Actual journal entries from my 7th grade English class over 20 years ago. There may be some truth to these, but probably not.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
October 7, 1993
Fish are cool. They swim real weird and make their mouth look weird by squishing the sides of the mouth together. When I was little, I caught a big catfish (with no help at all). The night I ate it for dinner. Boy, was that yummy. I like to eat fish but I like chicken better. I sure hope it rains today, or even snows. Oh wait, that would mean Mr. W. would have to get a new cardboard box, and he would have to go to Salt Lake City and paint the zebras. I wonder what color he paints them. Is a zebra a white horse with black stripes or a black horse with white stripes. Back to fish. No wait, time to go.
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