<?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-3468295844723610136</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:20:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creative keaton</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468295844723610136.post-8276117977809557977</id><published>2008-09-15T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:23:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eight Pets</title><content type='html'>I've had eight pets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first pet was Daisy.  A dog.  My mom and dad had that dog when I was still in my mom's tummy.  She died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next pets were Ty, Puddles, and Lucy.  Lucy was a mean dog.  Ty and Puddles were pretty much okay.  Ty and Puddles were once my Grammy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poohpa's&lt;/span&gt; dogs.  We got Lucy from my friend Drew.  Ty ran away and died, so did Puddles.  They were really old.  And Lucy died, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next pet was Einstein.  A turtle.  We got Einstein from our school's pond.  He was a little and nice turtle.  But, then, we were going to Nanny's house and we stopped at the creek and let him go free.  Bye Bye, Einstein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next three pets are Ozzie, Indiana Jones, and Luke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skywalker&lt;/span&gt;.  We still have them today.  Luke and Indiana are cats.  And Ozzie is a dog.  Ozzie will just pound ya.  Luke ran away to find a girlfriend.  Indiana climbs trees really like Indiana Jones and is not afraid of water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and put a picture of them on here tomorrow.  Right now I have to go to bed.  Bye for a little while.  See you tomorrow with pictures.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468295844723610136-8276117977809557977?l=creativek-g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/8276117977809557977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468295844723610136&amp;postID=8276117977809557977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/8276117977809557977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/8276117977809557977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/2008/09/eight-pets.html' title='The Eight Pets'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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-3468295844723610136.post-2177990025989198494</id><published>2008-08-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:24:52.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duck Who Lost His Quack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once there was a duck who was playing soccer with a word pretending that it was his ball. The word was &lt;em&gt;QUACK&lt;/em&gt;. Whenever he was playing with his &lt;em&gt;QUACK&lt;/em&gt; word it went into the air and broke. The letters were all over the farm! So, the duck went out to look for them. He asked his friends if they knew where the letters were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he went to ask his friend pig if he knew where one of his letters was. Pig said, "Yes. One popped right into my pen. Here's the letter &lt;em&gt;Q," &lt;/em&gt;and he handed it to the duck. And duck said, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he went to go ask his friend horse if he knew where one of his letters was. Horse said, "Yes. One landed right in the barn. Here's the letter &lt;em&gt;U,&lt;/em&gt;" and he handed it to the duck. And duck said, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, duck took a visit to mother hen. Duck asked if she knew where one of his letters was. Mother Hen said, "Yes. One flew right into the hen house. Here's the letter &lt;em&gt;A," &lt;/em&gt;and she handed it to the duck. And duck said, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then duck asked his friend billy goat if he knew where one of the letters was. Billy goat said, "Yes. One rolled straight into one of my tin cans. Here's the letter &lt;em&gt;C,"&lt;/em&gt; and he handed it to the duck. And duck said, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck only had one more letter left. He wondered where it was. So he went to ask his friend the cow. "Cow, have you seen one of my letters?" And cow said, "Yes. A&lt;em&gt; K &lt;/em&gt;bounced right on my back while I was eating in the pasture. Here it is," and he handed it to the duck. And duck said, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, duck found all his letters! He put them one, two, three, four, five altogether and got his soccer word ball back. He was so happy! He called all five of his friends over to play a game of soccer with the word &lt;em&gt;QUACK. &lt;/em&gt;And then their farmer came in and fainted when he saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468295844723610136-2177990025989198494?l=creativek-g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/2177990025989198494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468295844723610136&amp;postID=2177990025989198494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/2177990025989198494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/2177990025989198494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/2008/08/once-there-was-duck-who-was-playing.html' title='The Duck Who Lost His Quack'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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-3468295844723610136.post-8078549084106149190</id><published>2008-07-24T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:47:48.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>K'NEX</title><content type='html'>Masterpieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226620475260053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SIivoWOoqZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OMb-DzPzJRY/s320/knex+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Keaton and his "Robot Fighter"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226620491107980306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SIivpRRE1BI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X6DLtosrY04/s320/knex+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan and a really cool car...that he rebuilt twice before the picture could be taken!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226620478461329586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SIivoiJ4QLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qzcbAdkugnU/s320/knex+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sawyer and a...uh...really cool contraption!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226620489548950018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SIivpLdX6gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GumYwSS9Gfo/s320/knex+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tate and his "mu-ching" -- he said it didn't work if you connected the four peices together, so he left them separate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468295844723610136-8078549084106149190?l=creativek-g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/8078549084106149190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468295844723610136&amp;postID=8078549084106149190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/8078549084106149190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/8078549084106149190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/2008/07/knex.html' title='K&apos;NEX'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SIivoWOoqZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OMb-DzPzJRY/s72-c/knex+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468295844723610136.post-2325882396580483956</id><published>2008-07-14T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:22:28.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Saver</title><content type='html'>Once there was a man who cared about animals.  He had some animal friends.  There was a big dog named Henry, a hare named Rocky, a squirrel named Elmer, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meerkat&lt;/span&gt; named Dylan, a rat named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rasie&lt;/span&gt; Ruth, a monkey named John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Swingtest&lt;/span&gt;, a giraffe named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Longneck&lt;/span&gt;, a rhino named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt;, and a pelican named Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three kids that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; named Luke, Zack, and Tom.  They always hung out with the animals.  They always played sports, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exercised&lt;/span&gt;, and played lots of games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a guy came and robbed Henry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt;, and Nick.  And then at the place where he took them he put these hats on them.  And then all three of them turned kind of evil and went to destroy the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt; tried to destroy them.  But, when he got over there, Luke jumped up and scooped the hat off.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt; stopped and he turned back good.  Then, Nick tried to destroy them next.  But right when he was about to scoop Zack up, Zack jumped in his mouth and then jumped on his head, got the hat and Nick turned back good.  So, they flew back safely.  Then Henry tried to destroy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt;.  But Tom ducked down and tripped him.  Whenever he fell, he caught him and the hat rolled off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They knew that that guy was evil.  The guy came back and stole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rasie&lt;/span&gt; Ruth.  So they ran after him.  Tom jumped on John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Swingtest&lt;/span&gt; while he was swinging on the vines. Luke hopped on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt; and Zack jumped on Nick.  They all went after them.  But right when they got there the bad guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;turned&lt;/span&gt; on his shield.  They all bumped into it.  Tom fell off John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Swingtest&lt;/span&gt;, Zack fell off Nick and fell onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt; with Luke.  Then they both landed on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Longneck&lt;/span&gt; and slid down his neck safely.  They were all okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night they all got an idea.  They all thought that Dylan could dig a hole under the shield.  So, it worked.  They were inside the shield.  They dodged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;.  And then all the animals got stuck in traps.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt; got his nose stuck in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;electric&lt;/span&gt; fence. Nick got bonked on the head with a coconut.  Henry got his tail stuck in a string.  Elmer got trapped in a cage because he saw a nut in there.  Dylan got trapped in a hole of dirt.  The walls and ground were armor, so he couldn't dig out.  John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Swingtest&lt;/span&gt; got tangled in vines.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Longneck&lt;/span&gt; got his neck stuck in the vines, too.  Rocky saw a carrot inside a cage, so he got trapped just like Elmer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Luke, Tom, and Zack all saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Rasie&lt;/span&gt; Ruth with a hat on.  So, they knocked it off.  And then, Luke got Dylan out of the hole.  Tom unhooked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ThreeHorns&lt;/span&gt;.  Zack swung on vines and got John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Swingtest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Longneck&lt;/span&gt; untangled.  Luke and Tom just got Elmer and Rocky out of the cages.  Zack cut the rope that Henry had got stuck in.  And all of them got some water and poured it on Nick so he would come awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then they all went, tied up the bad guy with the vines, and left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; had a party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468295844723610136-2325882396580483956?l=creativek-g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/2325882396580483956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468295844723610136&amp;postID=2325882396580483956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/2325882396580483956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/2325882396580483956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/2008/07/animal-saver.html' title='Animal Saver'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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-3468295844723610136.post-7324336212924083407</id><published>2008-07-10T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:40:02.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Is Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once there was a baseball team called the Yankees. Everyone on the team was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keaton -- pitcher&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHYOcAfwFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DaiWSgxOZUo/s1600-h/July+10+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221376692314969570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHYOcAfwFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DaiWSgxOZUo/s320/July+10+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sawyer -- batter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tate -- 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; batter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tanner -- 1st base&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elijah -- 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; base&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Michael -- outfield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zachary -- shortstop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will -- catcher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach -- outfield &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jordan -- outfield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kayla -- outfield &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dawson -- outfield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camille -- outfield &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moriah&lt;/span&gt; -- outfield&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walt -- outfield &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gavin -- 3rd base&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Once&lt;/span&gt; they played a game against the Cardinals. And whenever it was their turn to hit, Tate and Sawyer bounced right in. And then they each hit a ball. They both went over the fence. They were winning!! They were such awesome hitters. Whenever it was the Cardinals' turn to bat, they also hit it over the fence. Then after that, the pitcher and the others got three outs. And then when it was the Yankees turn to bat, Sawyer and Tate stepped right back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer got up to the plate. He whacked that ball! Then Tate whacked it too. When they both went over the fence, the Cardinals' ball that had gone over the fence before, bounced back in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankee's won the game! After that, they won 50 games. And then it was their game before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; last one. They played the Travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Travelers were up to bat first and they hit it three times. The bases were loaded. But the Yankees did not give up. Keaton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitched&lt;/span&gt; the ball. After he pitched it, the batter hit it, but John Michael caught it in the outfield. And then, he got the runner out. He threw it to 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and got that runner out. Then Elijah threw it to home and got that runner out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Yankees were up to bat. Sawyer hit the ball. He hit it out over the fence. He made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;home run&lt;/span&gt;!! But, something stopped him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; of the outfielders jumped over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; fence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;picked&lt;/span&gt; up the ball, and threw it to the outfielders. Then the outfielder threw it to 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, but Sawyer was already running home. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; threw it home, but Sawyer did not give up. Sawyer ran and when he got to the plate, the catcher was in front of it. Sawyer ran to the side a little and swung on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;catcher's&lt;/span&gt; arm and up on the catcher's head and jumped onto home plate! He was safe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tate was up to bat. He did the exact same thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was over. The Yankees had won the game!! Then finally it was their last game against the hardest team -- the Pirates! So whenever they began the Pirates were up to bat first. The batter hit it almost over the fence. But whenever it got right to the fence, all the Yankees' outfielders came together and stacked up as a ladder and the person on the top caught the ball. And then Keaton figured out this was a hard team to beat. So, he had the ball, he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt; it, but instead of really throwing the ball, he faked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; pitch. The Pirates' batter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;batted&lt;/span&gt; and took off running and made it almost to 3rd, but the pitcher still had the ball. So, he threw it to 3rd. That was an out! The Pirate was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the pitcher faked again to the 3rd batter on the Pirates. And then whenever he faked the pitch, the batter thought he hit the ball, so he took off to 1st. Then 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. The pitcher rolled it backwards behind him to Elijah. He got out by tagging the runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was finally the Yankees' turn. Tate came up&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHYOcfbzXfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_OVjGSAc8qE/s1600-h/July+10+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221376700619906546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHYOcfbzXfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_OVjGSAc8qE/s320/July+10+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to bat. He hit it, then the outfielder jumped for the ball, but whenever it got in his glove, it rolled out and landed over the fence. That was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;home run&lt;/span&gt; ball! Then Sawyer was up to bat. He hit it so hard on the ground that it made everyone on the field's feet on fire! And then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; through the hole in the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won the game! And they won a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468295844723610136-7324336212924083407?l=creativek-g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/7324336212924083407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468295844723610136&amp;postID=7324336212924083407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/7324336212924083407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/7324336212924083407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/2008/07/baseball-is-life.html' title='Baseball Is Life'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHYOcAfwFeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DaiWSgxOZUo/s72-c/July+10+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3468295844723610136.post-8468007064014001870</id><published>2008-07-09T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:25:52.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Golfer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHVygaei6GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eZ6hMXGhYG4/s1600-h/July+9+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221205244194777186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHVygaei6GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eZ6hMXGhYG4/s320/July+9+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once at a golf course there was a teenage boy playing golf. Hole 1, 2, and 3 he made hole in ones. He even made hole in ones on 4, 5, 6, and 7. You know what? He made 50 hole in ones over and over. When he was grown up to a grown-up, he became a golf pro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once he battled someone over fifty holes. And won a trophy. He became so good that he became so rich. So he bought his own golf course and played on it all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then, at this golf course, one time, he missed a hole in one fifty times. So he had to battle again on fifty holes. But that time he lost. It was terrible! And then somehow at night the moon shined on his face and then somehow he came back to the famous hitter. So, he hit fifty holes over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And then, he went to the man in charge of the golf course. And he said, "I'm ready for a big challenge." Then the best hitter ever came out to challenge him. His name was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ratchet&lt;/span&gt;! On the first hole, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ratchet&lt;/span&gt; accidentally hit the ball so hard that it went past the hole and went into the lake. And the golfing guy made a hole in one! He kept on making holes in one until it was the very last one. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ratchet&lt;/span&gt; came out. He hit it so hard that it went around the earth and made a hole in one. But, the famous golf pro, he came out and he did not give up. He hit the ball. It made a hole in one! And bounced out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ratchet's&lt;/span&gt; ball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the famous hitter became the PRO! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ratchet&lt;/span&gt; was back down as normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3468295844723610136-8468007064014001870?l=creativek-g.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/feeds/8468007064014001870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3468295844723610136&amp;postID=8468007064014001870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/8468007064014001870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3468295844723610136/posts/default/8468007064014001870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativek-g.blogspot.com/2008/07/golfer.html' title='The Golfer'/><author><name>keaton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18287807477817502254</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Or23gzH_Uj4/SHVygaei6GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eZ6hMXGhYG4/s72-c/July+9+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
