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Hi my name is __**//FAREEDA//**__ This term we are learning about natural disater. we are finding information about flood, hurrcane, tornado,mud slide and earthquake. I watch a show call **Natural Disater Digital Story,** I felt sad when i saw the people diying and people with no house at the same time i felt happy that there is no floods, tornado, mud slide, earthquake and hurricane over here.

On the 22-4-2010 we went to IMAX to watch **Forces of Nature**.First they show how are volcanoes form, then they showed how earthquake are made after that they told us h ow tonadoes come. i like the volcanoe the most because you will se ashes, lava and some giant rocks going out of the screen.

We had **hands of science**, we done thing about natural disatser. our first thing we done was evaporation. We got a small jar, a bucket, wrap and a rubber band. First we put in the little jar in the bucket right after that we put in water but not flooding the jar we put the wrap on top of the jar and we wait for a while

1.allyson was choking on a gum but miriam saw her so she saved her

2. never chew on gum at school or anything else

3. i learnt how do a HEIMLICH MANEUVER

Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine; And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride, The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"

"See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea, From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me. I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows, Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows. But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight; Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight. There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel, There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel, But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight: I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode, That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road. He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.

It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box: The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks, The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground, As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound. It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree, It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be; And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore: He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before; I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet, But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet. I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve. It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still; A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."

there was a teacher called miss youla she liked to hit kid with a ruler she would pull out the hair and wouldn't care you couldn't fnd anyone crueler

How many cans can a canner can, if a canner can can cans? A canner can can as many cans as a canner can, if a canner can can cans.

Betty Botter bought some butter. "But," she said, "the butter's bitter. If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter-- that would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter, better than her bitter butter. And she put it in her batter, and the batter was not bitter. So 'twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter!

__//**Why are there pictures in children’s books?**//__ 1.because children are interested in pictures than writing. 2.somtimes chidren are to young to read so they put in more pictures. 3. most the time the pictures are colourful and it catches your eye that makes them want to buy the book or borrow the book. 4.they put on pictures so if the children don't understad the sentece the can look at the pictures and find out what it is about.media type="custom" key="6433543" align="right"