Davy Cockett?
Front Frontier, miss!
Santa Claus?
Present for you, miss!
Oliver Twist?
Mother..., miss!
The iron woman?
Bathing, miss!
The invisible man?
Nowhere, miss!
Harry Potter?
Accio, miss!
The hobbit?
Adventuring, miss!
Stig of the dump?
Mnn..., miss!
Tracy Beaker?
Orphanage, miss!
Black Beauty?
Neigh, miss!
Snow White?
Posioned, miss!
Beauty?
With the beast, miss!
Ariel?
Glugmph, miss!
Jamine?
Flying, miss!
Sleeping Beauty?
Zzz..., miss!
2010年7月27日 星期二
2010年7月20日 星期二
A Treehouse
As Sarah stepped out of the motor boat, she was dumpfounded by the mysterious forest filled with brambles and nettles. It was so vast that she couldn't see the other end of it. She gathered her belongings pell-mell and darted away into the immense forest, leaving the driver staring at her in awe. She vanished into the low-set trees, and ventured into the endless world of pine needles.
Then suddenly, she stopped dead of her tracks. Her mouth hung open and she gasped for air, bewildered. There in front of her was an neglected treehouse! "Bizarre," thought she. How could she know she had stepped into an unknown territory? Her insides bubbled with excitement. She hitched up her skirts and was soon clambering up the stepladder heading to the treehouse.
"Wow!" As Sarah gazed out of the window dreamily, she stood quietly and admired the spectacular scenery. Tears filled her eyes as she recalled the awful, awful day that both her parents drowned on the way back to their home, Corney Point from the very island she was on. She was wearing a lifejacket, so she had drifted back to Corney Point safely. She dried her tears, and appreciated the gorgeous view above the lofty treetops. Sarah felt that she could climb out of the window and dance lightly on the green carpet of soft green moss.
"Isn't this the most ideal and splendid place for a picnic?" Though the treehouse was old and snabby, Sarah, who lived in an orphanage, thought that this treehouse above the towering trees, was the best place ever!" Everything was simply just magnificent.
Very soon, it was time to return home. She gathered her food and her picnic baskets, and trudged wearily back through the forest. She trampled heavily in her 8-inch boots.
Oh, why did she have to go back to such a boring & dull place?
Then suddenly, she stopped dead of her tracks. Her mouth hung open and she gasped for air, bewildered. There in front of her was an neglected treehouse! "Bizarre," thought she. How could she know she had stepped into an unknown territory? Her insides bubbled with excitement. She hitched up her skirts and was soon clambering up the stepladder heading to the treehouse.
"Wow!" As Sarah gazed out of the window dreamily, she stood quietly and admired the spectacular scenery. Tears filled her eyes as she recalled the awful, awful day that both her parents drowned on the way back to their home, Corney Point from the very island she was on. She was wearing a lifejacket, so she had drifted back to Corney Point safely. She dried her tears, and appreciated the gorgeous view above the lofty treetops. Sarah felt that she could climb out of the window and dance lightly on the green carpet of soft green moss.
"Isn't this the most ideal and splendid place for a picnic?" Though the treehouse was old and snabby, Sarah, who lived in an orphanage, thought that this treehouse above the towering trees, was the best place ever!" Everything was simply just magnificent.
Very soon, it was time to return home. She gathered her food and her picnic baskets, and trudged wearily back through the forest. She trampled heavily in her 8-inch boots.
Oh, why did she have to go back to such a boring & dull place?
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