Walrus description

we have been learning about walruses we were watching them on a live camera they were very cool

http://explore.org/live-cams/player/walrus-cam-round-island

Cheeto the cheetah

            Cheeto The Cheetah

Once upon a time there was a cheetah named Cheeto he lived in cheetah village . After one lousy day the crazy cheetah’s started to get ready for bed there was 3 cheetah’s and one was looking for their teddy. Also another one was having a cup of hot milk and the last cheetah was already half way asleep.

Soon all was quiet all except for Cheeto. He could just not fall asleep. He thought “maybe if it was really was dark” so he pulled his black and white hat down by his face and he was terrified by the dark so he pulled it up again . So he said to himself  And “maybe he needed a way better pillow”  instead of sleeping on the floor so he got a pillow but it hopped away mad.

He whispered “maybe I need a better place to sleep” so he  went for a walk he said to himself in the boot of an empty car but that was to cramped because of all of the stuff like bottles and oil but a lot of boxes . After that he said to himself that “maybe I could sleep in that tree trunk Cheeto lit up a candle and there were bats and creepy spiders”. He whispered to himself “maybe that branch will be good” but no there were too many owls and birds he was squished.

I didn’t know what to do. But wait he said “I have an idea to count all of my legs 1,2,3,4 noop not tired now I am going to try and count the stars” 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,600 million billion and ten done” not tired wait what about all of the cheetahs 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 not tired wait I forgot one cheetah myself and 10.

All of a sudden he felt a tickle and then a twitch the all of a sudden he was sound asleep by then it was morning. Everyone was awake by then they were getting ready for the next busy action packed day some were having a shower and some were having cereal but Cheeto was still sound asleep having the best dream he could have.

                                  THE END

My Many coloured days poem by doctor seuss

Mrs McGuinniety read us the book about our many coloured days after that we brain stormed it then we wrote our own version.