<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:14.582-07:00</updated><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Brawin kajenthra book review'/><category term='PAVAN SIRHA CLASS O AGE 6'/><title type='text'>Reading journals</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-7655728759365266405</id><published>2009-02-23T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:55:57.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapy happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-7655728759365266405?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7655728759365266405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=7655728759365266405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7655728759365266405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7655728759365266405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/snapy-happy.html' title='Snapy happy'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-3543918846998595405</id><published>2009-02-23T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:17:54.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sandal</title><content type='html'>I liked the sandal book because there was a girl that always loses her shoes.The girl said I want to go to the park the girl played on the swing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-3543918846998595405?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3543918846998595405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=3543918846998595405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/3543918846998595405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/3543918846998595405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/sandal.html' title='The Sandal'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-3333696624821992879</id><published>2009-02-13T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:06:45.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosies Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My book is called Rosies Holiday. I like this book because first of all she didn't want to go on holiday but when she went there she liked it. She collected pebbles and shells. The day before she was going to leave she started to cry because she didn't want to leave.                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By Kavita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-3333696624821992879?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3333696624821992879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=3333696624821992879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/3333696624821992879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/3333696624821992879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/rosies-holiday.html' title='Rosies Holiday'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-8529947117563968661</id><published>2009-02-03T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T07:11:39.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatie hates hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My book is called hatie hates hats. I like this book beacause Hatie always hated hats she never ever wore one exept when she was a baby. Her mum was  realy trying to make her were a hat she never gave up but when she was wallking she saw a bulders hat the bulder said she could have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-8529947117563968661?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8529947117563968661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=8529947117563968661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/8529947117563968661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/8529947117563968661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/02/hatie-hates-hats.html' title='Hatie hates hats'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-6999553426226731013</id><published>2009-01-27T06:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:03:20.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-6999553426226731013?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6999553426226731013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=6999553426226731013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6999553426226731013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6999553426226731013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_610.html' title=''/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-2702923956724683931</id><published>2009-01-27T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T06:03:20.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-2702923956724683931?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2702923956724683931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=2702923956724683931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/2702923956724683931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/2702923956724683931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5715083284579170904</id><published>2009-01-26T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:36:46.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Myths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I liked this book because it had loads of information about chiness people. When i looked at the next page i saw that the book was in a comic form. When i read the book it had intersting words and was appealing to my eye's. One of the characters name was James, i thought that i was him and imaged that i was in the book as a dragon sawing through the sky with two other dragons called ben and nuzzle now we wer'nt any ordinary dragons we were speciel dragons we could go under water. now we saved the pepole becuse they had no food and no water and all three of us went sepret ways one went left the other raced right so the therd scured up. now at the end a man called yi na got sent by the emprers son to kill the ten suns little did he know that was his ten sons. so yi na killed 9 of  them with his sharp arows. and his dad saw and sent him away for ever  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5715083284579170904?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5715083284579170904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5715083284579170904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5715083284579170904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5715083284579170904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-myths.html' title='Chinese Myths'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5730927540613667206</id><published>2009-01-26T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:10:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Red ridding hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My book is called little red ridding hood. There was a little girl called Amanda. But everybody called her little red ridding hood Because she always weres a red cloak. Her grandmother wasn't feeling well so little red ridding hood went round but the wolf ate grandmar and dressed as her then little red ridding hood said what big eyes you have and look at your ears and your teeth  said little red ridding hood&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By Kavita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5730927540613667206?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5730927540613667206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5730927540613667206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5730927540613667206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5730927540613667206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-red-ridding-hood.html' title='Little Red ridding hood'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-7401146000889439342</id><published>2009-01-26T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:57:58.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-7401146000889439342?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7401146000889439342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=7401146000889439342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7401146000889439342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7401146000889439342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-1817596108618678589</id><published>2009-01-19T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:00:37.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will ever never eat a Tomato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My book is called i will not ever never eat a Tomato. I like this book because it is really really funny boook. My favrite bit of the book was when Charlie tricked lola and pretended that peas were green drops from the sky and I also liked it because one of those peas had Lolas eyes on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-1817596108618678589?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1817596108618678589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=1817596108618678589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/1817596108618678589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/1817596108618678589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-ever-never-eat-tomato_19.html' title='I will ever never eat a Tomato'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-1400812301852189011</id><published>2009-01-19T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:37:24.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Ranosourous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There once was a boy called Tiny Ranosourous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He was the fearest dinisour in the whole land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then one day Tiny had a toothache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; He ate his favourite breakfast and when he bit into it he cried ouch my tooth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So Tiny's mum said I think you better get your tooth out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiny went to every freind he could find with food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then tiny had a bite on all of the food he could find and he kept on saying ouch my tooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; After tiny had eaten all the food  from everyone  that shouted I think you better get your tooth out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tiny thank and thanked untill he had a plan and he told his mum he wants to go to the dentist and she was glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So Tiny and his mum went to the dentist and then tiny had his tooth pulled out and it was replaced by a false tooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tiny ate the dentist and his mum told him to spit the dentist out but he refused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I like the story especially when Tiny ate the dentist and when his mum told him to spit the dentist out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Mohamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Classo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-1400812301852189011?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1400812301852189011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=1400812301852189011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/1400812301852189011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/1400812301852189011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiny-ranosourous.html' title='Tiny Ranosourous'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5842899918048386905</id><published>2009-01-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:35:53.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My book is called Cinderella. I like this book beacause it is a really really good book to read and my favrite bit was when the fairy god mother apeard in smoke and i liked it because Cinderella was very dirty but then she looked really nice and then she looked horible and dirty cause  she had to do all the work for her two horible sisters&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By Kavita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5842899918048386905?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5842899918048386905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5842899918048386905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5842899918048386905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5842899918048386905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5116027841992004941</id><published>2009-01-14T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:44:10.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horid Henrys Nits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My book is called Horid Henrys Nits. I like this book because it is a  nice interesting book. Good Choice of words. nice  pictures good parts and good Chappters that is why I like this book so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;                                               By  Kavita                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5116027841992004941?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5116027841992004941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5116027841992004941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5116027841992004941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5116027841992004941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/horid-henrys-nits.html' title='Horid Henrys Nits'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-4443563745331526991</id><published>2009-01-11T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:50:42.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This story is about monkeys. There once was a country that had monkeys. They climbed from trees to houses throwing tiles at other monkeys, people and windows. Soon the people were scared to walk on the roads. So they talked to their king called Maharaja. He said the monkeys should not be harmed. After that the Maharaja died and his son became the new king. The people had a parade and the monkeys threw tiles at them in the parade. The Maharaja got fed up and decided to put the monkeys in cages and so he did that. Then a mesesnger from another king said remeber do not harm the monkeys and try to do what your father did.Later the monkeys got angry in the cages .The king got an idea. He put the monkeys in baskets then in a train.The train traveled to the next state an the Maharaja 's mesenger said this is a present from the Maharahja from the next state.Soon he let the monkeys free and they went throwing tiles from the roofs again. I like the end when it said crash.&lt;br /&gt;Mohamed&lt;br /&gt;class o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-4443563745331526991?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4443563745331526991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=4443563745331526991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/4443563745331526991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/4443563745331526991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/monkeys_11.html' title='Monkeys'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-3804133267967541335</id><published>2009-01-09T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:05:50.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatie hates hats</title><content type='html'>This is what happened that when Hatie was small she hate hats.Also when&lt;br /&gt;she was was big she still hated hats and she would never ever listen to her&lt;br /&gt;mum and put any hat on.Also when it was raining she still won't wear a hat.So then she went to school and she saw some builders and she told her mum that she liked that hat and she said could I keep it and they said&lt;br /&gt;yes.S her mum was proud at her and then she told her mum that she would wear it when winter comes.Thivya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-3804133267967541335?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3804133267967541335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=3804133267967541335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/3804133267967541335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/3804133267967541335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2009/01/hatie-hates-hats.html' title='Hatie hates hats'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-3711821035872970075</id><published>2009-01-08T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:06:19.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will ever never eat a Tomato</title><content type='html'>My book review is one of the Charlie and Lola books.I like this book because it is very funnybook and it has got nice Interesting words.Also good bright colerful pictures.It is a vrey good book to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-3711821035872970075?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-120487321634428123</id><published>2008-11-08T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T08:42:48.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's Picture Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the story myfavourite bit was when katie went  to the art gaallery.I alsoliked the bit were Katie was talking to madame moitesseir because they were being nice to each other and were having a cup of tea.my other favourite part was when all the pictures came alive.this was my favourite part because it sounded magical and like a fairytale.I also liked it when Katie was jumping in all of the pictures and jumping back out again.The best thing about the story was when she went in the shapes picture because she kept falling down and got her self all  sticky.The last bit was when they went home but Katie didn't tell her grandma what she had done and kept it a secret from her!.By Kavita Kaur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-120487321634428123?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/120487321634428123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=120487321634428123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/120487321634428123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/120487321634428123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/11/katies-picture-show.html' title='Katie&apos;s Picture Show'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5966986464194428100</id><published>2008-06-06T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:11:32.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cat in the hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cat in the hat book is about a boy and a girl siting in there house on there own by the window on a cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cold very wet day.Then thay heard a giant bump it was the cat in the hat.He said why do you sit there like &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v80Ii-4FSs/SElx6PydPyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AYP0heDOXO4/s1600-h/Captured+2007-2-15+00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208819689515204386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v80Ii-4FSs/SElx6PydPyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AYP0heDOXO4/s320/Captured+2007-2-15+00009.JPG" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;theres plenty of things to do indoors like funny things he had some very good games to play.like balancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;of things on both of your hands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He played lots of trubel then he played&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;even biger trubel beacose he brang his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;friends with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One of them is called thing one and the ather one is called thing two.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That cased a lot more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;trubel thay even rooend mums dress thay said mum mite get angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hay tried to stop and catch the twins but thay could not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thay taled ther mother a lie.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; I liked the book a lot and I am a 100% sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasmine 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5966986464194428100?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5966986464194428100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5966986464194428100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5966986464194428100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5966986464194428100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat-in-hat.html' title='The cat in the hat'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7v80Ii-4FSs/SElx6PydPyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AYP0heDOXO4/s72-c/Captured+2007-2-15+00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5611203023893500400</id><published>2008-02-07T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:44:46.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAVAN SIRHA CLASS O AGE 6'/><title type='text'>The policeman who had small feet!</title><content type='html'>By Frank Flynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.C. Paul the policeman was a very smart,fast and strong man,but the only problem  he had  was  his  feet. They were very small feet. The bit i like  about this book is that the  policeman  goes to a cafe and looks through a window and sees peoples shoes, then he got up and scratched his head and nose.  he then went to the nearest shoe shop to buy the biggest  pair of boots. One day as he was chasing a burglar he tripped over his own boots.He fell in a big puddle of mud on a building site, where he saw a yellow machine which would flatten his feet.  Then he found that he couldnt walk, b ut could only waddle like a penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this book, I have learnt that you should be satisfied with what you have.  As P.C. Paul did, he travelled the whole wide world to make his feet bigger but he couldnt make them  bigger.  He was more home sick and his feet in the end did not matter any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Pavan Sirha&lt;br /&gt;Class O&lt;br /&gt;Age 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5611203023893500400?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5611203023893500400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5611203023893500400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5611203023893500400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5611203023893500400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/02/policeman-who-had-small-feet.html' title='The policeman who had small feet!'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-4090708583243544658</id><published>2008-02-06T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:14:50.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brawin kajenthra book review'/><title type='text'>The school report</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The was a boy called david he was worried about his school report. When david got home he thought that his mother will get angry about his report.Then his mother came upstaires. When his mother came to his bedroom she saw david.She asked david "are you all right?" said his mother.Yes said david quietly.And she went downstaires. Then his father called him and he said"come downstaires david come down".Then david went very ,very slowy downstaries he went.After that david asked his dad can I see the report please said david.Then his father said Yes. And david looked at the report. and this is what it said.&lt;br /&gt;School report:&lt;br /&gt;Maths:Very good work.&lt;br /&gt;Reading:David s reading is along very well&lt;br /&gt;Spelling:Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;Science:David likes science.He works hard.&lt;br /&gt;Sports:David is the best runner in class.&lt;br /&gt;David is very helpful in class and always&lt;br /&gt;tries his best. well done.&lt;br /&gt;He was not worried anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love that story.&lt;br /&gt;Brawin,seven 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-4090708583243544658?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4090708583243544658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=4090708583243544658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/4090708583243544658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/4090708583243544658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-report.html' title='The school report'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-6136742565632079111</id><published>2008-02-03T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T12:04:08.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mr. Cool" by Jacqueline Wilson</title><content type='html'>There are four boys in this story.  They all want to be rock stars.  Ricky, Micky and Nicky make up their own band but they are not sure if Kevin can join.  You see, Ricky, Micky and Nicky are very very cool but Kevin is not cool.  But Kevin has a great smile.  Ricky, Micky and Nicky don't have a good place to practice.  Kevin's nan has got a basement and they can practice there.  So, Ricky, Micky and Nicky let Kevin join the band.  They all practised hard and Ricky, Micky and Nicky got fantastic at singing and dancing and they all looked super cool.  Kevin did not get better at anything and he did not look cool at all.  But Kevin was good at making everyone feel confident and he was always smiling.  And he thought up the band's name - Mr. Cool.  Mr. Rich, a record producer, wanted a tour with Mr. Cool but he didn't want Kevin.  Kevin stopped smiling.  Then Ricky, Micky and Nicky said they wanted Kevin in the band or none of them would go.  The tour was a great success and Kevin was the favourite because he smiled, told jokes and talked to the audience.  I liked this book becausethe story tells you that friendship is important and that everyone can be good at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-6136742565632079111?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6136742565632079111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=6136742565632079111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6136742565632079111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6136742565632079111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/02/mr-cool-by-jacqueline-wilson.html' title='&quot;Mr. Cool&quot; by Jacqueline Wilson'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5798783365202660805</id><published>2008-01-26T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T06:31:47.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WITCH IN TRAINING</title><content type='html'>As Jessica was running to get her hat she saw the sign and asked the owner of the shop not to close the shop.  When she came back Miss Strega, the shop owner, asked her, What can I do for you?  well i read the sign foor flying lessens.Will you teach me how to fly, please Miss strega. Miss strega ,said of course i can teach you how to fly; but it is not as easy as you may think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find out whether Jessica does learn how to fly, then I suggest that you read the book yourself.  You will enjoy every page of this marvellous book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavan Sirha&lt;br /&gt;Class O&lt;br /&gt;Age 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5798783365202660805?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5798783365202660805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5798783365202660805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5798783365202660805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5798783365202660805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/witch-in-training_26.html' title='WITCH IN TRAINING'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-1619189479417502368</id><published>2008-01-26T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T06:04:53.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAVAN SIRHA CLASS O AGE 6'/><title type='text'>WITCH IN TRAINING</title><content type='html'>WITCH IN TRAINING (FLYING LESSONS) BY MAEVE FRIEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about a girl called Jessica. Jessica is a girl who is a witch, but she doesnt want to learn how to fly. The reason being why she doesnt want to learn is that she thinks that she might fall or have a crash. So that is why she doesnt want to learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day as Jessica was walking down the pavement her hat flew away. It was a very windy day. The hat was long and pointy, the colour was white and it had a long and floaty veil stuck at the top. It sort of looked like princess's wear. Jessica's party hat flew away, over a babys' buggy, sailed under a boy with roller blades on, galloped along the pavement and finally came to land on a pile of twigs. As Jessica was getting her hat she read the sign &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;BIRCH BOSOM £4.99 FLYING LESSONS EXTRA.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-1619189479417502368?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1619189479417502368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=1619189479417502368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/1619189479417502368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/1619189479417502368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/witch-in-training.html' title='WITCH IN TRAINING'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-2629526100073896059</id><published>2008-01-15T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:50:09.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flatstanley</title><content type='html'>I enjoyed this book because, it is funny and there is a little boy and he turns flat, and he likes it, but some people laught at him. His fellings are hurt which make him sad. After he is sad, he goes home, and tells his Mum, that people was being mean and picking on him. Then the next day, everybody was flat aswell, he laughts because he is not flat anymore. Then when he touched a house, he turns flat AGAIN, and then he played with his flat friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY &lt;br /&gt;   Amir Ullah class:o age: 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-2629526100073896059?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2629526100073896059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=2629526100073896059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/2629526100073896059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/2629526100073896059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/flatstanley.html' title='Flatstanley'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-5804744774428184199</id><published>2008-01-14T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:07:06.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big blue whale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-5804744774428184199?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5804744774428184199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=5804744774428184199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5804744774428184199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/5804744774428184199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-blue-whale.html' title='Big blue whale'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-8818354487883964783</id><published>2008-01-12T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:33:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace at last</title><content type='html'>In this story mummy bear daddy, bear and baby bear was tired. Daddy bear could not at all because mummy bear was snoring.Peace at last ,he said to him self.                                                         Jasmine 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-8818354487883964783?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8818354487883964783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=8818354487883964783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/8818354487883964783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/8818354487883964783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/peace-at-last.html' title='Peace at last'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-6354398381531710941</id><published>2008-01-09T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:34:42.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Cobra Cat</title><content type='html'>This book is about a cat called Tabitha. She is a travelling cat and loves visiting new places. One day she got on a Lorry that went to India. She went to eat in the market. She did not know that Someone was watching her. It was a dog, one of the village dog, and it started to follow Tabitha. Tabitha did not see the dog. She was too busy trying to find something to eat.Then another dog started to follow Tabitha. Then another, and another until soon there were ten dog, all following Tabitha around the market. Suddenly Tabitha stopped. Something told her that she was being followed. She turned around. She saw a dog and it growled at her. Then she saw all the other and they were growling too. Tabitha started to run. You have to read Cobra cat to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading this book because I like cats. This book is trilling, exciting and I like it very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jabez Goodwin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age 6&lt;br /&gt;Class O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-6354398381531710941?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6354398381531710941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=6354398381531710941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6354398381531710941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6354398381531710941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/cobra-cat-book-review-by-jabez-goodwin.html' title='Cobra Cat'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-7357249245213396866</id><published>2008-01-09T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:24:39.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguin Dreams by J.Otto Siebold &amp; V.L. Walsh</title><content type='html'>This book is about a penguin called Chongo Chingi who is asleep and when he is asleep he dreams he can fly but of course penguins can not fly in the air! In his dream he goes past a zoo, a plane and meets a bat. The bat goes in the sunlight and then goes 'kersplooey!' and turns into a vampire. Chongo flies into space then he suddenly wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this book because it has short sentances and rhyming words in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joely&lt;br /&gt;Age 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-7357249245213396866?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7357249245213396866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=7357249245213396866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7357249245213396866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7357249245213396866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/penguin-dreams-by-jotto-siebold-vl.html' title='Penguin Dreams by J.Otto Siebold &amp; V.L. Walsh'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-6128765933080729423</id><published>2008-01-09T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T13:37:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Ladybird</title><content type='html'>this is a story of a very lazyladybird. I enjoy reading the story. the ladybird&lt;br /&gt;liked to sleep all night and all day and because she slept all night and all day&lt;br /&gt;this lazyladybird didn t know how to fly. At the end, she hoped onto an elephants trunk then the elephant sneezed, and the poor old ladybird had to fly at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like reading this book because it is funny and very interesting, and i enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Soi&lt;br /&gt;Class O&lt;br /&gt;Age 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-6128765933080729423?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6128765933080729423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=6128765933080729423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6128765933080729423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/6128765933080729423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/lazy-ladybird.html' title='The Lazy Ladybird'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-179818402367600592</id><published>2008-01-09T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:51:48.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickie, Tickle</title><content type='html'>One of my favourte books is tickie, tickie, my mum use to read it to me when l was a baby. At the end my mum used to tickle me when it said tickie, tickie. now l am old enough to read it myself and it still make me laugh. This is a specia book for me and my mum and will treasure it.It,s a short story so read it for youself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anya 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-179818402367600592?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/179818402367600592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=179818402367600592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/179818402367600592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/179818402367600592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/tickie-tickle.html' title='Tickie, Tickle'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-15906595012250696</id><published>2008-01-09T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:01:58.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Tiara  club</title><content type='html'>The  tiara  club   is  a  series  of   books.There  are   six   princesse  and  they  go  on   lots  of  trips.There  names  are   Sophia, Alice, Katie, Daisy,  Charlotte  and   Emily   and   they   had &lt;br /&gt;met  on  the   first  day  at  the  academy.And  they  are   best   friend.Princess  Perfecta   and&lt;br /&gt;princess   Floreen  are   horrid.And   they   try   to  spoil   everything.I   like    these   books&lt;br /&gt;because  they  have  lots  of    good  adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by  Katie 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-15906595012250696?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/15906595012250696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=15906595012250696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/15906595012250696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/15906595012250696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/tiara-club.html' title='The  Tiara  club'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7985171940553404946.post-7959036001770497780</id><published>2008-01-09T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:03:09.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have  you  seen  the  crocodile</title><content type='html'>It  was  about  the  parrot  findding   the   crocodile.He  asked  the   dragonfly   and  the   bumble  bee  and  the  butterfly   and  the  hummingbird  and  the  frog.They  all  said   NO  but  the  frog  was  sitting   on  the  crocodile  all  along  but  he  did'nt  no all along.    So  if  you  want  to  read  it  go to  the  nearest  Library.And  read  some  book's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandhya  7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7985171940553404946-7959036001770497780?l=classo2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7959036001770497780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7985171940553404946&amp;postID=7959036001770497780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7959036001770497780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7985171940553404946/posts/default/7959036001770497780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classo2008.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-seen-crocodile.html' title='Have  you  seen  the  crocodile'/><author><name>Class O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17544126291381690344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
