Hi,
Let me make this known. This is not my dog, this is not my picture. I have used this picture for my story.

  "Come on, Kiki! Let's go outside," Abigail opened the door to the leaf-filled back yard.
  "Ruff, ruff!" Kiki barked as she ran outside. "Kiki, fetch!" Abigail flung a stick across the yard. Kiki bounced after the stick.
   Kiki chased the flying stick into the woods as Abigail sighed.
   "She'll never find that stick in the woods," Abigail muttered. Sure enough, ten minutes later, after Kiki looking for the whole time, Kiki bounded out of the forest with a leaf in her jaws. Kiki ran across the yard and dropped the leaf at Abigail's, her mistress, feet. "Kiki, that's not what I threw," Abigail laughed.
   "Ruff!" the poor dog barked.
   "Oh, Kiki, let's go inside." Abigail said. Kiki whined. "What, Kiki?" Abigail asked her dog. The dog went over to a tree and pawed at the trunk. Abigail looked up into the tree and saw a bird with a broken wing. "Kiki, stay down," Abigail commanded as she started to climb the tree.
    When Abigail reached the branch the bird was resting on, she removed her jacket and gently lifted the bird into it. Then she carefully descended the tree and carried the bird to her father, a vet.
   "Dad, I found this bird in a tree!" she called to her father.
   "It has a broken wing," Mr. Harrison said.
   "I know that. Can you fix it?" Abigail asked.
   "I'll try putting a splint on it, but I hope you understand, if her wing mends properly, we'll have to let her go free," Mr. Harrison explained.
   "Yes, Dad."

   Several weeks later, Mr. Harrison and Abigail walked into their backyard and let the bird free. Abigail crouched down next to the bird and whispered, "You are free, it's time for you to fly."
   The bird flew up to Abigail's wrist after Abigail stood up. The bird sat there for a minute, nodded it's head as if it were saying 'thank you', and flew off to the woods.
   "There goes the bird," Mr. Harrison was relieved that it still knew where to go.
   "Yeah, I'm going to miss her," Abigail said.
   "Me too," Mr. Harrison admitted, "Let's go inside."

                                                                               THE END

There's my story for the week.

Johanna

The Kiting Room

Funny how my posts are never on Tuesday...
Excuse the journal style of writing today, but I'm not sure how to turn this into a story.

2:30; I hear the screen door. My brother says, "Dad's home." I reply, "What's he doing home this early?" "I don't know," Jeremiah answered. So I run upstairs and ask, "What are you doing home?" "I came to work on the kitchen," my dad says. Let me explain.
We got a set of cupboards recently, and we're working on moving the kitchen.
Right away, we got started on tearing the old cabinets out. Soon, all the doors are off and we're working on tearing the actual cupboards out. They WERE built in. Not anymore.
While we were tearing the cupboards out, I got a blood blister.

"It's a bliss buster!"

At least, that's what my dad says.
So, at the end of the day, half our kitchen is in the living room, and one couch is in the basement.

Johanna

Grandma's 50th Wedding Anniversary

This picture is of me when I was about 7 years old. It was from my grandmother’s 50^th wedding anniversary. Here is a partly fictional story about the picture.

   Johanna Johnson examined the small, yellow rose. “Mom, the rose feels like the collar on my dress!” she exclaimed.

   “Yes, Johanna,” Mom looked over, “It’s time to go get food now, though,” Mom got up.

   “Okay,” Johanna set the flower down and jumped up. Her French braid started swinging from side to side as her bangs poofed up, then down.

   Five minutes later, Johanna, her mom, and her dad were back with their plates of food. Here is a picture of their table;

   “Mom, why is Uncle Tim taking pictures of us eating?” Johanna hissed.

   “I have no idea,” Mom whispered back. Johanna sighed and resumed eating her potato salad.

THE END

La di da di da...

WHOOPS! It's Friday and I didn't post on Tuesday! Yikes!

Not much to say, just swimming for a long time yesterday, got exhausted and cold swimming, and got beat by my friend, Sarah, in Wii Sports Boxing, Wii Sports Baseball, American Girls Board Game, and picking carrots. I beat her in Wii Sports Tennis. And that's it. She also beat me to the back door when we were racing from the woods. Of course, I wasn't even breathing hard after running 400 feet, and she was breathing extremely hard. Ha ha.

Johanna