100WC T3W4

Right now, I am devastated. My truck fell into the river and all the cars it carried along with it. Oh, hey! There’s a floating car! Maybe I could- oh, never mind. I don’t even have enough money to pay for a truck or like, 50 other cars. What should I do? I know! Earn pocket money! Why didn’t I ever think of that? The next day, I tried to have a big garage sale. Fail. Playing music? Nope. Cleaning other houses might do the trick! Wrong! I go to the attic to be all alone. “I’m hopeless,” I say.

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My Place – 1788

One peaceful morning by the big tree in the bushes, I saw Barangaroo who wore her new dingo hide dress. It was nothing compared to my dingo outfit that I hunted. Men usually do all the hunting. Anyways, back to the point. Barangaroo is a female. In camps, men are always first. And as a camp leader like me, I always follow that rule.
She hung her head, “I really miss Mung,” Barangaroo thought for a while. “ I know!” She exclaimed, “We can have a cookout, with at giant barramundi! My friend would definitely come,”.
“You just read my mind. You stay here and I’ll go fishing,”.
“You just think that you’re the big shot. That you’re better than anyone else,” Barangaroo protested.
I carefully thought through what Barangaroo had said ad nodded my head. Barangaroo scoffed.
“Fine. You and me. At a dance-off. Whoever wins, goes fishing,”.
We call acting out animals dance offs. She knew she was way better than me at that. It was’t fair, but it was the only way to do what I wanted.
I gulped nervously “Deal,”.
By midday, in front of the big tree, the dance off took place. It was Barangaroo’s turn first. She proudly preformed a wallaby, emu and a snake which the judges guessed in seconds. When it was my turn, I acted out a bird and a kangaroo but the judges stayed silent. So I did what I had to do.
“So? If you vote for me, we can all go fishing,” I said.
The judges couldn’t resist my offer.
“Yay! Burani!” said a judge.
“Burani!” said another.
“You lose, Barangaroo,” said the last.
“As the camp leader, I declare that Barangaroo stays here to look after Mung until we go fishing,” I said.
Then we all ran off to the long river until sunset.