Sucks to be a garbage can

A more philosophical entry from the 2nd grade journal. This entry appears above a xeroxed drawing of a garbage can labeled "garbage can" and a cat peeking out from behind, which is glued to the page.

If I were a garbage can I would be graet use to the people in the city. I would hold great loads of trash. Every week men would take away the loads of garbage. I would hold tin cans, candy-wapers, old glass bodls, papars, and other things. I would be very smelly. Cats would get in me and eat old roten food. They also would nock the lid off of me. Nothing would be fun.

My teacher gave me a check mark, a smiley face, and wrote "very descriptive" on this one. I want to know if the other kids had to write about being garbage cans or if they got better pictures glued to their pages. And if they got smiley faces too. And why the teacher wanted me to think about what it was like to be a garbage can.

I was a literary child prodigy

Just in case you have doubted my writing talent up to this point, check out this little gem from my 2nd grade journal (which I found while cleaning out boxes in my closet on orders from my Mother)

Once on a rainy spring day a small cat was running through the woods. Help! Help! she shouted. The big dog is chaseing me. A little squerle heard her and said climb my tree and come into my house. So the small cat climbed up and went into the squerles small hole in the tree safe and warm. Just then a big black dog walked by. He called to the squerle have you seen a small cat I lost her sent in this rain. Yes said the squerle she ran that way. the dog ran away. Oh thank you said the cat. But the squerle said wait. "come and live with me so the cat did later the some kittens were born. there in the hole the squerle and the cat raised there babys and lived there forever.

The End

A scary life and death chase! An unlikely friendship between species! Cat-Squirrel hybrid babies! Can you imagine the possibilities if I had just been able to spell "squirrel"???