Once upon a time there lived a polar bear. He lives in a big
arctic cave. He has a big family in the arctic. He eats things in the house. One
day he ate a bookshelf. He even ate all the books on the bookshelf. Another day
he ate his bed. He even ate the pillow.
One day he decided not to eat for a whole day. He feels
hungry. He does not eat breakfast. He does not eat lunch. He is really hungry
by dinner time. He sees a shoe. He picks it up and he eats it.
The next day he tries to only eat broccoli. He eats broccoli for
breakfast and lunch. At dinner time he gets so hungry he eats his last
bookshelf. He even eats the books. Now he has no books to read.
Finally, he tries to only eat celery. He eats celery for
breakfast. He eats celery for lunch. He likes the celery. He was relieved that
he likes the celery. Now he only eats celery day and night.
No longer eats book shelves, beds or shoes.
I am so glad he is no longer eating his books! Your wonderful story made me hungry. Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad the polar bear found some good food to eat! I was afraid he was going to eat his entire house, and then have nowhere to live. This story has a good beginning, middle, and end. I liked it. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Dylan,
ReplyDeleteThis is quite funny - I had a good laugh! I love how you say.."he even ate the pillow"...your sentence structure is very clear and cute! Keep up the good work buddy :-)
Good,Dylan .That will start off a good imagination max
ReplyDeleteVery good writing about a very hungry polar bear.
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