Wednesday, 26 November 2008

Brownies!

Hi Everyone, it's me, Frog!
This week I have been finding out about Brownies!













No! Not chocolate brownies, Brownie Guides!


I went to visit the 4th Thornton (Christchurch) Brownies, to help them get their Writer's Badge, and it was SO much fun!
First we made a Glossary of Worms, I mean Words from my book, It's Stickinormous, and we found out what they all meant.
Then the Brownies all wrote lovely letters all about Brownies, and why it's lots of fun there, and all about what they do every week.
The last bit was to write a poem, all about me!
Brown Owl thinks that Frog Ted will be a great new friend for the Brownie Pack, and said he can go on lots of adventures with them - how FROGTASTIC is that?
I think we are going to be finding out a lot more about Brownies - it's going to be fun!
I have to go now - it's not because I'm hungry though - it's because there is a grown up making a LOT OF NOISE and MESS in my office, and it's hard to write properly when you are being distracted by things like that.
I'll see you next week I hope!
Love, Frog X

Wednesday, 12 November 2008

What this blog needs.....

What this blog needs is more cartoon capers!
CLUNK!!!!
"Oh, not the pan on the head!"
*sigh*

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Wednesday, 5 November 2008

Dreadful Cat Doggerel!





Hi Everyone, it's me, Ginger Jelly!

Frog is so worn out with the excitement over his video, that he his having a BIG SNOOZE, so Obi-Sven and I have snuck in with our "Dreadul Cat Doggerel"
Doggerel means really bad poem, and it's about an awfully bad cat, so it's double dreadful!

Dreadful Cat Doggerel.

Squeakers Maguire swaggered into the room,
The fur on his tail was quite patchy.
Three whiskers were bent, his claws ragged torn,
And he whistled a tune that was really quite annoying.

Squeakers Maguire sauntered up to the bar,
“A milkshake!” he bawled, “Make it snappy!”
The room turned to stare, Squeakers just didn’t care,
That the barman was not looking at all pleased.

Squeakers Maguire stared an amber eyed glare,
His tail shook with menacing twitches,
“A Milkshake, please sir,” he said, smoothing his fur,
“Or your face will need several sticking plasters!”

Squeakers Maguire took a step back or three,
As the barman snarled, spitting and growling,
“No milk served in here, we’re all dogs who drink beer,
So leave now and none of your lip!”

Squeakers Maguire turned slowly to go,
Pretending he cared not a hoot,
When he got to the door, did a wee on the floor,
Then fled as the dogs chased him right down the street.


Heehee!
Love, Jelly XXX

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