Louise+C

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memory work:
The sun shines down on us through the window while we are watching the T.V, the simpsons. "Wanna play with my guinny pigs?" asks Vanessa. "Yes please!" She carries her three guinny pigs in to to the lounge room and hands me the fattest most hairiest one. She holds her favourite, Ruby she called it. the last guinny pig she put on the red, tarten couch we are sitting on. "I'll go get some food for them!" she said and danced off to the kitchen. I start patting Mr.Fattybomba when I notice the the guinny pig that was on the couch had dissapeared! I have to find him before she gets back! I put fatty down and look under the couch, my head on the dusty floorboards. There is a lot of things under this couch! A spot a barbie head, a toy car, a sandwhich but no guinny pig. I get up and fatty's gone! NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! Vanessa comes back with the food and all three guinny pigs in her texta stained hands. "How did you find them?" I ask. "They just came too me, I must be a guinny pig magnet." she says and hands me fatty. "YEOUCH!" "Be carful that one bites." We play for a while outside too on the squeaky trampoline and I spend the rest of the sunny day at her house.

phone drawer animal story: 15-11-2010
"Go to bed!" ordered Vicky my evil babysitter. She's 'agro', has red hair and seems to always wear the same clothes. Mum and Dad are out dancing and I’m tired, so I can't be bothered having a debate with Vicky. I go upstairs, climb in bed and fall asleep. Brrrr...It’s so cold! It's dark and my clock says five past one. Something wet is running down my legs. Oh man, don't tell me I wet the bed...Phew! I didn't. Water is dripping from the ceiling straight onto my sheets. I guess I'll be camping out in my chest of drawers tonight. It has shiny dark blue paint and brass handles in the shape of stars. It's very old but you can somehow still smell the wood and paint as if it was made yesterday. I open the smooth sandpapered bottom drawer and the inside seemed to //glow.// I put in my pillow, some new sheets, crawl inside and close my eyes. It feels as if I’m lying on leaves, and I’m still wet. The ground’s vibrating and the sound of galloping hooves echo around my ears. "Ignore it, just ignore it, you have exams tomorrow and you need your sleep!" I say to myself but there is too much temptation so I open my eyes. "Holey Macaroni!" I scream. I //am// lying on leaves, and forest is all around me. All though the trees are quite surprising, what shocks me the most is the little man, leaning over inspecting my face, his freckly nose 4 inches away from mine. He has chubby cheeks, a round chin and a plump belly. “Keeakjadn vcew dnawejfn!” he grunts and a few seconds later the animal he had been calling arrives. My, oh my, it was beautiful, with its pure white fur and silver hooves. There was not a hair out of place and the metallic horn on its forehead glimmered in the moon-light. I was transfixed and oblivious that I was being hauled up by the stumpy little man and thrown into a carriage. I woke up several hours later to the sound of chopping knives and a crackling fire. The little man was seasoning me and I could see a little woman rubbing her stomach and drooling. She was staring at me! She would not have looked that scary if it was not for the fact that she had that gleam in her eye as if she hadn’t eaten for weeks and would tear me apart with her bare hands and rotting teeth. The hairs on the back of my neck stood in end. What do you do when you’re about to be eaten? What do I normally do when I need help? Call mum! Oh boy, I am such an idiot, why didn’t I think of my phone before? The little man and woman leave the room to my surprise and luck. Not knowing how much time I had, I dial as fast as I can. Come on mum, pick UP! “Hel-” SMASH! “NOOOOooooooo!” The little woman, aka Mrs. Party Pooper had been watching, and whacked my phone out of my hands and was jumping around doing a sort of dance on it. The sight actually looked quite funny forgetting the circumstances. “STOP!!!!!!!!!!!” I yell, and to my amazement, she stopped. In the air. In mid jump. My phone was dead, smashed to smithereens. Silver springs and bolts were all on the grimy floor and the screen cracked into a million pieces. It gave one last sad beep, and then I was surrounded by silence. I heard footsteps coming towards the room. Closer and closer... Hide! I thought. But WHERE? I run around in circles and spot a chest of drawers. It has shiny dark blue paint and brass handles in the shape of stars. I can smell the wood and paint as if it was made yesterday. They are mine. I open the smooth sandpapered bottom drawer and jump inside not a second too soon. I step out into my room, slam the drawer shut and kiss the floor. “Stop making such a racket!”screams Vicky. Even though I have to spend the rest of the night with her, I am so glad to be back home.