Friday, 3 June 2011

Decapitated Chook

Well hello friends! And the rest of you! I haven't been updatign much. Been... busy...
This morning all our chooks got out. 2 of the were in the vege garden and one was in with the old chooks being pecked by them and couldnt escape poor thing but we couldn't find one and so we spent about half an hour before schoollooking for it and we couldn't find her anywhere and then we had to go to school and work. Well when i got home from school today I went searching. I went around to the neighbours and left a not cause she wasnt home and looked up and around the street and all that and then I look over the fence to check that she wasnt in the nieghbours backyard even though mum said she had already looked and guess what I saw! A feathery lump of blood and feet.  I came inside and said to dad "I found the chook! She's next door." and he went on congratulating me and then I'm like "She's dead." and I walk out the door. He goes and gets a shovel while I write a long not about how sorry I am that I'm going into her backyard without her permission but she wasnt home and I didnt think she would like to have a dead chook in her rose patch so we went in and the chook didnt have a head and its wing had been half ripped off so you could see her insides and her legs were dead straight out (which isnt really the most natural position for a chook to be in). Dad brought her out on a shovel and then dug a hole while I left mum a message at work. So now we only have 3 chooks and they havent even started laying yet!
I think I jinxed the poor chook by naming her after a character in the Hunger Games who dies. She gets stabbed in the back. Literally. With a spear.
Well what eles has happend lately.. hmmm....
Today in PE spud has this big thing with a girl I will call Sprout. We were playing hockey and sprout was on the opposite team to me and Spud. I was down the other end of the court so I cant confirm whats true and what sint but Spud claims that Sprout hit her with the hockey stick twice on purpose. Spud then hit Sprout pretty hard with the hockey stick. Now we're talking hard wooden sticks and she gave it quite a whack. Spud even admitted infront of the teacher that she did it on purpose.Anyway Sprout went into the toilets and started crying and then sat out for some of the game. Spud didn't get into too mcuh trouble for this probably because we had a fill in teacher for that lesson but most of year 8 was either laughing about it or hating Spud for it. By the end of the day (PE was last lesson before end of day homeroom) I'm pretty sure the entire year knew about it. Most of my friends we're laughing about it because it was pretty funny. Spud was steaming though she was so angry at Sprout. This wasn't the first time they have clashed by the way. Sprout stole Spuds boyfriend to-be last year and as you can imagine, Spud wasnt too happy with that. Sprout told a heap of people about how Spud got bitten on her bum by a bee and got them all laughing at her and for a while people came up to us and said to Spud "Are you the girl who got bitten on your but?" and we looked over at Sprout and she was watching with a cruel sneer on her face.
Its weird, I keep having strange prediction things. Last night I had a dream abotu the chooks and about the one taht got beaten up. And on my way home from school I had this really strange feeling that I was going to see this girl I know from my old school (she hates me) who lives in my town called Pumpkin and then when I was waiting at the traffic lights, her car pulled up and she was in it! I just somehow knew I would see her it is so weird!
Here are some prettyful pictures!

Eiffel Tower! Prettyful!


Panda! So Cute!


My friend and I are obsessed with baby sloths! How cute is that!


That is a real cup of coffee!
Look at all these!
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Peace!

Anyway I should stop now!

Love Miadora!

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