Bullying

If bullying was a colour,
It would be red
As red as a fire alarm.
If bullying was a taste
It would be just like eating rocks.
If bullying was a feeling
It would be as painful as a rock hitting you.
If bullying was a smell
It would be rotten as a rotten apple.
If bullying was a sound,
It would be a kid crying as a little baby.

Jericho and the bean stalk

Once upona time there was a kid named Jericho he once took his chicken to the market and then a yung man said where are you taking that fine chicken.I am taking her to the market.I shall buy her off you.How much said Jericho.How about some magic beans.plant these beans at morning and check them the next morning.When jericho woke up he saw a humoungousb beanstalk! Jericho said holly molly I might climb up that. NO! snapped mum.I want to have anventure said jericho. he climbed and thought is thre an end to this beanstalk and a few seconds later  he reached the end .Fe FI FO FUM! I smell the blood of an english man.Oh no!So Jericho started sprinting and he past a magic monkey and he spat out a golden bannana peal.So he climbed down the  beanstalk with the monkey and he showed his mum now what can he do and the family was never poor again and they lived hapily ever after.