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  The Chickies This poem is about something that happened last month: Spider plant in a hanging pot, There's a nest in the leaves The Chickies are there, The Doves, eat seeds a lot. One egg there, one day, One more, the other day "When will they hatch," Anxious we were in a way. Oh!Hurray , Hurray Fluffy, Fluffy, Grey, Grey, The babies of the dove, Tiny,Tiny, Grey, Grey Getting bigger everyday, Eating seeds, with the beaks Silky and Hidey, we call them One day, they fly away. Day 4 or 5 after they hatched Can you spot the eggs!! They are getting bigger everyday!! We can see them from the window!! Front one is Hidey back one is Silky Hidey is older than Silky The very first day of there Flight!! The nest is now empty!! We miss Hidey and Silky dearly. They do come to visit us(with their parents) we see the family at our backyard, for we throw seeds there for the birds. But still I miss them on that specific plant, if you know what i mean.I used to watch them from the window...

Three Figures In front of me are three figures: one big, one small, and one smaller. The biggest one has a laptop on his lap. He’s moving his fingers quickly, playing some fighting game that is beyond my understanding—though all three of them seem to understand it perfectly. The two small figures sit watching as the big figure plays. They are talking with each other, mainly about the game, exclaiming and shouting with joy as he advances. (It hurts my head.) Now the big figure has passed the laptop to the larger of the two small figures. Now he’s moving his fingers quickly, now he’s playing the game. The big figure and the smallest figure sit watching and talking. None of them seems to notice that I sit here, watching them closely, observing all their details. Well!! These figures are my younger brothers and my uncle. Aren’t they strange?? By Barirah❣

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  Fred and George's discovery  I promised that I will share the story I wrote, here it is: They tucked the the parchment into their robes pocket, both Fred and George  went back to their common room. It was deserted. Both sat on the armchairs. Fred reached for his pocket and pulled out the parchment. They both stared at it and then looked at each other. Fred unfolded the parchment, but it was blank. "I don't even know why we took this parchment." sighed George, as he glanced at it. "Well! I had a funny feeling which made me grab it." whispered Fred. "And maybe it's written in invisible ink." with this he pulled out his wand. "Show." He muttered some spells or whatever came into his mind, but nothing happened. "Let me try." said George eagerly. Fred handed him the parchment. "Lumos." whispered George, hoping that letters appeared when light hit them, but nothing happened. after a lot of trying he almost gave up when...