RV_Isabel

Nice to meet you my name is Isabel. I am from Colorado and Finland. I really enjoy tennis because I love to hit that ball and here that “Boink” sound I also think it is a really fun sport. I like drawing and painting because I think it is really cool that I can look at something and draw it or paint it also you can make imaginary places and things. I like singing and writing songs a lot because it has rhythm and rhyme and its fun. I love dogs and animals. I like all colors. I like spaghetti bolagnaise. I really look forward to be reading your stories and working with you. Here is my story hope you enjoy it!

When My Dog Ate A Bird! <span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; msospacerun: yes; msofareastfontfamily: Calibri; msofareastthemefont: minor-latin; msobidifontfamily: 'Times New Roman'; msobidithemefont: minor-bidi; msoansilanguage: EN-US; msofareastlanguage: EN-US; msobidilanguage: AR-SA;"> One day I went for a walk with my dogs and my maid. When we got out the door I saw my gardener. I looked in my gardeners hand and he had a small bird in his hand. It was so cute! In my head I was thinking, Please be alive please be alive. “Is it alive?” I asked.

He said “Yes”. Thank god I thought. I looked at the bird it was tiny and was brown and grey then I looked at its wings and one looked fine but the other one it looked weird it looked… broken. It looked like it was hanging off the bird it did not look normal. “Is the bird’s wing broken?” I asked him. He said “He fall I pick him up” (he was Indian J ). I asked “Were will you keep it?” He did not understand me. I was saying that because I did not want to ask if I could have it but here it goes. “Can I have it” so I asked he said yes. Yay;).  When we were about to continue the walk, our neighbors 1-3year old daughter came with her maid and said “Kak” to the bird so I decided to name it Kak. Then she started to say Kat to my dogs. But that’s a different story. When we got home I did not want to show my mom Kak or tell her about it because I was afraid that she would throw the bird out. So I took the bird in my maid’s room. My maid got a small container and put a little bit of rice in the corner of the square box container. I said we needed a bigger one. So she got one. It was rectangular. She did the same thing. I asked how will we give it water and she said a cap of a water bottle so I went to get it. When I filled it up with water my maid forced the bird to drink. Later my mom called me and my maid to come in and I told my mom about Kak. She said we had to do something about it. Later I went to the park with my family. And when I came back from the park I saw my maid outside I asked her “Is the bird still in your room?” She said “no” How I asked. “Well I was cooking and I went back into my room and it was gone and I looked around and I did not find it so Max ate it”. Well the bird was gone and I was sad. What a happy happy story. Now I know not to leave a bird with some hungry (all the time) dogs. The End