continuing on from Part 2...
Tiffany Gasped, "You see, you have found my magical time machine? duh,duh,don? How did you find out it was me who had it?
"Because I am from the future." Abe rips off his mask and is now a girl.
Tiffany asks, "Who are you? What is your name?"
"My name is Rachel. What is your name? Wait a second..."
They look at each other and shouted their last name "SMITHSONIAN! WE ARE SISTERS!"
"But can I point out one problem?" Said Tiffany "HOW CAN WE GET HOME!?" with her arms in the air.
Rachel said, "Shall we set in the carriage?"
Tiffany said, "Um Rachel, I think you should change into something else" pointing to the abe costume she was still wearing.
"I can fix that!" Rachel made a 1 second sign and went inside, came out, prepared to say "I am ready" but right at that moment, Rachel's broach and Tiffany's necklace started to sparkle!
Then Tiffany said, "When I was in the basement I noticed the time machine's key sparkling. But when I picked it up it stopped."
They looked at each other as if they both knew what to do next. Rachel said "Ready?". Tiffany said, "Ready!" They pushed on the jewels they were wearing and "POOF!" they were in the basement.
Off in the distance they heard their mom calling, "Tiffany, Robert! Lunch is ready!"
"Who is Robert?" Rachel said.
"You will see." Said Tiffany. "Come on!"
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Music of Freedom
Here is a poem I've been working on for a Homeschool Poetry Competition. The theme was freedom.
Music of Freedom
When I dance, when I sing, Oh how I feel free!
I hear the song of freedom raining down on me.
I hear the music of the street, light posts blinking, now and then.
People walking slowly by my house again
All seems to keep, the rhythm of the beat,
as I dance and as I sing.
Country horses run and move.
To my song with their beating hooves.
Makes me want to dance & sing
In the grass that is green, green, green.
Dancing in the country,
or singing in the city,
I always feel free.
Music of Freedom
When I dance, when I sing, Oh how I feel free!
I hear the song of freedom raining down on me.
I hear the music of the street, light posts blinking, now and then.
People walking slowly by my house again
All seems to keep, the rhythm of the beat,
as I dance and as I sing.
Country horses run and move.
To my song with their beating hooves.
Makes me want to dance & sing
In the grass that is green, green, green.
Dancing in the country,
or singing in the city,
I always feel free.
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