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The Doggie's story!
Dear Children,
Last week I spoke to you about cats and their ways. I am glad to know
that you enjoyed it and were quite observant of your pet cat's behavior
after reading it. But I am also aware that some of you are unhappy
because no mention was made about your other favourite pet, the doggie!!
No need to worry any longer, today we will talk only about doggies.
 For years dogs have been known for their faithfulness towards their
masters. No animal can be more of a friend and a companion than a dog.
They may serve you with utmost love and dedication and I think it is not
an exaggeration to say that the dog loves his master more than himself.
You may have a lot of stories to tell us about your doggie. Your
doggie may feel sad if he discovered that you love your pet cat more
than you love him. If you feed the cat before the dog the latter may
even refuse to have food for a while. Your doggie does not want you and
your family to go out leaving him behind the entire day. You can see the
sadness in his eyes!
Some of you must have given shelter to stray puppies and others may
be rearing the best and expensive breeds. However their breeds are of
little importance when their loyalty is taken into consideration. There
are certain writers who have dedicated their books to their pet dogs as
a gesture of gratitude. Have you heard of stories where the master has
written his wealth in the name of his dog in order to show his love
towards his pet?
In fact what doggies need most is your love and kindness. There are
instances when certain owners fail to look after their pet dog properly.
Have you seen dogs being kept in kennels where there's hardly any space
for them to move or dogs being chained the whole day without even being
fed a proper meal? Always remember that they also love to move around
and enjoy the day just the way you do. Make sure that their needs are
met and that their life with you at your home is comfortable for them.
As you walk on the road you can see many stray dogs roaming around.
Some people mercilessly abandon puppies by the roadside. Such cruel acts
cannot be justified. If you ever come acorss such a situation try to
find them a home with the help of your parents or guardians.
Bye for now, Sanju:-
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Happy flowers
Now that the term tests are over Marshi and Hasini have more time to
play in the garden. On Saturday morning they woke up when the sun peeped
through the curtains of their bedroom window. After breakfast they went
out into the garden with their favourite dolls, Rosemary and Pinky
Binki. Marshi carried Rosemary in her arms, Hasini pushed Pinky Binki in
her old pram.
They sat on the grass and watched the butterflies and the
hummingbirds drinking nectar from the zinnias Mother had planted all
round the lawn. A dozen bees buzzed around the yellow marigolds.
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"There are two orange butterflies on Mother's white zinnias," said
Marshi. "One is slightly bigger than the other."
Hasini giggled. "They might be two sisters: like you and I."
"I hope they like the nectar in the zinnias. I hope their tiny
stomachs are full," said Marshi.
That afternoon Mother took Marshi and Hasini with her when she
visited one of her friends.
Aunty Shani lived in a beautiful house overlooking the Diyawanna
lake. Inside the sitting room there were three vases filled with
flowers.
"You have a lovely house, Shani," said Mother.
"Thank you," said Aunty Shani. "All these flowers in the vases are
from my garden. I picked them just this morning."
When Aunty Shani left the sitting room to bring them glasses of fruit
juice, Marshi and Hasini whispered to each other.
"What a pity Aunty Shani has picked the flowers in her garden to fill
the vases," said Marshi.
"Yes," agreed Hasini. "Now the butterflies and the bees would not get
a chance to drink the nectar in the flowers."
Once they finished the glasses of orange juice, Aunty Shani suggested
the children could go out and play in the garden. Marshi and Hasini
found the garden full of flowers. They were happy to see Aunty Shani had
not picked all the flowers in her garden to fill the vases. But to their
surprise and dismay they could not see a single butterfly or bird among
the flowers.
After some time, Mother and Aunty Shani too walked into the garden.
"You must be spending a lot of time in the garden to keep it so
beautiful like this," said Mother. "It is almost like a park."
"I use a lot of artificial fertilizer, and pesticides to help the
plants to grow," explained Aunty Shani. "That is why there are no weeds
among the flower beds and the leaves of the plants are green and
flourishing."
On their way home Hasini gave Mother a hug.
"Mother, your garden is the best garden in the world. At least it's
better than Aunty Shani's."
Mother laughed. "Why do you say that? Our garden is filled with weeds
and snails keep chipping off the leaves of most of my plants."
"That is why our garden is so much better," Marshi joined the
conversation. "There was not a single hummingbird, let along a snail or
a caterpillar in Aunty Shani's garden."
"She uses lots of pesticides and artificial fertilizers", explained
Mother. "It is hard for tiny creatures to survive in the middle of a sea
of chemicals."
"Let us invite Aunty Shani to our place one day and show her our
garden. Then she will realize a garden can look more beautiful when
there are butterflies and bees and even snails and caterpillars living
in it," said Marshi.
"Yes," agreed Hasini. "Our garden is not all that bad even though we
do not use chemicals to make the plants grow. The compost Grandpa makes
from dried leaves is just as good. Besides, Grandpa says nature has her
own methods to control pests, and nothing will go wrong if we let nature
have her own way."
When they stopped at the supermarket on the way home, Marshi had
another bright idea. Looking at the plastic flowers on a shelf she said,
"Let us give Aunty Shani a bunch of artificial flowers this Christmas.
When she fills her vases with the plastic flowers she will stop picking
the flowers in her garden because she will not have a place to keep
them."
"Hurray," said Hasini, clapping her hands in delight. "Let us pray
our plan will work."
They hoped they could save the flowers for the butterflies, the
hummingbirds and the bees. How beautiful the world would be if no one
picked flowers and let them be where they belong - out in the wild, in
the gardens or by the side of the roads, smiling up at the sky, inviting
the bees, the butterflies and the birds for a sip of nectar.
-Aditha
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My pet
My pet is a cat. It is brown in colour. My cat likes to eat fish. It
likes to drink milk. It can climb trees. I love my pet very much.
G Shisuka T Pinnaduwa, Grade 2, Stanley Thilakarathna , Vidyalaya,
Mirihana
My self
My name is P Abisheek. I am nine years old. I study in Grade 04. I
study at Kingston College International. My favourite colour is red. My
favourite drink is Necto. I like to drink milk too. I like to ride on
bikes.
P Abisheek, Grade 04, Kingston College International, Wellawatte
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