<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:45:27.583-08:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='colour'/><category term='frog'/><category term='travel'/><category term='poems for children'/><category term='Monster'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='chase'/><category term='Sister'/><category term='tiger preservation'/><category term='son'/><category term='mom'/><category term='elephants'/><category term='race'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='fight'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='pigeons'/><category term='children stories'/><category term='Andamans'/><title type='text'>Sky 'n' Earth Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-91299382571065492</id><published>2010-04-09T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:31:00.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUINEA PIGS ADVENTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/S77XSJmJm0I/AAAAAAAAACk/YmuIoVav2Kg/s1600/20338_1318396114234_1060707007_961800_1365333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458036505233169218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/S77XSJmJm0I/AAAAAAAAACk/YmuIoVav2Kg/s400/20338_1318396114234_1060707007_961800_1365333_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There where two guinea pigs living in a cozy home. One was called Salt and the other was called Pepper. Both of them loved food .Once when their owner was feeding them he left their cage door wide open and he forgot to close it. Salt was eating his food when suddenly Pepper snatched it away from him. And he began to eat it. Salt got angry and pounced on Pepper. Then Pepper got angry and pounced on Salt. Then they both rolled out of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;“OH NO” screamed Salt. “How are we going to get in now?”&lt;br /&gt;“I know!” said Pepper. “We can climb up that pot over there and jump into the cage.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, we can’t do that. We can’t climb.”&lt;br /&gt;Then their owner came to their cage to give them more food. When he didn’t see them he thought they where hiding under the newspaper which they always do. So he just left them their food and went away again forgetting to close the cage door. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/S77Xgyy88PI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzzGf8bo4Xc/s1600/SAlt+and+Pepper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458036756810887410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/S77Xgyy88PI/AAAAAAAAACs/OzzGf8bo4Xc/s400/SAlt+and+Pepper.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly Pepper smelt the food. He ran and he pounced into the cage even though it was very high. Pepper may not be very smart but he has a big tummy! Then after getting into the cage he helped Salt into the cage. And this time they both shared their food happily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-91299382571065492?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/91299382571065492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=91299382571065492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/91299382571065492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/91299382571065492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/guinea-pigs-adventure.html' title='GUINEA PIGS ADVENTURE'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/S77XSJmJm0I/AAAAAAAAACk/YmuIoVav2Kg/s72-c/20338_1318396114234_1060707007_961800_1365333_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-1958867275568867325</id><published>2008-08-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:23:35.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for children'/><title type='text'>EAST OR  WEST, PURPLE IS THE BEST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLojjWFF-lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RcNdZup_NZc/s1600-h/purple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240540206528330322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLojjWFF-lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RcNdZup_NZc/s400/purple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EAST OR WEST, PURPLE IS THE BEST.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love purple,&lt;br /&gt;What about you ?&lt;br /&gt;It keeps me happy&lt;br /&gt;And pleasant too.&lt;br /&gt;A purple flower is so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;A purple brinjal is good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Purple grape juice is so nice,&lt;br /&gt;I love to have it with lots of ice.&lt;br /&gt;Blue is cool and red is hot&lt;br /&gt;But purple is the best of the lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Dhrithi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-1958867275568867325?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1958867275568867325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=1958867275568867325' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/1958867275568867325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/1958867275568867325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/east-or-west-purple-is-best.html' title='EAST OR  WEST, PURPLE IS THE BEST.'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLojjWFF-lI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RcNdZup_NZc/s72-c/purple.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-5185960308997553731</id><published>2008-08-30T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:43:07.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Monster &amp; Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLofzDugbWI/AAAAAAAAACI/mdld7QYIEB4/s1600-h/monster+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240536078433152354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLofzDugbWI/AAAAAAAAACI/mdld7QYIEB4/s400/monster+and+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MONSTER&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What’s that thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;What’s that thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Under my bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Above the bed?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s large and scary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It has two eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And has a big head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And a small little head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It sits under my bed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It sleeps on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;All through the night&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;All through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think it wants violent fight!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I think I am right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;It wants a violent fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has ten eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It has pearly teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That look like mice. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And neatly cut claws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It has sharp fangs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It has a clean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And dirty claws,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And nice little jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And has spikes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On his jaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then we stared into each others eyes!&lt;br /&gt;And this story is not lies.&lt;br /&gt;“I think you will be a nice friend!”&lt;br /&gt;“And this is final!”&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Dhrithi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-5185960308997553731?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5185960308997553731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=5185960308997553731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/5185960308997553731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/5185960308997553731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/monster-me.html' title='Monster &amp; Me!'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLofzDugbWI/AAAAAAAAACI/mdld7QYIEB4/s72-c/monster+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-8838222664545397867</id><published>2008-08-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:42:45.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for children'/><title type='text'>My Little Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLoZ-iwVcPI/AAAAAAAAACA/-BaFqi0-EpE/s1600-h/sister.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240529678671114482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLoZ-iwVcPI/AAAAAAAAACA/-BaFqi0-EpE/s400/sister.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Little Sister&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My sister’s so nice,&lt;br /&gt;She’s made of sugar and spice.&lt;br /&gt;She is small and she is pretty&lt;br /&gt;And her name is Dhrithi.&lt;br /&gt;She’s beautiful and good&lt;br /&gt;Especially in her good mood.&lt;br /&gt;She can dance and skip,&lt;br /&gt;And do hoola – hoop on her hip.&lt;br /&gt;She runs very fast&lt;br /&gt;And never comes last.&lt;br /&gt;Her friends are Harini&lt;br /&gt;And Arushi too,&lt;br /&gt;And you, and you, and you and you!&lt;br /&gt;She’s my sister, that’s who she is.&lt;br /&gt;She’s just like I mentioned in this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Dhrithi (her interpretation of what Akash thinks of her!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-8838222664545397867?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8838222664545397867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=8838222664545397867' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8838222664545397867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8838222664545397867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-little-sister.html' title='My Little Sister'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SLoZ-iwVcPI/AAAAAAAAACA/-BaFqi0-EpE/s72-c/sister.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-4134259327452969920</id><published>2008-07-20T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:11.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andamans'/><title type='text'>AMAZING ELEPHANTS OF ANDAMAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225262521061058546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIPclAoBp_I/AAAAAAAAABo/hEpe35LErTs/s400/Elephants+at+Andaman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to Andamans during our holidays. At Andamans we stayed in a cottage at a small resort called &lt;a href="http://arunvisweswaran.blogspot.com/2008/05/arrival-at-barefoot-part-ii.html"&gt;Bare Foot.&lt;/a&gt; In the resort there was an elephant named Rajan. Next to the resort there was a beach. Once when we went to the beach we saw Rajan swimming in the sea. His head was inside the water and his trunk was out so that he could breathe. It was amazing to see him splash his trunk in the waves. Later in the evening we thought we could feed Rajan. But Rajan was not well and had stepped on a thorn. We could see tears come down his eyes. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225262524833448706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIPclOrbwwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/dQWfQyxamCI/s400/rajan+the+elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The person who looked after him said that we could not feed him for he has to eat only leaves to get better. The next day we went to an elephant show in a beach. There a person said we could feed them. But when I fed the baby elephant the big elephant pushed his trunk forward to get the banana from me. I held the banana and walked away, and the elephant ran behind me to get the banana. When the elephant man took out the chains the elephants rushed and jumped into the water. The mummy elephant fetched water by her trunk and sprayed it on the baby elephant. We saw an elephant take a stick and brush his teeth. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225262524024530786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIPclLqkp2I/AAAAAAAAABw/8KJNY0nbIu4/s400/Elephants+at+andaman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I rode on an elephant and I felt scared and excited I was really really scared and felt as if I was sliding down his back when the elephant knelt and then sat down .I jumped down and patted the elephant’s back. I did not know that elephants were so smart. They actually made me think they are smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dhrithi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-4134259327452969920?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4134259327452969920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=4134259327452969920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/4134259327452969920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/4134259327452969920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing-elephants-of-andamans.html' title='AMAZING ELEPHANTS OF ANDAMAN!'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIPclAoBp_I/AAAAAAAAABo/hEpe35LErTs/s72-c/Elephants+at+Andaman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-7871056837161474578</id><published>2008-07-14T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:11.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHw7Zr9aNtI/AAAAAAAAABM/rB_pirSpwas/s1600-h/tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture has been moved to an earlier post called &lt;a href="http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/save-me.html"&gt;SAVE ME!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-7871056837161474578?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7871056837161474578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=7871056837161474578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/7871056837161474578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/7871056837161474578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiger.html' title='TIGER'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-5762024879476736544</id><published>2008-07-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:11.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for children'/><title type='text'>THE FROG AND ME !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHvgIoQnKHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Iho9kOErffc/s1600-h/crock+crock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223014631716890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHvgIoQnKHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Iho9kOErffc/s400/crock+crock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHvf332JoJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OHcSgdyD4-U/s1600-h/crock+crock.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I SAW A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FROG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SITTING ON A LOG.&lt;br /&gt;I SAID CROAK!&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT AWOKE.&lt;br /&gt;IT SAID CROAK ,&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT WAS THE JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;WE BECAME FRIENDS,&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS THE END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Dhrithi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-5762024879476736544?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5762024879476736544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=5762024879476736544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/5762024879476736544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/5762024879476736544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/frog-and-me-i-saw-frog-sitting-on-log.html' title='THE FROG AND ME !'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHvgIoQnKHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Iho9kOErffc/s72-c/crock+crock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-8193004403055368743</id><published>2008-07-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:11.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger preservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chase'/><title type='text'>SAVE ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIKRT16jBdI/AAAAAAAAABg/igRN6MCiKWY/s1600-h/tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224898287779382738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIKRT16jBdI/AAAAAAAAABg/igRN6MCiKWY/s400/tiger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHY DO YOU KILL ME ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT HAVE I DONE ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHY DON’T YOU LET ME JUST HAVE SOME FUN ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOU HUNT ME ALL MORNING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOU HUNT ME ALL NIGHT; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I DON’T WANT TO HAVE A FIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Dhrithi  (This is an anguished cry by the tiger)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-8193004403055368743?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8193004403055368743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=8193004403055368743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8193004403055368743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8193004403055368743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/save-me.html' title='SAVE ME!'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SIKRT16jBdI/AAAAAAAAABg/igRN6MCiKWY/s72-c/tiger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-8222616298453757966</id><published>2008-07-14T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:11.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>WHO IS THE FIFTEENTH ONE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHw66SVEeWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q8pmPfxWuq4/s1600-h/birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223114440869968226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHw66SVEeWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q8pmPfxWuq4/s400/birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dhruv’s birth day party was on Sunday. He told his mother that there were going to be fifteen friends in the party.&lt;br /&gt;Mother gave fifteen invites to Dhruv and said, “Dhruv give these invites to your friends.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok mummy.” said Dhruv and took all the invites to school.&lt;br /&gt;On the party day mother had put up lots of decorations and she had made yummy snacks.&lt;br /&gt;The birth day cake had the picture of Mickey mouse and seven candles on it.&lt;br /&gt;Mother served fifteen plates and one for the birth day boy.&lt;br /&gt;After playing games everyone took a plate filled with snacks. But there was no one to take the last plate.&lt;br /&gt;Mother looked around, but every one had their plates. Mother asked Dhruv, “Where is the fifteenth friend Dhruv?”&lt;br /&gt;Dhruv counted all of them and said, “Mother, there are fifteen friends.”&lt;br /&gt;Mother wondered.. “Where is the fifteenth friend?”&lt;br /&gt;“I am the fifteenth one mother! How could you forget ME- the birth day boy?”&lt;br /&gt;Mother laughed and said “Happy birth day my smart son!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Dhrithi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-8222616298453757966?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8222616298453757966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=8222616298453757966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8222616298453757966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8222616298453757966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-is-fifteenth-one.html' title='WHO IS THE FIFTEENTH ONE?'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SHw66SVEeWI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q8pmPfxWuq4/s72-c/birthday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-1686902389196970040</id><published>2008-04-30T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:40:05.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigeons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children stories'/><title type='text'>THE THREE GODFATHERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“CRASH”! The window pane shattered to a zillion pieces! Chirag had struck again ! “Out, out I say. You are not fit to be inside the house!” shouted his mom! “Why can’t you stay for a day without destroying anything? Come home only when you decide not to break anything.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chirag got annoyed and left to ride his cycle. Along the way SLAP!SLAP!SLAP! Chirag heard his friend Anuj’s father slapping him. Chirag overheard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Sixth time, the sixth time you forgot your book at school! Now how in the world will you do home work?” Shouted Anuj’s father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“I will borrow Chirag’s&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;book, ”said&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Oh no mister,you are not borrowing anyone’s book. Get out of here and&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;come back only when you are responsible for your property!” SLAM! His father slammed the door&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;behind him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Hi!” said&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Chirag to Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Hi!” said&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anuj in a low voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Why are you feeling sad ?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“My father...”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Slapped you because you are irresponsible and left your book at school!!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;said Chirag finishing Anuj”s sentence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Ya! How did you know?” asked&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anuj puzzled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“I could not help hearing. Your Dad’s voice is not exactly soft ! Anyway let us go find Bharat!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Along the way Chirag explained about how and why he got into trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“You know adults stink! They always have to be right about everything! Life would be enjoyable without these pompous adults butting in to our business.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“You guys are awful!” came Bharat’s&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tiny voice from his house. “You guys never keep up your promise. You guys never get me what I want. Not even an eraser. I am through with you guys!!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Sorry son,but we just don’t have the time!” said his father without looking up from behind his Business Newspaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Ahhhhhh !” Bharat stomped out of his house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“That did not go so well. Did id?” asked Chirag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“NO!” shrieked Bharat. “Lucky, your parents care for you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Leave it. Calm down dude ! Let us go and cycle in the basement.”&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Said Anuj.” At least we have&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;each other.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Along the way Chirag said, “I have a perfect nickname for us!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“What?” asked Bharat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“ABC! Awesome Brilliant Companions!!!” said Chirag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Swell!” commented Bharat.” Hey! ABC is also Anuj, Bharat and Chirag !”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;After an hour, Anuj got bored and wanted to have a fast cycle race.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He said, “Pals, I am getting bored of just cycling round and round in&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;circles. Let us have a fast cycling race!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Okay! I am fine with it,” said Chirag calmly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;‘Fine? Just fine? I think it is a really cool idea Anuj!” praised Bharat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Anuj said, “I will be the referee.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Can we go now?” Chirag said.So they took their cycles and went up the drive way slope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Along the way Bharat asked, “What will the winner get as a prize?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“That depends on what the winner desires!” said Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Yes we will put in our pocket money to buy the winner whatever he wants!” said Chirag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Let us begin!” said Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Alright then. On your marks, get set, go!!!” cried Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;VRRRRROOOOMMMM! Chirag and Bharat raced down the driveway slope. Chirag was leading. But suddenly ‘SKREEEEECH!” Chirag skid to a halt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chirag looked petrified! Anuj and Bharat came running to see what had happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“WHAT HAPPENED?” screamed Anuj breathlessly. “BLIMEY! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING PETRIFIED?” shouted Bharat in tension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Shhhh! Look!” said Chirag softly. He pointed to a rat-bitten net. “Look beneath it.” There was a sick looking pigeon. It was about to have babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;But unfortunately a group of rats had surrounded it to eat the eggs! Chirag liked nature .He did not want the rats to kill the pigeon or eat the eggs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;He took a stick and started scaring the rats away. The rats scuttled away but nobody could tell when they would come back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Good job man!” commented Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bharat remembered that the winner of the fast cycling race should get whatever he desires. The three friends agreed that Chirag was the winner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So Bharat asked: “ Hey Cheese! (Cheese was Chirag’s nickname), what do you want since you are the winner? I have ten rupees from my pocket money!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“The only thing I want now is to protect that pigeon and its babies!” Chirag replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Listen, we must help this poor pigeon guys.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“But what can we do? We cannot be its nanny!” said Bharat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Here is a plan. First let us take off that horrible net and give it decent shelter.” They took off the net very gently, so that the pigeon did not get hurt. Then they took a&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;steel grill lying at the back of the basement and decided to use it as a roof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Good job!!” said Chirag.” Now we need something for the walls, so that those awful rats cannot hurt the pigeon!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Anuj and Bharat cycled to the hardware store at the end of the road and bought extra strong steel nets. Chirag stayed and protected the pregnant pigeon..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Anuj and Bharat came back as fast as they could, and they made a fence for the pigeon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;:Excellent work!” said Chirag. Bharat&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;scattered some puffed rice near the bird. The pigeon slowly moved its head and ate them one by one. The three boys saw this and felt elated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The boys came everyday and fed the bird. One day the pigeon had laid three eggs which looked like spotted pebbles. After a few more days the ABC gang saw that the eggs had hatched! They felt very proud and happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Let us give them names,” Said Anuj.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Yes, let us call them Chirpy, Fluffy and Ruffles!” Said Bharat looking at the babies fondly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Hey guys, do you&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know what? We have become Godfathers today!” Said Chirag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Right! The boys in class will be so jealous when they know this!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just then Anuj’s father stepped down from his Santro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Dad, look we&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;saved these babies from the rats!” yelled Anuj, forgetting that he had hated his father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“You saved them?” asked Chirag’s mother getting out of the lift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“Did you build this shelter?” asked Bharat’s mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“We did!” said Chirag and told them the&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whole story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“How sweet!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“How thoughtful!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“How responsible!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“What a magnificent piece of construction this shelter is!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The grownups gushed! The boys blushed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The three Godfathers quietly cycled away leaving the grown ups to fuss over their sons’ achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chirpy, Ruffles &amp;amp; Fluffy winked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Akash&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-1686902389196970040?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1686902389196970040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=1686902389196970040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/1686902389196970040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/1686902389196970040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-godfathers.html' title='THE THREE GODFATHERS'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-1736374687406455806</id><published>2008-04-29T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:11.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems for children'/><title type='text'>THE SPACE RACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SBgMEyWiMuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nIAchtaCaGY/s1600-h/space.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194915446547165922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SBgMEyWiMuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nIAchtaCaGY/s320/space.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;We had a race in outer space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see who is the best in space race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one got the golden sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver moon- for the second one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the stars yelled we won! we won !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Dhrithi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-1736374687406455806?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1736374687406455806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=1736374687406455806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/1736374687406455806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/1736374687406455806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/space-race.html' title='THE SPACE RACE'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SBgMEyWiMuI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nIAchtaCaGY/s72-c/space.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3935165248614832984.post-8673874996612663853</id><published>2008-04-29T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:05:12.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEE &amp; ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SBgJiyWiMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i8ehHCvz6Ok/s1600-h/Bee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SBgJiyWiMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i8ehHCvz6Ok/s320/Bee.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194912663408358082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I got a tree free free free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that tree there was a bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bee chased me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And stung my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chased the bee and the bee chased me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             - Dhrithi .R. Arun&lt;br /&gt;                                                  (7 yrs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3935165248614832984-8673874996612663853?l=skynearthstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8673874996612663853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3935165248614832984&amp;postID=8673874996612663853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8673874996612663853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3935165248614832984/posts/default/8673874996612663853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skynearthstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-tree-free.html' title='THE BEE &amp; ME'/><author><name>Akash &amp;amp; Dhrithi &amp;amp; Chitra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02573385024180206646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cd-FF9NRL_c/SBgJiyWiMsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/i8ehHCvz6Ok/s72-c/Bee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
