Santo is in the ESOL class and enjoys writing stories. Here is one:
MY PRICKLY PEAR FRUIT
I like birds. They’re beautiful when they fly. Many of them have lovely colours. But I was sick and tired of that cocky it caused too much trouble. It really had a lot of nerve. Every morning it came to my backyard and ate all the prickly pear fruit one by one. It was very careful to eat the best. It took great pains to do so.
And so I decided to stop its mischief. I wanted to give the cocky a taste of its own medicine. I built the ugliest looking scarecrow you ever saw. I dressed it in old clothes and put it in the yard. Would it work? I really wasn’t sure. I felt it in my bones that the parrot might know it was a trick.
The next day I decided to see what was happening. I paused for a moment, held my breath, and looked out the window.
There in the middle of the yard was the cocky pulling out straws from the hat on my scarecrow. And I could see that more prickly pears had been eaten.
Clearly, I had to think of a new plan.
I like birds. They’re beautiful when they fly. Many of them have lovely colours. But I was sick and tired of that cocky it caused too much trouble. It really had a lot of nerve. Every morning it came to my backyard and ate all the prickly pear fruit one by one. It was very careful to eat the best. It took great pains to do so.
And so I decided to stop its mischief. I wanted to give the cocky a taste of its own medicine. I built the ugliest looking scarecrow you ever saw. I dressed it in old clothes and put it in the yard. Would it work? I really wasn’t sure. I felt it in my bones that the parrot might know it was a trick.
The next day I decided to see what was happening. I paused for a moment, held my breath, and looked out the window.
There in the middle of the yard was the cocky pulling out straws from the hat on my scarecrow. And I could see that more prickly pears had been eaten.
Clearly, I had to think of a new plan.
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