wombat
LONG AGO, DEEP IN THE OUTBACK OF AUSTRALIA, LIVED A LAZY WOMBAT WITH A LONG FLUFFY TAIL. HE LIVED NEAR A DAM WITH A PLATYPUS IN IT AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER LIVED A QUIET DINGO.IT WAS A WARM BUT OVERCAST DAY AS THE WOMBAT SLOWLY TRUDGED THROUGH THE DEAD GRASS, SNAPPING IT INTO SHORT HAY BITS. FINALLY HE GOT TO A TREE WITH COMPLICATED BRANCHES WITH SMALL THIN LEAVES ON IT. THE WOMBAT FLOPPED DOWN, "OUCH!" HE SQUEALED. HE STOOD UP AND SAT DOWN AGAIN "OUCH" HE SQUEAKED. LUCKILY HIS FRIEND THE KOOKABURRA WAS UP IN THE TREE. WOMBAT ASKED IF THE KOKABURRA COULD SEE WHAT WAS IN HIS TAIL.“A PRICKLE” HE SAID.“COULD YOU GET IT OUT?” PLEADED THE WOMBAT.“NO!” REPLIED THE KOOKABURRA.“WHY NOT?” QUESTIONED THE WOMBAT.KOOKABURRA SIGHED. “BECAUSE IM ALWAYS DOING THINGS FOR YOU, AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE! AND YOU NEVER SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU SO NO, DO IT YOURSELF”“FINE!” YELLED THE WOMBAT.SO HE TRIED AND HE TRIED BUT HE COULDN’T PULL IT OUT. HE WENT TO HIS FRIENDS BUT THEY SAID THE SAME THING, “IM ALWAYS DOING THINGS FOR YOU, AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE! AND YOU NEVER SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU SO NO, DO IT YOURSELF” ALL EXCEPT THE PLATYPUS OF COURSE, HE OFFERED TO HELP BUT WOMBAT SAID “NO, YOU WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SO THE PLATYPUS SWAM OFF IN A HUFF.As the wombat slunk back through the grass, he cried but thought, “Who else will help, lm sure I’ve asked everybody”. He sighed heavily. He had been walking all day, it was thirsty work. So he waddled over to the stream, took a mouthful, a heard something coming from the bushes. All was silent for a couple of long seconds and then……Out pounced the dingo, he was looking for breakfast. “That’s it!” thought the wombat. “The Dingo!” “Wait, wait! Could you help me?” the wombat yelled at the top of his voice. The dingo froze in his stride and thought, “he could make a good breakfast”. So he swiftly ran to the edge of the river where the wombat stood. “Could you pull the prickle out of my tail?” pleaded the wombat. "Sure, it would be my pleasure" the dingo replied slyly.
The dingo combed is sharp teeth through the wombats tail untilhe reached the end where he sunk his sharp teeth into the wombats soft flesh. "Ahhh!!!" sreamed the wombat. "help me! please, please help meThe platypus gasped in shock, flopped over to the wombat, and slapped the dingos nose. the dingo abruptedly ripped off the tail in pain. he sprinted away and kept away from all of the animals on the other side of the dam, especially the wombat and the platypus. from then on, the wombat always used his manners.
SORRY THE STORY IS HALF a (LOWERCASE) AND HALF A (CAPITAL)
LONG AGO, DEEP IN THE OUTBACK OF AUSTRALIA, LIVED A LAZY WOMBAT WITH A LONG FLUFFY TAIL. HE LIVED NEAR A DAM WITH A PLATYPUS IN IT AND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER LIVED A QUIET DINGO.IT WAS A WARM BUT OVERCAST DAY AS THE WOMBAT SLOWLY TRUDGED THROUGH THE DEAD GRASS, SNAPPING IT INTO SHORT HAY BITS. FINALLY HE GOT TO A TREE WITH COMPLICATED BRANCHES WITH SMALL THIN LEAVES ON IT. THE WOMBAT FLOPPED DOWN, "OUCH!" HE SQUEALED. HE STOOD UP AND SAT DOWN AGAIN "OUCH" HE SQUEAKED. LUCKILY HIS FRIEND THE KOOKABURRA WAS UP IN THE TREE. WOMBAT ASKED IF THE KOKABURRA COULD SEE WHAT WAS IN HIS TAIL.“A PRICKLE” HE SAID.“COULD YOU GET IT OUT?” PLEADED THE WOMBAT.“NO!” REPLIED THE KOOKABURRA.“WHY NOT?” QUESTIONED THE WOMBAT.KOOKABURRA SIGHED. “BECAUSE IM ALWAYS DOING THINGS FOR YOU, AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE! AND YOU NEVER SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU SO NO, DO IT YOURSELF”“FINE!” YELLED THE WOMBAT.SO HE TRIED AND HE TRIED BUT HE COULDN’T PULL IT OUT. HE WENT TO HIS FRIENDS BUT THEY SAID THE SAME THING, “IM ALWAYS DOING THINGS FOR YOU, AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE! AND YOU NEVER SAY PLEASE AND THANK YOU SO NO, DO IT YOURSELF” ALL EXCEPT THE PLATYPUS OF COURSE, HE OFFERED TO HELP BUT WOMBAT SAID “NO, YOU WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SO THE PLATYPUS SWAM OFF IN A HUFF.As the wombat slunk back through the grass, he cried but thought, “Who else will help, lm sure I’ve asked everybody”. He sighed heavily. He had been walking all day, it was thirsty work. So he waddled over to the stream, took a mouthful, a heard something coming from the bushes. All was silent for a couple of long seconds and then……Out pounced the dingo, he was looking for breakfast. “That’s it!” thought the wombat. “The Dingo!” “Wait, wait! Could you help me?” the wombat yelled at the top of his voice. The dingo froze in his stride and thought, “he could make a good breakfast”. So he swiftly ran to the edge of the river where the wombat stood. “Could you pull the prickle out of my tail?” pleaded the wombat. "Sure, it would be my pleasure" the dingo replied slyly.
The dingo combed is sharp teeth through the wombats tail untilhe reached the end where he sunk his sharp teeth into the wombats soft flesh. "Ahhh!!!" sreamed the wombat. "help me! please, please help meThe platypus gasped in shock, flopped over to the wombat, and slapped the dingos nose. the dingo abruptedly ripped off the tail in pain. he sprinted away and kept away from all of the animals on the other side of the dam, especially the wombat and the platypus. from then on, the wombat always used his manners.
SORRY THE STORY IS HALF a (LOWERCASE) AND HALF A (CAPITAL)
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written by IMAROOM5IAN when she was a YEAR5IAN
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I commented before but it obviously didn't how up...
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