This is a page from one of my student's journals. Just in case you are not fluent in phonetic spelling, here's the translation:
I went to dirt biking in the bush and I ran over a squirrel and I ate it for dinner and my dad shot five more and ate the five more.
I couldn't stop laughing when I read this. I asked him if it was a true story and he told me that it happened the other day. I especially like the picture of him on the dirt bike heading for the squirrel.
Let's face it. My job is fun.
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