My Bed

Posted November 14th, 2010 by katya

When I go on my bed, I can imagine that my bed’s grown wings

It can fly me to a distant land where dragons live

It can take me to the oceans and fly over the dolphins

It can take me through the clouds and fly with the angels

It can take me to the frosty land

Where raindrops cover the floor

My bed can fly me to the windy mountains

Where the cold breeze covers me up

My bed can take me to the stars

Where the starlight flashes into my eyes

And then it will take me back home where I belong

The dream

Posted November 10th, 2010 by katya
I am a guest.  It’s very fun.  I check their house.  There’s a reason it’s very messy.  People are eating peanuts everywhere.   The parents have eighteen children.  They have a pet beaver.  The children are building a wreath on their spelling sheet.  There’s steam coming out of the bathroom.  Everybody is doing the same thing.  I need company.  They open the window and the breeze pulls me out.  I’m going to leave now feeling mad.  But it’s all a dream.

My Stuffed Puppy by Katya

Posted November 29th, 2009 by katya

My stuffed puppy was clean as brand new but now it is so dirty. Wow, my mom really needs to wash it. It hasn’t had a bath for a long time.

I bought it in a store called Fry’s. There was only one of them and I took it and I asked my mom.

My mom said, “No.”

Then I said, “Please please, mom, please please?”

My mom said, “Yes.”

Then I asked my dad; he always says no. I asked my dad, “Can I buy this puppy?”

He said, “No.”

I said, “Please please, mom said I can, please.”

He said, “No.”

“Please please!”

He said, “No.”

I asked him more and then he said, “OK” and then I was so so so so so so so so so so happy!

It looked like a real puppy that’s so cute and cuddly. I thought in my mind her sparkling black eyes made it look cute. I put something on for a collar, but now I don’t put collars on any more because right now I think it chokes her and she doesn’t like it to. And after I took her to lots of places. She came wherever I went.

But one day there was a party in my preschool. I brought my puppy. I ran around, then went home after the party. When I was going home, I remembered something.

“Oh no,” I thought, “I left my puppy!”

Then we went back. It wasn’t there. Then after a few days, I went back to my preschool and someone had it and I got my puppy back. I was happy.

After a long time, it got so dirty, but I still love it no matter what.

Katya