Ms.Latasha

Owl tried to sleep.

The bees buzzed,
buzz, buzz,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The squirrel cracked nuts.
crunch, crunch,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The crows croaked,
caw, caw,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The woodpecker pecked,
rat-a-tat! rat-a-tat!
and Owl tried to sleep.

The starlings chittered,
twit-twit, twit-twit,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The jays screamed,
ark, ark,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The cuckoo called,
cuckoo, cuckoo,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The robin peeped.
pip, pip,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The sparrows chirped,
cheep, cheep,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The doves cooed,
croo, croo,
and Owl tried to sleep.

The bees buzzed,
buzz, buzz.
The squirrel cracked nuts.
crunch, crunch.
The crows croaked,
caw, caw.
The woodpecker pecked,
rat-a-tat! rat-a-tat!
The starlings chittered,
twit-twit, twit-twit.
The jays screamed,
ark, ark.
The cuckoo called,
cuckoo, cuckoo.
The robin peeped.
pip, pip.
The sparrows chirped,
cheep, cheep.
The doves cooed,
croo, croo.
and Owl tried to sleep.

Then darkness fell
and the moon came up.
And there wasn't a sound.
Owl screeched.
screech, screech
and woke everyone up.

A COLOR OF HIS OWN --- by Leo Lionni

Parrots are green
goldfish are red
elephants are gray
pigs are pink
All animals have a color of their own-
except for chameleons.
They change color wherever they go.
On lemons they are yellow.
In the heather they are purple.
And on the tiger they are striped like tigers.
One day a chameleon who was sitting on a tiger’s tail said to himself,
“If I remain on a leaf, I shall be green forever, and so I too will have a color of my own.”
With this thought he cheerfully climbed onto the greenest leaf.
But in autumn the leaf turned yellow – and so did the chameleon.
Later the leaf turned red, and the chameleon too turned red.
And then the winter winds blew the leaf from the branch and with it the chameleon.
The chameleon was black in the long winter night.
But when spring came, he walked out into the green grass.
And there he met another chameleon.
He told his sad story. “Won’t we ever have a color of our own?” he asked.
"I’m afraid not,” said the other chameleon, who was older and wiser.
"But,” he added, “why don’t we stay together?
"We will still change color wherever we go, but you and I will always be alike.”
And so they remained side by side.
They were green together
and purple
and yellow
and red with white polka dots. And they lived happily
ever after.

THE END

I'm Emily Elizabeth, and I have a dog.

My dog is a big red dog.

Other kids I know have dogs, too.

Some are big dogs.

And some are red dogs.

But I have the biggest, reddest dog on our street.

This is my dog——Clifford.

We have fun together. We play games.

I throw a stick, and he brings it back to me.

He makes mistakes sometimes.

We play hide-and-seek.

I'm a good hide-and-seek player.

I can find Clifford.

no matter where he hides.

We play camping out, and I don't need a tent.

He can do tricks, too.

He can sit up and beg.

Oh, I know he's not perfect.

He has dsome bad habits.

He runs after cars.

He catches some of them.

He runs after cats, too.

We don't go to the zoo anymore.

He digs up flowers.

Clifford loves to chew shoes.

It's not easy to keep Clifford.

He eats and drinks a lot.

His house was a problem, too.

But he's a very good watchdog.

The bad boys don't come around anymore.

One day I gave Clifford a bath.

And I combed his hair, and took him to the dog show.

I'd like to say Clifford won first prize. But he didn't

I don't care. You can keep all you samll dogs.

You can keep all your black, white, brown, and spotted dogs.

I 'll keep clifford...wouldn't you?

——THE END

I am the donkey, soft and gray,I carried his mother from far away.

I am the ram, with my curly horn I guard the stall where the child is born.

I am the ox, strong as steel, before the only son I kneel.

We are the shepherds who watch the sheep, tonight a holy watch we keep.

We are the wise man, gifts we bring for baby jesus, our new born king.

I am Mary, the mother mild, how I love my tiny child.

I am the baby asleep in the hay, and I am the reason for christmas Day.

---THE END