<?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-9098251919448614434</id><updated>2011-08-06T21:51:10.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bjarnar's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>For January, "Surprise" stories!  We pulled character, setting and problem from 3 different envelopes - then developed them into a story with our own solution! Look for 2nd grade authors who are using quotation marks for dialogue, adjective-noun combinations to make their stories more interesting, and all around imaginative tales.

(**Stories are in their original form, with no adult editing.)  

Our Nov. and Dec. stories are still available; go back and see how much we've grown!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7473664127158732926</id><published>2008-01-23T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:39:21.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The dolphin traner -- by Sara F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day there was a dolphin traner.  They teach at Wegman's.  They teached and teached the dolphin spotted for a long long time.  He didn't move.  He dide.  They cerid and cerid.  They had bare eat.  did't you like it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7473664127158732926?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7473664127158732926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7473664127158732926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7473664127158732926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7473664127158732926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/dolphin-traner-by-sara-f.html' title='The dolphin traner -- by Sara F.'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-7332754701462635596</id><published>2008-01-23T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:37:50.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tio frog -- by Greg</title><content type='html'>One day thar wase a monkey named boby and a kid named gorg and Jake.  Tha went tow the play growd.  boby brot hisse frog tio.  he playd withe it he set it down to gow on the swings wen he got bake it wos son.  he lokt for it and lokt so he went hom. and one bi fond it and he brot it to the lost and fownd.  The nekst bay boby went to the play gownd he went to the lost and fowd he fonnd it.  the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7332754701462635596?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7332754701462635596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7332754701462635596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7332754701462635596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7332754701462635596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/tio-frog-by-greg.html' title='The tio frog -- by Greg'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2003413922467617719</id><published>2008-01-23T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:35:45.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone has to do somthing hard -- by Sarah H.</title><content type='html'>One day there was a girl named Emily and she had a friend heo was at a campground and Emily was a movie star but Brooke was at her campground and Emily was sad because Brooke was not there.  Then Brooke came home and they played and played.  happley ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2003413922467617719?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2003413922467617719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2003413922467617719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2003413922467617719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2003413922467617719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/someone-has-to-do-somthing-hard-by.html' title='Someone has to do somthing hard -- by Sarah H.'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-6145946199361015233</id><published>2008-01-23T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:34:25.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the old man in chuck-e-cheeses -- by Aidan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day a old man and his son named jack went to chuck-e-cheeses.  Jack fond a penny on the grond.  Jack gived the penny to his dad.  The old man sliped on a quter.  Ron used the quter to play a game in chuck-e-cheese and Jack did the same thing as the old man.  and they went home.  The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-6145946199361015233?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6145946199361015233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=6145946199361015233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6145946199361015233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6145946199361015233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-man-in-chuck-e-cheeses-by-aidan.html' title='the old man in chuck-e-cheeses -- by Aidan'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-6960631185876571759</id><published>2008-01-23T18:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:32:46.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How the footdall got to go to Niagra falls - by Alyssa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once a pot a time therer was a foot ball player named tom  his fimay was going to Niagra falls but the game was on that day it was a hrd bshing but the game was casaulld because it was 5 bagres outsidd the foot ball player got to go to Niagra falls and he lived happyl aflt afat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-6960631185876571759?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6960631185876571759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=6960631185876571759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6960631185876571759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6960631185876571759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-footdall-got-to-go-to-niagra-falls.html' title='How the footdall got to go to Niagra falls - by Alyssa'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-6367250407687029042</id><published>2008-01-23T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:30:52.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a skydiver -- by Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ones apon a time there was a SKy diver he was on the moon he had a decision needs to be made the decision is that if he brot a rocket then he could Get of the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-6367250407687029042?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6367250407687029042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=6367250407687029042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6367250407687029042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6367250407687029042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/skydiver-by-jacob.html' title='a skydiver -- by Jacob'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-8901547903847618981</id><published>2008-01-23T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:29:49.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliea is sick -- by Julene</title><content type='html'>Once there was a girl named Juliea.  She was at the playground with her friends.  When Juliea fell and her throad started too hurt she started to cry.  Then Juliea and her mom had to drive all the way home when they got home Juliea had a bowl of chicken noodle soup and layed on the couch watching cartoons on T.V. and she took a nap.  The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-8901547903847618981?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8901547903847618981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=8901547903847618981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8901547903847618981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8901547903847618981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/juliea-is-sick-by-julene.html' title='Juliea is sick -- by Julene'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-5274798707499963103</id><published>2008-01-23T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:28:23.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander's January Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day there was a teacher on vacation.  His name was Mr. Evens.  It was very hot and he didn't have lunch.  He didn't have enough monney for it.  He went to a little place with food.  Food was three dollers.  He used his monney to go to the beach.  He had one doller.  Then he saw another place with food.  It was free food.  Now he could have food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-5274798707499963103?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5274798707499963103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=5274798707499963103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5274798707499963103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5274798707499963103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/alexanders-january-story.html' title='Alexander&apos;s January Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2010528938786623141</id><published>2008-01-23T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:26:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob the garbage man -- by Matt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bob the garbage man went to panet mars.  He Found a alien's home werk.  He went to the alien school an gave it dack.  He gave it back and all the all the aliens cheerd.  the End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2010528938786623141?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2010528938786623141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2010528938786623141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2010528938786623141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2010528938786623141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/bob-garbage-man-by-matt.html' title='Bob the garbage man -- by Matt'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7447024054873663648</id><published>2008-01-23T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:25:22.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. B and the larg forest -- by Erin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;One bay Mr. B was taking his gym class on a campping trip.  Thay were going into a larg forest.  So thay started and then thay got lost in the larg forest.  Then a horse came by and it was angry.  So it tackled Mr. B.  So Mr. B called for help.  Then somebody saw him and helped him.  So Thay lived haply ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7447024054873663648?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7447024054873663648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7447024054873663648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7447024054873663648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7447024054873663648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/mr-b-and-larg-forest-by-erin.html' title='Mr. B and the larg forest -- by Erin'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4150263128578946230</id><published>2008-01-23T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:23:35.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby's January story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ben couled beleave that he found a alein.  When ben got home he was very very tiyerd.  When it was moring ben heard a noise down stars in the kichin.  It was that crying alein.  Then the alein took ben on the alein spaship.  Ben was so tiyerd that he fel aslep in the spaship.  When ben woc up he had some cooffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4150263128578946230?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4150263128578946230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4150263128578946230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4150263128578946230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4150263128578946230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/gabbys-january-story.html' title='Gabby&apos;s January story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4446143334767745289</id><published>2008-01-23T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:21:41.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big storm -- by Danielle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;There ones was four kids named Ben, Gune bird green, Danielle, and Kady.  Kady was a millionire.  One day Kady was takking a walk.  Sudinly a strong storm hit and Kady could not get back to her howtell.  The wind was so strong that the wind was blowing Gune bird green, Ben, and Danielle's mony rit to Kady.  Finoly the storm stoped so Kady took the mony to her howtell.  Kady lived haply ever after.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4446143334767745289?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4446143334767745289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4446143334767745289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4446143334767745289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4446143334767745289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-storm-by-danielle.html' title='The big storm -- by Danielle'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-4257654191904973660</id><published>2008-01-23T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:19:38.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olimpic swimmer Ashley -- by Brooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;There once was a girl named Ashley onday Ashley and her friend Heather went to a football stadium.  When they were there the sky started to turn blue and lots of rain fell.  Ashley and Heather trid swimming throw it but the water was to wavy but they did there best and got throw it but they livd happly ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4257654191904973660?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4257654191904973660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4257654191904973660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4257654191904973660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4257654191904973660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/olimpic-swimmer-ashley-by-brooke.html' title='The Olimpic swimmer Ashley -- by Brooke'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-1388819921762381642</id><published>2008-01-23T18:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:17:53.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' January story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day there was a pincipal when he was a kid in school he was really good in science.  The next day it was six-fourty five when we woke up he was building his place-to-place machine and he finished that day.  When it was done he tryed it out.  Mr. Farmen wanted to go to the north pole.  So he said "I wish I could go to the north pole."  Everything was shaking.  The place-to-place machine zaped!  Then cold Mr. Farmen looked outside it was full with snow!  He could barly see!  Then Mr. Farmen saw a huge castle in the distince.  Mr. Farmen walked and walked.  Then he took a step in.  It was full with elfs!  he colden't delive his eyes!  the someone in a red and white suit came over to him.  It was Santa!  He said "you boy shouldn't be here go back to your home" but Mr. Farmen said "can I stay for a night?  Santa said "yes but not for to long boy."  Mr. Farmen said "ok."  The night past.  Then Santa and his elf kiked him out.  Mr. Farmen was very cold he was in the place-to-place machine for 5 days!  When it was December 23 Mr. Farmen asked Santa if on Christmas he could go home.  Santa said "no".  "Your not goin in my sliegh!  Then after that he was thinking for a way to get out of the north pole.  The next day on the 24 Santa realized how mean he was when he said "no".  So Santa went to Mr. Farmen still thinking of a way to get out of the north pole.  Then Santa said "you can go on my sliegh back home".  Mr. Farmen said "ok".  so that night Santa brought him home and never useed the place-to-place machine again.  Then everyone lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-1388819921762381642?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1388819921762381642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=1388819921762381642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/1388819921762381642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/1388819921762381642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/chris-january-story.html' title='Chris&apos; January story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2321982482258022024</id><published>2008-01-23T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:10:58.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The stranded cheerleader!  by Alexandra</title><content type='html'>Once there was a cheerleader named Maridith.  She wishes on a star that she could go to saturn!  The next morning Maridith was on saturn!  "Wow this is cool" said Maridith.  Then there was a storm.  Then she put on her cheeleading cloths and starts to cheer!  Then she builds a house and is safe from the storm!  Then she flew back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2321982482258022024?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2321982482258022024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2321982482258022024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2321982482258022024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2321982482258022024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/stranded-cheerleader-by-alexandra.html' title='The stranded cheerleader!  by Alexandra'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4855984744153352795</id><published>2008-01-23T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:09:13.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thief at school -- by Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At a school a Thief Buckie.  He went to the cafterea.  He fighted with the lunch lady.  Buckie fighted the mony lady and took all the mony in there.  The Prinsable Mr. Gamena came to the caferterea with a Plies Offiser.  The Plies Ofiser eresed Buckie.  And lived happy ever after.  The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4855984744153352795?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4855984744153352795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4855984744153352795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4855984744153352795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4855984744153352795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/thief-at-school-by-emily.html' title='The Thief at school -- by Emily'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-3039644389946946889</id><published>2008-01-23T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:07:22.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>atak of the crocodile -- by Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day Mr. Przybyszewski the crocodile hunter went to Chuck-e-cheeses he walked in.  and he saw someone and he said look I got something importent I don't know if it is importent He said.  after that a crocodile came in Chuck-e-cheeses and the crocodile destrod Chuck-e-cheeses.  so Mr. Przybyszewski cahts the crocodile.  and the bilded a new Chuck-e-cheeses.  and the crocodile went to the Zoo.  and they lived happyly ever ater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-3039644389946946889?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3039644389946946889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=3039644389946946889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3039644389946946889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3039644389946946889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/atak-of-crocodile-by-joseph.html' title='atak of the crocodile -- by Joseph'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2735078223802063747</id><published>2008-01-23T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:04:22.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fire breathing dragon -- by Justin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One day a fire breathing dragon came to my fun birthday party.  It was a scary dragon but we didn't mind.  Sudenly something very embarrassing happened the drago burned my pants off.  The dragon felt bad so he left the birthday party.  That is the story of the fire breating dragon the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2735078223802063747?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2735078223802063747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2735078223802063747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2735078223802063747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2735078223802063747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/fire-breathing-dragon-by-justin.html' title='The fire breathing dragon -- by Justin'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-41825081041407698</id><published>2008-01-23T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:02:45.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad goast -- by Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long ago there was a goast who lived in a honded house.  The goast hurt a cat named JuJu.  Also JuJu was bleeding hard becaus the goast pushed JuJu into a sharp candel holder.  JuJu was crying on the couch.  So the goast said sorry and pached the cat up.  Also they made the hontded house clean and prity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-41825081041407698?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/41825081041407698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=41825081041407698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/41825081041407698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/41825081041407698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/bad-goast-by-will.html' title='The bad goast -- by Will'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-8905782078508178278</id><published>2008-01-23T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:00:55.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keagan's January Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The froshis bear wans to give up on math class.  But Mrs. bear hept uot frashis bear at Math class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-8905782078508178278?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8905782078508178278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=8905782078508178278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8905782078508178278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8905782078508178278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/keagans-january-story.html' title='Keagan&apos;s January Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2768685273943036434</id><published>2007-12-15T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:22:28.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chris' December Story</title><content type='html'>Tom, Michael, Nicole were in a messy kichin making choclate cup-cakes.  When the cup-cakes were done they took a bite.  It was to hard.  They did not know what to do.  Then smart Michael knew what happend.  They forgot the baking soda!  Then helpful Tom and Nicole made them again and made shur that they put in baking soda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2768685273943036434?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2768685273943036434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2768685273943036434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2768685273943036434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2768685273943036434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/chris-december-story.html' title='Chris&apos; December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-8559362818458980778</id><published>2007-12-15T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:20:54.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa's December Story</title><content type='html'>Aloin was 7 and Ryan was 8.  Aloin was playing with Ryan.  They were playing baseball and they broke the widond.  When mom came out she was mad.  then dad come out.  He wated to hlap so he fixed it with his tools and the widond was fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-8559362818458980778?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8559362818458980778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=8559362818458980778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8559362818458980778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8559362818458980778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/alyssas-december-story.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-6434913016295474018</id><published>2007-12-15T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:19:23.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julene's December Story</title><content type='html'>Kendall, Max and Amy all are 7 years old Their all friends.  They went to the June fair very late.  because they had too eat lunch.  The June fair is closing soon and they just got their.  All the tents that had clowns in them were full.  They had to go on toddler rides.  So they all went home.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-6434913016295474018?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6434913016295474018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=6434913016295474018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6434913016295474018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6434913016295474018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/julenes-december-story.html' title='Julene&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-5228947515436591358</id><published>2007-12-15T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:17:59.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander's December Story</title><content type='html'>Fred and his mom were at the table.  Fred's dad was making soup.  Fred and his mom were very hungry.  Dad wasn't looking when he turned the stove too hot.  Fred and his mom saw the soup.  The soup bubled up too big.  Fred's dad did not see it.  He opened his eyes.  He saw the soup.  He let it setlle down.  The soup was throun away and tryed it again and put the stove warm, not hot.  That ate that soup.  The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-5228947515436591358?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5228947515436591358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=5228947515436591358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5228947515436591358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5228947515436591358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/alexanders-december-story.html' title='Alexander&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-3038661069786823475</id><published>2007-12-15T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:15:51.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph's December Story</title><content type='html'>Sara slept in a dark scary room.  Sara saw a monster under her bed.  Sara is so scard that the monster will eat her.  Now Sara can't sleep in the middle of the night.  Sara turned on her light.  it was Sara's big brother the whole time.  Sara's big bother did a scary prank&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-3038661069786823475?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3038661069786823475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=3038661069786823475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3038661069786823475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3038661069786823475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/josephs-december-story.html' title='Joseph&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-954551601941694582</id><published>2007-12-15T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:14:42.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara's December Story</title><content type='html'>One day there were to kids.  There name were Kate and stevin.  One day they were playing basball.  Stevin hit the window with the bat.  they said oh no the window was berokin.  we got to get tols to ficse the window or we get in tarabl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-954551601941694582?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/954551601941694582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=954551601941694582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/954551601941694582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/954551601941694582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/saras-december-story.html' title='Sara&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-2988713297798173274</id><published>2007-12-15T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:13:19.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's December Story</title><content type='html'>Sam and Lary are funny, nice, smart mice.  One day Sam and Lary were in a small house.  Sam said theres a trap with cheese next to you and becarefull it's a mice trap.  Lary and Sam were not hungery to eat it because they were full mice.  The end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2988713297798173274?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2988713297798173274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2988713297798173274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2988713297798173274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2988713297798173274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/aidans-december-story.html' title='Aidan&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-8614232654494355470</id><published>2007-12-15T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:12:08.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Troy and Chad were nice, 14 year old, and friendly boys.  One day Chad and his friend Troy went skate boarding on a gray side walk.  When sudenly a hand was reaching to the surface.  Could it be a scary monster aproching?  Chad said to Troy, "look over there."  Troy looked and screamed.  Troy steped on the hand and the hand didn't come back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-8614232654494355470?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8614232654494355470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=8614232654494355470' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8614232654494355470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8614232654494355470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/alexandras-december-story.html' title='Alexandra&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2327402559330017304</id><published>2007-12-15T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:10:25.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day Emma and wesley were playing out sid in the big front yard and wesley the rhino varry hungry but he could not fit in the door.  So when wesley needed something to eat.  Emma bought some choclate candy outside in the big front yard.  Emma was going to get more food for Wesley the rhino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2327402559330017304?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2327402559330017304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2327402559330017304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2327402559330017304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2327402559330017304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/sarahs-december-story.html' title='Sarah&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-5155645412924726091</id><published>2007-12-15T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:08:55.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day a girl named Madasin went out side in her big front yard.  Madasin is eight years old and she's a second grader.  She's also a nice girl.  When she went outside she saw a robins egg on the ground.  It was a white egg to.  Madasin went near the robins egg to put it back in the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-5155645412924726091?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5155645412924726091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=5155645412924726091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5155645412924726091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5155645412924726091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/brookes-december-story.html' title='Brooke&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-1466760414331756437</id><published>2007-12-15T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:07:31.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bob, Bobby and Mrs. Shirtson were going to have dinner when they smelled a horible smell.  They were in the kitchin when that happened.  Their eyes widined!  It was overcooked spintch again from Bob, Bobby's dad.  It was puffy and very smelly.  They looked at it.  It was green.  They were loseing there apitites.  Bob put some on there plates Bobby and Mrs. Shirtson felt like throwing up.  They ate it any way because they did not want to hurt Bob's fellings and tunned out that they like it.  That is the story of the overcooked spinich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-1466760414331756437?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1466760414331756437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=1466760414331756437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/1466760414331756437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/1466760414331756437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/justins-december-story.html' title='Justin&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-6807577329727149387</id><published>2007-12-15T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:04:49.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the big wood there were two tall kids named Tom and Timme.  Tom is smart and Timme is scared.  They are stuck in the wood in the small tent.  A tall man comes to help Tom and Timme out of the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-6807577329727149387?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6807577329727149387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=6807577329727149387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6807577329727149387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6807577329727149387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/emilys-december-story.html' title='Emily&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7861754491033805197</id><published>2007-12-15T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:03:41.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day their was a girl name Loosy wos 9 yers old.  One day the big egg fell out of the tree and cracked.  Loosy is going to tape the egg and get it back in the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7861754491033805197?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7861754491033805197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7861754491033805197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7861754491033805197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7861754491033805197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/matts-december-story.html' title='Matt&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-6849391965133843742</id><published>2007-12-15T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:02:32.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day, there was a little family and there names were Loosy, Dad, and Mom.  They were on a long vakation to Africa.  On the way Loosy found a sick rhino on the ground.  She called her mom and dad and brang the sick rhino inside.  They tryed some medicen but that didnt help.  Then they brought him to the vet and he was all better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-6849391965133843742?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6849391965133843742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=6849391965133843742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6849391965133843742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/6849391965133843742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/wills-december-story.html' title='Will&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-758585089757352736</id><published>2007-12-15T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:00:33.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One day there was two boys they were kamping out side in the woods.  That nit Tim herd a nois. mike herd Goblin kome owt of the boshis.  he went over to the food it was by the fier puhed the Goblin in to the fir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-758585089757352736?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/758585089757352736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=758585089757352736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/758585089757352736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/758585089757352736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/gregs-december-story.html' title='Greg&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2361848507615413522</id><published>2007-12-15T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:57:12.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Onen upon a time there was three kind eight year old kids named Cam, Bobby and Jary.  Cam liked to cook.  So did Bobby bat Jary was smart.  Cam and Bobby played baskitball but Jary liked science.  One day Cam could not find her baskitball and Bobbys baskitball wasint blown up yet.  The next day Cam found her baskitball and Bobbys baskitball got blown up.  So Cam and Bobby played baskitball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2361848507615413522?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2361848507615413522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2361848507615413522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2361848507615413522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2361848507615413522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/danielles-december-story.html' title='Danielle&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2050788248092259812</id><published>2007-12-15T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:54:38.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keagan's December Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;one day in wacy city Bill met sewer gator but sewer gator was stuk.  good thing Bill had a wrench.  rtt!  rtt! rtt! rrrrrrrrtt!  sewer gator was out.  He had a white shirt and said jaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2050788248092259812?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2050788248092259812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2050788248092259812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2050788248092259812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2050788248092259812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/keagans-december-story.html' title='Keagan&apos;s December Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7600482744762059632</id><published>2007-11-05T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:20:26.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin's Story</title><content type='html'>Allison couldn’t jump rope.  One day Allison got a jump rope but she couldn’t do it.  But Rose could.  She kept trying and trying but she just couldn’t do it.  So she went to Rose’s house.  But Rose wasn’t home.  So she went back to her house.  But she was locked out of the house.  So she went back to Rose’s house and Rose was home.  So she said, “Can you,” and she said, “Sure.”  So they started and she was doing it and Rose said, “Go, go, go!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7600482744762059632?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7600482744762059632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7600482744762059632' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7600482744762059632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7600482744762059632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/erins-story.html' title='Erin&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-551751648149055636</id><published>2007-11-05T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:20:00.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julene's Story</title><content type='html'>Once there were three little girls.  Their names were Julene, Brooke and Alexandra and at recess time they couldn’t find something to do.  Then they found out what to do.   They all played on the bars at recess time.  Then they all played at recess time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-551751648149055636?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/551751648149055636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=551751648149055636' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/551751648149055636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/551751648149055636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/julenes-story.html' title='Julene&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7317310499485143034</id><published>2007-11-05T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:19:34.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aidan's Story</title><content type='html'>Aidan and Hannah were watching my brother on the swing and my brother fell off the swing and we took him to the doctor and my brother was feeling all better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7317310499485143034?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7317310499485143034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7317310499485143034' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7317310499485143034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7317310499485143034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/aidans-story.html' title='Aidan&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-668339121360356179</id><published>2007-11-05T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:19:01.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brees' Story</title><content type='html'>I wanted to play football but Greg and Alex wanted to play baseball.  Then me, Alex and Greg played football first.  Then me, Alex and Greg played baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-668339121360356179?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/668339121360356179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=668339121360356179' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/668339121360356179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/668339121360356179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/brees-story.html' title='Brees&apos; Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-2363791935115990278</id><published>2007-11-05T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:18:34.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandra's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time five girls were playing outside.  When Alicia was on the rings she fell off and broke her arm.  She had to go to the doctor.  The doctor took care of her and she was better in a weekend.  They lived happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-2363791935115990278?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2363791935115990278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=2363791935115990278' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2363791935115990278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/2363791935115990278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/alexandras-story.html' title='Alexandra&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4821770410946445966</id><published>2007-11-05T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:18:01.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a mom bat named Sue.  The mom bat had tiny baby bats named Chris, Brooke and William.  One day there was a new owl in the forest named Brak.  Brak was mean.  He tried to eat them and the mom bat protected them.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4821770410946445966?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4821770410946445966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4821770410946445966' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4821770410946445966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4821770410946445966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/wills-story.html' title='Will&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7574362542968834908</id><published>2007-11-05T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:17:17.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander's Story</title><content type='html'>Alex was happy about Halloween but his costume for school had a mask.  We cannot have masks at school.  His friends were happy too.  His friends are Brees, Justin and JoJo.  Alex figured out what to do.  Take the mask off.  And he did.  Now he was happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7574362542968834908?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7574362542968834908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7574362542968834908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7574362542968834908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7574362542968834908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/alexanders-story.html' title='Alexander&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-3497604567480866800</id><published>2007-11-05T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:16:42.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time Justin went to a hockey game in Ithaca.  We were losing six to nothing.  Then we scored six more.  There was three seconds left in the game.  Then we scored one more.  Then we won the game.  After that we got our trophies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-3497604567480866800?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3497604567480866800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=3497604567480866800' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3497604567480866800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3497604567480866800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/justins-story.html' title='Justin&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7326841294102335530</id><published>2007-11-05T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:16:14.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa's Story</title><content type='html'>When my mom lived in a apartment she had a cat name Emmy.  And she climbed on the roof of the apartment so my mom called my dad and my dad got Emmy down and Emmy was scared and my mom was so happy and Emmy never did it again and they lived happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7326841294102335530?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7326841294102335530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7326841294102335530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7326841294102335530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7326841294102335530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/alyssas-story.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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-9098251919448614434.post-8643152829804272431</id><published>2007-11-05T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:15:41.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was two boys and their names were JJ AJ and they got a dog and a cat and a bird.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-8643152829804272431?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8643152829804272431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=8643152829804272431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8643152829804272431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/8643152829804272431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/sarahs-story.html' title='Sarah&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-1880113160767872567</id><published>2007-11-05T21:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:15:18.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt's Story</title><content type='html'>Nick and Matt.  Outside.  Matt can’t play soccer and Nick can.  Matt went to the soccer field to practice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-1880113160767872567?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1880113160767872567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=1880113160767872567' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/1880113160767872567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/1880113160767872567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/matts-story.html' title='Matt&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4793983269919781335</id><published>2007-11-05T21:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:14:41.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara's Story</title><content type='html'>Once there was a pumpkin and a girl named Kated.  Kated was so excited because it was Halloween, but she did not no what to be for Halloween.  Then her mom came in her room.  She said, “What do you want to be for Halloween?”  “I don’t know.”  “Well, you can be anything.  Honey, you can be a butterfly, a cat, a little dog, an astronaut.”  “Well I don’t want to be any of those.  I want to be a cheerleader.”  So she ran out the door.  The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4793983269919781335?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4793983269919781335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4793983269919781335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4793983269919781335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4793983269919781335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/saras-story.html' title='Sara&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-5302393563696214905</id><published>2007-11-05T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:14:12.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Danielle's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a boy named David, a girl named Danielle and a dog named Baltoe.  Danielle was playing in the garden.  Baltoe ran away.  When Danielle looked up, Baltoe was gone.  Suddenly Danielle started to cry.  David heard Danielle.  Suddenly David heard a bark!  David ran to Danielle and scooped her up and off they went.  Suddenly Danielle saw Baltoe.  She slid out of David’s arms and she ran and picked Baltoe up.  Ever since that day, Baltoe never ran away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-5302393563696214905?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5302393563696214905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=5302393563696214905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5302393563696214905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5302393563696214905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/danielles-story.html' title='Danielle&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-3333371821334515443</id><published>2007-11-05T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:13:31.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooke's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was three girls named Brook, Cade, Hannah.  One day they were at a school.  Hannah said, “It’s dark but we are going to go home now.”  Then we went home and went to bed.  The next morning they played together and went on the playground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-3333371821334515443?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3333371821334515443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=3333371821334515443' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3333371821334515443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3333371821334515443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/brookes-story.html' title='Brooke&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-3076678458170866699</id><published>2007-11-05T21:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:13:01.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalen's Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were three girls that are friends.  Then they got in a fight.  Then they went back to school.  Then Kim and Kat and Kalen said they were sorry.  Then they became friends again.  They they lived happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-3076678458170866699?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3076678458170866699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=3076678458170866699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3076678458170866699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/3076678458170866699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/kalens-story.html' title='Kalen&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-5033576352563213235</id><published>2007-11-05T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:12:36.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabby's Story</title><content type='html'>When Alyssa and Alexis were friends again they fought again because they were fighting over their favorite book and then they were friends again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-5033576352563213235?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5033576352563213235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=5033576352563213235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5033576352563213235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/5033576352563213235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/gabbys-story.html' title='Gabby&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7623526205653713372</id><published>2007-11-05T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:12:02.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joseph's Story</title><content type='html'>One day me and Brees and Will were lost so we kept on going until they came to a pond.  They couldn’t get across so I said, “Let’s swim across.”  So Will said, “No.”  So I said, “Let’s get lilypads.”  So I found 15 lilypads.  I put them on and we got across and I went and we went through the jungle to get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7623526205653713372?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7623526205653713372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7623526205653713372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7623526205653713372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7623526205653713372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/josephs-story.html' title='Joseph&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4507598856390807932</id><published>2007-11-05T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:54:07.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's Story</title><content type='html'>Sara was swinging. Emma pushed Sara off the swing. Sara was very mad at Emma. So Emma said sorry to Sara. Sara said, “It’s okay, Emma.” So they played nice together. So Emma will not push Sara off the swing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-4507598856390807932?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4507598856390807932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=4507598856390807932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4507598856390807932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/4507598856390807932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/emilys-story.html' title='Emily&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-7446609505657318247</id><published>2007-11-05T15:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:30:33.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keagan's Story</title><content type='html'>Keagan really wanted a dog.  So did Olivia, Mom and Dad.  We all wanted a dog.  They got a dog from Lollipop Farm.  They got a dog named Callie.  She was free except for her shots.  Keagan and Callie loved it.  If you go to Keagan’s house, make sure you pet Keagan’s dog, Callie, unless you are allergic to dogs or fur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9098251919448614434-7446609505657318247?l=mrsbjblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7446609505657318247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9098251919448614434&amp;postID=7446609505657318247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7446609505657318247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9098251919448614434/posts/default/7446609505657318247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsbjblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/keagans-story.html' title='Keagan&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Mrs. Bjarnar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01056611255238117399</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098251919448614434.post-4678032482841423429</id><published>2007-11-05T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:28:58.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg's Story</title><content type='html'>Once there was four boys, but they didn’t like each other.  So they thought of a plan.  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