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Group Project

 


 

Working together using this wiki

 

 

Think of this wiki as a shared online whiteboard. Your entire group can share information using this wiki, making your research accessible to everyone. Play around with this wiki: Notice how you can add comments to a page, see what people have changed, and edit all the text.

 

Group members

 

  •   Maxime
  • Keonhee
  • Catherine p.

 

 

Sources

 

  1. Source 1
  2. Source 2
  3. Source 3
  4. Source 4

 

 

 The sun shone apon George Small's greyish, brown fur coat. He scurried among the enormous, shady green blades of grass. Sweating heavily, George kept heaving the burgandy red rose petal, for his bed, to his home which lay between the tall, protective ferns. After dragging about three beautiful petals to his shelter, Geroge decided to take a dip in the cool, blue lake. On his journey to the pool of water, George brought along a sweet, vanilla leaf to dry of . Finally, George came upon the lake but just when he was about to dip his foot in to test the temperature of the water, a hissing sound erupted from the bushes. George's worst nightmare had discovered him. The highly poisonous cobra snake slithered towards him. George spun around looking straight into the deadly eyes of the preditor. Knowing his fate did not look so good. In moments, the whole world changed. Waves in the distance started to appear. They crashed against the sturdy, wood dock, then broke into millions of water droplets only to fall back to the lake. George had never been so frightened before in his like. The fact that snakes eat mice wasn't calming him either. Geroge's large, glassy eyes peered through the single whole in the vanilla leaf he was hidding behind, noticing the snake slithering closer and closer. George trembeled, his heart beating, his baled tail flickering about, his whole body was shivering. The sky whirled different bluish hues and the sun had been kiddnapped and been set behind balck puffs in the sky. George said his prayers, hoping there might be one chance he would be saved, and at that thought, he was. George's loyal friend, mother monkey swooped up the snake and wrapped it on a branch of her tree she slept in.

"I'll keep an eye on him dear," said mother monkey. George thanked mother monkey greatly for saving his life, she was always there to help one in need. He thought that some day he should repay her somehow. The sky turned a from dark and cloudy to a light blue and the waves vanished into thin air. George ran back to his shelter to hide from what ever other dangers of the day. Being a mouse was sure a hard job.

 

 

 

Meetings

 

 

When should we meet?

Who When I can meet
   
   
   
   

 

Drafts

  The sun shone apon George Small's greyish, brown fur coat. He scurried among the enormous, shady green blades of grass. Sweating heavily, George kept heaving the burgandy red rose petal, for his bed, to his home which lay between the tall, protective ferns. After dragging about three beautiful petals to his shelter, Geroge decided to take a dip in the cool, blue lake just a minute's walk away. On his journey to the pool of water, George brought along a sweet, vanilla leaf to dry of with afterwards. Finally, George came upon the lake but just when he was about to dip his foot in to test the temperature of the water, a hissing sound erupted from the bushes. George's worst nightmare had discovered him. The highly poisonous cobra snake slithered towards him. George spun around looking straight into the deadly eyes of the preditor. Knowing his fate did not look so good. In moments, the whole world changed. Waves in the distance started to appear. They crashed against the sturdy, wood dock, then broke into millions of water droplets only to fall back to the lake. George had never been so frightened before in his like. The fact that snakes eat mice wasn't calming him either. Geroge's large, glassy eyes peered through the single whole in the vanilla leaf he was hidding behind, noticing the snake slithering closer and closer. George trembeled, his heart beating, his baled tail flickering about, his whole body was shivering. The sky whirled different bluish hues and the sun had been kiddnapped and been set behind balck puffs in the sky. George said his prayers, hoping there might be one chance he would be saved, and at that thought, he was. George's loyal friend, mother monkey swooped up the snake and wrapped it on a branch of her tree she slept in.

"I'll keep an eye on him dear," said mother monkey. George thanked mother monkey greatly for saving his life, she was always there to help one in need. He thought that some day he should repay her somehow. The sky turned a from dark and cloudy to a light blue and the waves vanished into thin air. George ran back to his shelter to hide from what ever other dangers of the day. Being a mouse was sure a hard job. 

Commenting

 

Stories show something happening, they don't tell about it.

 

Some suggestions for your comments:

 

"he bolted in a panic".......can become......"nostrils flaring, hackles spiked, teeth bared, eyes starting...."

 

"he felt nervous".........can become.............."his heart thumped like a hammer...he felt jumpy and twisted up inside....a thousand drummers were pounding away on his head..."

 

He snapped his long tail angrily.........can become..............."raising his muzzle and bearing his teeth, he snapped his long tail.."

 

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