The lawnmower chomps up grass
and gulps it down.
“I want more!”

“I have no food in my empty tummy!”
“I want more food!”

It has a long nose like an anteater
which it sniffs up long grass with.
“Vrrrooom, sniff, vrrrrooom, sniff!”

It runs really fast
down the front and back lawn.
Vroom, vroom- racing like a roller skater.

It angrily steps on flowers
and when it leaves the flowers are gone.
It’s a clear, empty field or plain.

When it leaves
the tall grass is gone
and in its place there’s short, fresh, new lawn!

Whish! Went the water
Squeeeek! Went the grip of the metal handle.
TING! Went the drip on the metal.
Bshoo! Went the drain water.

We saw a show with people from Ghana, Africa. They were the Ishangi family dancers. We are writing more to tell you about their heritage. The schools are very small and kids have to work a lot. Kids come in early to clean up the school because there are no custodians. Something interesting is the older kids carry their desks home on school vacations so they don’t get stolen. Most people in Ghana’s schools can’t afford food or lunch so people serve food for them. People in Ghana grow crops to get food. They also eat rice.

After school kids play lots of simple games. They have no electricity so they can’t play any electronic games. One of the games is the bottlecap game. You win by flicking your bottlecap onto your opponent’s bottlecap. They play volleyball and pretend there is a net. There is a season where it hardly rains so kids play games in the shade.

Another thing we learned from the Ishangi Family Dancers and their heritage is they sing and dance when they do chores. We learned a lot form the Ishangi family dancers.

In winter there are big, roaring blizzards
with swirling winds outside in that freezing air
with snow piling up.

The whistling wind carries people up
in that freezing, icy air.
It brings them up and up into space and
throws them down!
“Bang! Bong! Splat! Crunch!”

Our mom makes amazing hot chocolate
with spectacular marshmallows
Then she’ll say, “Come on in, it’s ready!”

We’ll smell the fresh homemade soup
It will wake us up
So excited!

We’ll touch a big sleigh-
a wild ride down the hill
“Yahooooo!” we’ll yell.

My toy bus is seven years old. That’s as old as me! I wanted to play with it on the way home. I played with it since that day I opened it.

It helps me remember when I was a baby liking cars. I started liking buses. Then I liked trucks and then cars.

I had about fifteen cars. I made traffic jams with cars and trucks and buses and my first bus. It made noises on wood and tile. It sounded like this, “Vvreshhhtsh!”

I whished around with it. I made it get into an accident. It went CRASH! BANG! BOOM! BONG!
I made policemen and firemen come in a rush! Shhh! Shhh! Motorcycles drove through it.

It was a blast playing with toy cars.