Dialog

Between a mother & 4 year old daughter.
A little girl ran down the busy aisles of The Warehouse. She knew where it was, well what she was trying to find. She ran full speed and nearly fell over as she turned into the aisle full of purple. The blonde haired girl gazed around in awe. She dashed out of the aisle and grabbed her tired mothers arm.
"Come on!" She nearly shouted as she tried to pull her mum along. When they finally got to the aisle her mother sighed.
"You've already got one and we came here for clothes for you." She stated.
"But muuummmm, please just this one." She begged pointing to the largest and most expensive 'My little pony'. Her mother checked the price.
"$157!!!! This is outrageous!"Her dark haired mother shouted. "Come on Lizy, maybe for your birthday." She tried to persuade the girl.
"I want it NOW!" Lizy screamed.
Her mother picked her up and took her out of the store without another word.

Between 2 insects.
"Hello, senyour spider," A lively grasshopper said.
"What? I can't hear you?" The grumpy spider replied.
"What? I'M DEAF I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" The now grumpy grasshopper screamed.
"SHUT UP, I'M DEAF, I WON'T BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU." Senyour spider screamed back, angrily. He then climbed back up to his web where he stayed for the entire night.

Between 2 pieces of rubbish in a bin.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" Both Can and Box screamed.
"W-what's hi-happening?" Box stuttered.
"I-I don't know." Can exclaimed.
The bin they had been living in was being lifted and the rubbish inside dumped into the garbage truck.
They had just settled when the truck started moving.
"Ahhhh what's happening?" Box shouted to Can who had been looking round.
He then saw Can was talking with someone, he went over.
"Petunia, I missed you so much." Can said to Petunia who was a can of grape soda.
They had been the bestest friends in the fridge.
"I got to read the side of the truck we're going to the dump, or the recycling!!" Petunia sounded excited, "Enjoy the ride." They did.

How to unstack a dishwasher.

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Symmetry

5 point symmetry

This was the first artwork of my name with five point symmetry.

And  this was the second, I have done both of these works on Sumo Paint.

Today is Friday the 13th of September. This is when people think that it's an evil and unlucky day. But I say it's not. My mum and I always have a good Black Friday. I always walk under ladders, chase black cats, and things like that. You may say thats unlucky, but I say not to your superstitions. There once was a man, who wanted to prove that fridays and 13's aren't unlucky, he gathered a crew and named his ship Friday, he set sail on Friday the 13th, he named himself Captain Friday. He and his crew were never seen again... By now you might have a case of friggatriskaidekaphobia, a phobia of friday the 13th. Some other wacky superstitions are... 

Find a penny pick it up...
and all day long you'll have good luck, This may arise because finding money is lucky in and of itself. But it might also be a spin-off of another old rhyme, "See a pin, pick it up and all day long you'll have good luck, See a pin, let it lay, and your luck will pass away."

Don't walk under a ladder,

Frankly, this superstition is pretty practical. Who wants to be responsible for stumbling and knocking a carpenter off his perch? But one theory holds that this superstition arises from a Christian belief in the Holy Trinity: Since a ladder leaning against a wall forms a triangle, 'breaking' that triangle was blasphemous.

Then again, another popular theory is that a fear of walking under a ladder has to do with its resemblance to a medieval gallows. We're sticking with the safety-first explanation for this one.

A black cat crossing your path,

This is considered bad luck because black cats were considered the shape a witches animal would take. 

Don't break that mirror.

According to folklore, breaking a mirror is a surefire way to doom yourself to seven years of bad luck. The superstition seems to arise from the belief that mirrors don't just reflect your image; they hold bits of your soul. That belief led people in the old days of the American South to cover mirrors in a house when someone died, lest their soul be trapped inside.

Like the number three, the number seven is often associated with luck. Seven years is a long time to be unlucky, which may be why people have come up with countermeasures to free themselves after breaking a mirror. These include touching a piece of the broken mirror to a tombstone or grinding the mirror shards into powder.

No umbrellas inside

… And not just because you'll poke someone's eye out. Opening an umbrella indoors is supposed to bring bad luck, though the origins of this belief are murky. Legends abound, from a story of an ancient Roman woman who happened to have opened her umbrella moments before her house collapsed, to the tale of a British prince who accepted two umbrellas from a visiting king and died within months. Like the "don't walk under a ladder" superstition, this seems to be a case of a myth arising to keep people from doing something that is slightly dangerous in the first place.

Surrealism

Mrs Gilmore

Yesterday Ms Campbell was sick so we got a reliever teacher, Mrs Gilmore. It was a pretty regular day though, although we did have a presentation in the gym. Norm [last name I can't spell] talked to us about the SPCA and his LIFE. He was also an All Black and went on dancing with the stars. We got a pencil case and a photo of him... With a frame... It was a pretty usual day apart from the middle block.

Hide and Seek as a sport for Tokyo Olympics

Hide and Seek as a sport for Tokyo Olympics

Should Hide and Seek be an Olympic sport? Yasuo Hazaki thinks so and is lobbying for it to be part of the Tokyo Olympics. Professor Hazaki set up the Japan Hide-and-Seek promotion committee and has around 1000 members (many are university students). The committee has set formal rules for competitive hide-and-seek, pitting two teams of seven players against each other in a 10-minute match. In the first five-minute half, one team is given two minutes to hide on a "pitch" that measures 20m x 20m. The opposing team then has to locate and touch the hiding players. Successful players generally have the ability to run very fast at the start of the game to put some distance between themselves and the seekers, he says. "Being able to identify a good hiding spot is obviously critical, as well as being able to keep very still. That becomes more difficult if the pitch has a lot of mosquitoes or other insects.

How to plan a house

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How to walk a kilometer

I have walked this track - which is 500m one way - to the end and back. It took me 12 minutes & 15 seconds. Thats about right because I walk fast and google maps says it should take approx 13 minutes. This is also right because a league is how far an army travels in one hour and that is 3 miles, and so a kilometer takes 12 minutes. 

Oral reading

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,

But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,

Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,

Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,

Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,

And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,

Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,

And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

But though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,

But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;

Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren't invented in England .

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,

We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,

And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing,

Grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,

What do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English

Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship...

We have noses that run and feet that smell.

We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.

And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,

While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language

In which your house can burn up as it burns down,

In which you fill in a form by filling it out,

And in which an alarm goes off by going on.

Oh well, we can all shake our heads as we nod in agreement.

Flim reveiw

Despicable Me 2, Directed by Pierre Coffin & Chris Renaud.  Steve Carell as Gru. This is a sequel to Dispicable Me. 
Gru is recruited by the anti villain league to find out who stole some purple stuff and a gigantic secret base in the north pole.  He is paired with Lucy Wilde, an very eccentric person. His daughter Margo falls in love with a boy, who just happens to be El Macho's son.  All the minons are kidnapped and given the purple stuff, which turns them into a big purple monster that can eat everything. 

This is a very good movie with an average rating of 7.8 .

A Limerick

I want to write a poem,

But which will do just so, hm?

A limerick, maybe, but what to write,

Maybe about something that flies in the night,

A bat maybe or what else?

Or one about a cool elf?

A poem of a poem, what else would be just so nelf?

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The wondrous spring

The birds are singing with a wondrous noise,

Building nests soft and warm,

To raise their young from egg to bird,

It is a sight that is superb.

Although the rain may fall upon them,

The new flowers still shine through,

The hummingbirds will hover before them,

A pretty sight it is too.

The grass will grow tall,

While the air grows fresh,

A wondrous time it shall be,

From the meadows dancing in the wind,

To the young birds flailing their wings,

Trying to sore to the skies.

The world is renewed as spring takes over,

The freshness of the air,

To the young foals frolicking through the long wild grass,

It is a time to awaken after the long cold winter.