lion had a new friend. and his name was catdog. and he was a rooster. and he said cockledoodledoo. and he had another friend, and his name was chickee. and he was a dog. he was a small little puppy. and he was red. and his last name was clifford. then there was another friend, and his name was steve. and he was a cat. and he was black. and his last name was jack. then it start to rain. it rained as hard as can be. at night time and cold, all of them ate breakfast. then the sun came out and the rain stopped. then there were lots and lots and lots of friends. they made a big house of bricks. they had lots of beds. and lots of rooms. and lots of things in that big house. and it wiggled and wiggled. then it start to rain again. then lightening crashed on the house. and it wouldn't break. the end.
From Home to Georgetown
My bike trip from home to Georgetown was tons of fun! I rode to the Capital Crescent Trail. The road was mostly flat, but a little bit crowded. After riding for some time, we came to a dark tunnel. The area around the road was very lush. Then we rode by a river or stream. The sight was elegant. We came to a canal and stopped by a bazaar. We came to some bumpy, wooden bridges. Georgetown was not far away. Arriving at Georgetown was very gratifying. I was very satisfied with myself. (* the above was a Personal Narrative Test I did for school, to write on a topic of a proud experience.)