Spider King and Queen

I feel that Nichole should be Queen because she has done alot this week. Alison is also very spirited and has put much dedication this week. For King, I feel I deserve it only because the other guys don't really do anything. That's just my opinion.

"Be Kind To Arachnids This Week"

I have eight legs,
black and small.
I'm slick and sly,
And eat many flies,
that I catch in my web on the wall.

Though some people may scream,
at my very site,
I don't cause any harm,
I just need a place thats nice and warm,
To stay through the night.

So this week,
If you see me don't sream,
Just sing the "Arachnid Song"
All week long.
Because it's "Be Kind To Arachnid Week"

Super Silly Sammy Spider

Super Silly Sammy Spider slicked sideways secretly down his slippery web on a sensationally sunny Sunday. Searching for something to snack on, Sammy accidentally spotted Sid Snake. Sid spent Sundays searching for spiders to eat for supper. Sid spotted Sammy and secretly found a sinister scheme in order to eat Sammy Spider. As Sammy slowly stepped back towards his slippery web, Sid slipped, slithered, and hissed his way also towards Sammy's web. Sammy started to accelerate towards his web which made Sid speed up as well. Sammy stepped on his web and was safely in his home as Sid slipped too fast, causing him to slide and stumble.

Squirrel

I get up in the morning, I scurry on down the oak. I stop. A car. Another one. More cars pass as I try to cross the street, not knowing what lies ahead. A big dog barks at me as I pass someone's yard up another tree. I see another squirrel and suddenly get the urge to play a quick game of tag with him. Is it a him? I'm never sure. I chase him down only to realize that he has a nut. That's why I chased him. I guess it's instinct. I'm hungry. That's probably why I chased another, or possibly the same, squirrel just another day. I continue to run and sprint. I stop. Quickly, I scratch my nose with both my hands. I look both ways and cross a street with bigger, louder cars. One passes me and the wind seems to knock me over. I continue to run and end up on a big open area of grass. I realize two things. It isn't that open, and it's not grass. It is this shiny bright green thing. It looks like grass but doesn't taste edible. My hands feel weird on the dirt. Wait. It's not dirt. Everything here is fake. And the area is enclosed by a fence. I don't know how I got in, but I can't get out. I run and then realize that I'm not on that "grass" anymore. I'm on this black surface. I sprint, run, sprint, run until I stop. I'm back where I started. It's a big circle! Actually looks more like an oval. I look and there's a can. I go in and see some clear containers and rotted garbage. I get out of the rotting can to realize that there are these kids on these metal bars. They each, at one point, look at me. They seem to be taking notes. Curious to see what they're writing, I find an opening. I leave desperately looking for food. I search for trees but I don't see any. I finally see a tree. It's all the way across the street and there are many cars going at one time. I test the time of when the cars stop and go and realize that there isn't enough time for me to get to the other side. I try but as I start, a car passes, pushing me back to the concrete path. I run down the path and spot a maple. A maple isn't an oak. I like maple, I guess. A cold wind pushes me toward the street. I stop myself and see that the road is empty. I sprint instinctively across the street to the other side. I try to see where the oak I spotted before was. I can't find it. I run and sprint straight down until I find an oak. I climb up and get chased out by another squirrel. I continue to run. Out of breath, I stop and look around. I look up and the sun is directly above my head. It's noon already? I didn't even eat yet. I run and sprint until I finally see an oak. An oak! It's in someone's backyard. It's a big oak full of leaves. I see a dog staring me down. I go to run, then stop short. Now he's barking mad. I sprint in a zig zag up the tree, into a hole. I catch my breath and go on a branch. I pick a nut off the branch and eat. I finally eat.

What Type of Books Do I Like To Read?

That is a good question. I would have to say comedy. But not dumb comedy. Comedy with a good plot and some adventure as well as mystery. I like mystery. And every good story has a little romance in it. But I wouldn't mind if the bad guy won once in a while. Will it really kill an author to have the bad guy triumph in the end? And not have the good guy not really be dead and win in the second book. That doesn't count. I think I am tempted to write a book where the good guy dies. You'll see.