<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8287007302755857117</id><updated>2024-09-01T23:52:17.852-07:00</updated><category term="campout"/><category term="descriptive story"/><category term="direct tv"/><category term="AP"/><category term="Ameriplan"/><category term="MP3 player accessories"/><category term="MP3 players"/><category term="My dog"/><category term="abbreviations"/><category term="abraham"/><category term="abraham sacrifices son"/><category term="anne frank"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="braces"/><category term="buying MP3 players"/><category term="chickens"/><category term="college course"/><category term="dental insurance"/><category term="dog toys"/><category term="dog treats"/><category term="fable"/><category term="gag gifts"/><category term="health benefits"/><category term="irritating things"/><category term="news"/><category term="noah"/><category term="noah&#39;s ark"/><category term="pet care"/><category term="pets"/><category term="present"/><category term="runaway imagination"/><category term="scared"/><category term="seinfeld"/><category term="siblings"/><category term="snakes"/><category term="story"/><category term="surprise"/><category term="sweet sixteen"/><category term="things that get on your nerves"/><category term="ungrateful crane"/><category term="water hose"/><category term="worms"/><title type='text'>kidbits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-438475157520264197</id><published>2012-05-03T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T19:01:04.798-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gag gifts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="present"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surprise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sweet sixteen"/><title type='text'>Sweet 16 Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I&#39;m pretty sure every girl dreams about her &quot;sweet 16&quot; and how great it&#39;s going to be. My sixteenth birthday was pretty awesome, and definitely full of surprises. My best friend stopped by my school on my birthday and dropped off a huge blown-up killer whale, with a bunch of balloons tied onto him. I got the call from the front office saying &quot;come pick up your killer whale!&quot; and I was like what in the world...? At the end of school I went to the front office, and sure enough, there was the whale. And trust me, it was huge! At lease six feet long, way taller than me! Now this wouldn&#39;t have been a problem, except that I get picked up wayyy on the other side of the parking lot. I had to walk across the entire parking lot carrying a huge inflatable beach toy with a dozen balloons dragging behind it. I&#39;m pretty sure my entire high school now thinks I&#39;m crazy. Awesome. Thanks best friend! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/438475157520264197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/438475157520264197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/438475157520264197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/438475157520264197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2012/05/sweet-16-surprise.html' title='Sweet 16 Surprise!'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL44075SloUTDuAxtszVOxjytteR376LWqVFMeX3omZDadOEtp77eTcb7TCRF3g4ykgj4XAZrxoKlnL94xuudTbQapqG00G8bZOuGrU1ASawCP218Bib_OlS8yeRl2f9pwibgLp59F3Mk3/s72-c/574956_403332913033586_100000706431964_1234750_1988881722_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-1746649845794985063</id><published>2012-05-03T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T18:48:32.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewelry Gift Ideas Make Perfect Mothers Day Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jewelry pieces make perfect&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gourmetgiftbaskets.com/&quot;&gt;Mothers Day gifts&lt;/a&gt;. There are several choices that will surely fit your budget. Jewelry is very innovative and is always accepted with joy. Moreover, you won&#39;t have problems wrapping these gifts because they are extremely easy to wrap.&lt;br /&gt;
Rings&lt;br /&gt;
There are various styles of rings. You need to know the type of metals and gems that you mom likes. You can find the ring that matches the choice of your mom. It is always a good idea to give a mother&#39;s ring to your mom if she doesn&#39;t have any, or needs a new one.&lt;br /&gt;
Pendants&lt;br /&gt;
Another class of jewelry that is normally over looked is pendants. It can set any wardrobe item beautifully. When you give a uniquely designed pendant to your mom, it can surely draw attention and your mom gets the chance to be proud in telling who gave it to her. There are many, colorful designs for pendants such as wave, teardrop, swirl or heart. They are available in most jewelry stores. Pendants given with a pair of earrings is a perfect gift.&lt;br /&gt;
Earrings&lt;br /&gt;
A pair of earrings is a lovely gift. When choosing the type of earring to give to your mom, you need to know that type of earrings that she wears. You can buy silver or gold earrings because they will match with other jewelry pieces. You can also add gems to them. You can buy either diamonds because it matches most combinations, or you can choose a stone that your mother likes the most. Moreover, consider the design of earring that your mother likes such as long dangling, studs or ones the cover the ear lobes. Lastly, size should also be a factor to consider. Not everyone can wear large, bold earrings.&lt;br /&gt;
Necklaces&lt;br /&gt;
Necklace is the most common type of jewelry gift. There is also a vast selection of necklace to choose from. There are pieces that are polished with stones and beads. Some of the well-received gifts are gold and silver chains with gem stones. There are also some jewelry shops that sell kits that allow you to make a necklace on your own. This type of gift will add value to the necklace because of your personal touch.&lt;br /&gt;
Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;
Bracelets make good Mothers Day gifts too. These jewelry pieces are often overlooked but are wonderful to receive. Charm bracelets are very common these days. In fact, most jewellers allow you to personalize the charms. There are various designs and patterns that will truly delight your mother. You can also choose those watches that come with bands, which are really bracelets.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It’s getting hard to even turn on the news channel because all you ever hear is extremely devastating news. In my opinion ignorance is turning into bliss because it was getting to the point were I couldn’t sleep at night because of all the negative images going through my head. For the most part I stick to watching sports and comedies because they always seem to help me relax and brighten up my day because there is no negative images. I should probably just embrace the fact that this world is a messed up place and choose to be informed over hiding my head in a pillow but I feel like sometimes it’s just better not knowing. Husband always tells me that it’s our civic duty to be informed with the current events of the day but I haven’t always agreed with everything he’s said. All my girlfriends seem to feel the same way, one of them even gave me some greats on how to be informed and not have to watch all the images flash across the screen she also referred me to DIRECT TV which I was also very thankful for.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6464479125907767183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/6464479125907767183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/6464479125907767183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/6464479125907767183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2011/10/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-5616538010643370174</id><published>2011-10-09T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:35:10.842-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="AP"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college course"/><title type='text'>My first AP class</title><content type='html'>This year I am taking my first AP class in high school. I knew when I signed up for it that it would be hard and take a lot of work, but it really is A LOT OF WORK!! I have to read about 20 pages of my textbook every night, and take notes on it. And the textbook is not just a normal textbook. It is an actual college textbook AKA tiny print and very few pictures. And the tests are killers!!! I have never had to study very hard for any test, and I have always made good test grades. This class is very different though. I have to start hard-core studying a week in advance and even then I only make a high C or a B. Just taking one college level course sure is making me glad that I still have two and a half years of high school left! College is still a loonnngg time away! :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5616538010643370174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/5616538010643370174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/5616538010643370174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/5616538010643370174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-ap-class.html' title='My first AP class'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-8738005499886984772</id><published>2011-07-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-12T19:36:03.316-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="direct tv"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="seinfeld"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="siblings"/><title type='text'>Bro and Me, Fighting Again</title><content type='html'>&quot;Bro and Me, Fighting Again&lt;br /&gt;
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I appreciate the guest post, Jewel Rodgers&lt;br /&gt;
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My brother and I (foolishly) decided to rent an apartment together during college and here we are, constantly fighting over the remote. We got DIRECT.TV a while back and he only wants to watch all the really sporty stuff…I came in the other day and he was watching women’s golf. Women’s Golf? Who watches that?! I, on the other hand, like to do the movies they run on FX and sometimes TBS and I love the series that replay in syndication like Seinfeld and Sex and the City. He can’t stand that kind of stuff though so we usually race each other home from class to see who gets to control the TV for the whole night – I hate losing that bet! If I do I usually end up drifting off to sleep to the soothing music of the Weather Channel or the guys on Sportscenter. I guess having Seth control the remote has done wonders for my sleeping habits – I haven’t felt more rested in years! 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There are so many types of MP3 players that sometimes it’s hard to know which one is best. In my case, I got lucky. I got my MP3 player as a Christmas gift from my grandparents. It turned out to be a really good MP3 player. Not only does it play music and show pictures and videos, but it also has voice recording as well! In fact, my MP3 player turned out to be so good that my brother also wanted one for himself, too. He wanted one so bad that my parents gave him one for his next birthday. They also gave him &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.shopping.com/sc/mp3-player-buying-guide&quot;&gt;MP3 player accessories&lt;/a&gt;, such as a charger, armband, case, and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a new MP3 player you have lots of different choices. Some of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.shopping.com/sc/mp3-player-buying-guide&quot;&gt;top MP3 players&lt;/a&gt; include the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.shopping.com/sc/mp3-player-buying-guide&quot;&gt;Apple ipod&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.shopping.com/sc/mp3-player-buying-guide&quot;&gt;Microsoft Zune&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www2.shopping.com/sc/mp3-player-buying-guide&quot;&gt;Archos MP3 players&lt;/a&gt;, and a whole lot more. With all the choices you, too, will soon be able to enjoy your new MP3 player as much as I enjoy mine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4196027090525343469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/4196027090525343469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/4196027090525343469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/4196027090525343469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mp3-player.html' title='My MP3 player'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-1138706619164546322</id><published>2008-06-25T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:18:29.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Campout-Part III</title><content type='html'>We pulled on our ponchos and understood why dad had looked so worried. The park ranger had said the storm would be on top of groups A and B. We had gone farther then we had realized and had traveled straight into the storm! We decided that the best thing to do would be to go back. So we turned around and headed back into the woods. It turned out going through the woods is much harder in a rainstorm than in the sun. We didn’t know if we would be able to find our way back. Soon we thought we had gotten lost and we were trying to figure out what to do when I spotted a granola bar wrapper on the ground. It was from my brother’s snack, and he had left it on the ground. Well, at least we knew we were going the right way.&lt;br /&gt;            Once we finally got back to the campsite the rain had stopped and we looked like we had gone swimming in our clothes! It was time for dinner so we started a campfire and my mom cooked a delicious soup over the fire, which I enjoyed eating with warm clothes on and a blanket around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;            That night, as we sat around the fire talking about the adventure we had that day I gazed up at the smoke rising into the dark, night sky and felt the heat of the fire on my face and I wondered what would happen the next day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1138706619164546322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/1138706619164546322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/1138706619164546322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/1138706619164546322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/campout-part-iii.html' title='The Campout-Part III'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-240340368985191431</id><published>2008-06-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:24:19.160-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="campout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="descriptive story"/><title type='text'>The Campout-Part II</title><content type='html'>We started off and soon came to the section of the stream that had been blocked off so campers could go swimming. After we had swam for an hour we thought it would be best to get on with our hike. We quickly changed back into our hiking clothes and shoes and we were off. We hiked farther and farther into the woods, and the woods got thicker and thicker as we explored. We decided to turn back because we thought we were lost and we were all getting a little bit hungry. But before we could turn back, my brother, who had gone deeper into the woods than any of the rest of us, said he could see the woods thinning out a little bit farther ahead. The rest of us thought that once we ate our snack we would be all right, so we decided that after we ate our snack we would go on a little bit farther.&lt;br /&gt;            After we finished our snack we headed farther into the woods, and my brother was right. It did clear up. As we walked out of the woods we heard more thunder rumble, this time louder. We looked up and the dark clouds were looming right over us. We looked around and saw that nobody was outside their tents playing or hiking as they had been on the other side of the woods. We realized everyone was in their tents, and all their tents were covered in tarps. They were getting ready for the storm. We pulled out our map, trying to figure out where we were. My dad saw it first. “That can’t be right!” he exclaimed. When we asked him what was wrong he looked up, his face grim. “We’ve hiked all the way into group B,” he told us. We looked puzzled. Did it matter? He must have realized we didn’t understand what he meant, because he looked at us and said to pull out our rain ponchos. We were going to get wet!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/240340368985191431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/240340368985191431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/240340368985191431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/240340368985191431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/campout-part-ii.html' title='The Campout-Part II'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-4434135745072523657</id><published>2008-06-13T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:34:35.081-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="campout"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="descriptive story"/><title type='text'>The Campout-part I</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s a story I wrote for school. I will finish it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last year my father, mother, brother, and I went camping at a beautiful campsite we had never been to before. The first day we got there it was late at night, so we set up our tents and went to sleep. We woke up the next morning to the sound of thunder roaring, only a small distance away. I got out of the tent I was sharing with my mom and looked around. The sun was shining through the dark green leaves of the trees, but I could see the clouds coming up from the opposite direction. I could feel the cool wind blowing through my hair as I sniffed the beautiful pine scent from the forest. I heard the animals rushing to their homes, trying to get safe before the rain started. I turned on our portable grill, so that we could make pancakes for breakfast. I could feel the mist from the storm already on its way.&lt;br /&gt; After breakfast we turned on the radio that the park ranger set out at every campsite. We turned the campsites station. The park ranger said that everyone in groups A and B would get wet from the storm, but everyone in the campsites C and D would get to stay dry. We were camping in group C so we knew we could stay out all day, unless the storm started moving closer to us. So after a little bit of thought my family and I decided to go on a hike. We packed up a snack for later, swim suits-for the stream where we could go swimming, sunglasses, water bottles, and rain jackets-just in case.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4434135745072523657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/4434135745072523657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/4434135745072523657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/4434135745072523657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/06/campout-part-i.html' title='The Campout-part I'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-795091134060419112</id><published>2008-03-06T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:33:06.712-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="runaway imagination"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scared"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snakes"/><title type='text'>Scaredy-cat</title><content type='html'>Do you get scared easily? I used to. I would stay up over half the night in my bed trying to figure out which monster was going to come up from under my bed or which snake is going to crawl through my window-even though it was closed and locked! And let me tell you something. My imagination can go pretty wild, especially when I&#39;m thinking about snakes! I was never allowed to watch scary movies, or even the news to close to my bedtime. I would be up all night, scared. Now I&#39;ve grown out of it. I watch a lot of things before bedtime now. It might just be a little kid thing. I know my little cousins are still scared at night. Maybe they&#39;ll grow out of it soon, too.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/795091134060419112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/795091134060419112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/795091134060419112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/795091134060419112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/03/scaredy-cat.html' title='Scaredy-cat'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-3802296607373203421</id><published>2008-02-24T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:48:32.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Six Word Life!</title><content type='html'>Here&#39;s a six word memoir that sums up my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sing and act!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve always loved acting and singing. I got a Kerioke machine for Christmas one year and I still use it and love it very much. I started acting five years ago at the age of six. I&#39;ve gotten a lot better and have recently been in the play Annie in the part of Molly. It was a lot of fun!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3802296607373203421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/3802296607373203421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/3802296607373203421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/3802296607373203421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-six-word-life.html' title='My Six Word Life!'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-2937822650547673274</id><published>2008-02-17T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:48:59.404-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anne frank"/><title type='text'>Anne Frank</title><content type='html'>Anne&lt;br /&gt;Who is loving, hopeful, sympathetic, a writer&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of Otto and Edith Frank; sister of Margot Frank&lt;br /&gt;Who loved her diary, her family, Peter van Pels&lt;br /&gt;Who felt scared, sympathy, love&lt;br /&gt;Who needed her family, her friends, her diary&lt;br /&gt;Who gave love, hope, and comfort&lt;br /&gt;Who feared the Green Police, the Nazis, Hitler&lt;br /&gt;Who would like to see her books published, world peace, her friends&lt;br /&gt;Who shares love, comfort, hope&lt;br /&gt;Known for her writings, her hope, her sad story &lt;br /&gt;Born in Frankfurt, Germany&lt;br /&gt;Frank</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2937822650547673274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/2937822650547673274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2937822650547673274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2937822650547673274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/anne-frank.html' title='Anne Frank'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-6467693939609075819</id><published>2008-02-11T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T08:12:31.271-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pet care"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pets"/><title type='text'>Ready for a Pet?</title><content type='html'>You may know that pets require a lot of care and love. If you are considering getting a pet that requires a lot of attention, you may want to think about if you will be able to spend a lot of time with your pet. If you work at an office all day, and are not home very much you might want to think about waiting until you are not so busy to get a pet. If you want a puppy or a kitten you will want to be sure you can spend a lot of time with it. It is good to have a bond with your pet. You will want to be sure that you are ready for one, and not jump to the conclusion to get one just because it is cute.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6467693939609075819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/6467693939609075819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/6467693939609075819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/6467693939609075819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/ready-for-pet.html' title='Ready for a Pet?'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-1025180023883868990</id><published>2008-02-10T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:45:03.497-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ameriplan"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="braces"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dental insurance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health benefits"/><title type='text'>Time for Braces!</title><content type='html'>We went to the dentist and the dentist told me that I needed braces. I told my mom. She hit the roof! She told me that we don’t have enough money for braces. We don’t have &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ameriplan-benefits.com/&quot;&gt;dental insurance&lt;/a&gt; or health insurance. That’s when my mom found out about &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ameriplan-benefits.com/&quot;&gt; Ameriplan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ameriplan is not like other insurance companies. They will make sure you can afford what you need, when you need it! That’s why my mom decided to look further into the company. She thought it would be good to have dental coverage for my braces. She found out that for a low monthly fee she could get the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ameriplan-benefits.com/&quot;&gt; health benefits&lt;/a&gt; we need to help cover the cost of my braces.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1025180023883868990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/1025180023883868990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/1025180023883868990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/1025180023883868990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-went-to-dentist-and-dentist-told-me.html' title='Time for Braces!'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-5436962554315910890</id><published>2007-11-02T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:53:47.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do on Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of ten things to do on Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch TV (turkey bowl....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat pumpkin pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a big Thanksgiving dinner with your friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Put Thanksgiving decorations in your yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make Thanksgiving traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Spend time with your family</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5436962554315910890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/5436962554315910890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/5436962554315910890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/5436962554315910890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-to-do-on-thanksgiving.html' title='Things to do on Thanksgiving'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-3944770678959973897</id><published>2007-10-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:44:00.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess&#39;s Trick part III</title><content type='html'>Timothy laughed. What a scaredy cat,&quot; he thought as he walked up to the door of the same house. He knocked on the door. &quot;Trick or-what?&quot;he said when the person opened the door. The person was dressed as a princess. O.K. that&#39;s not such a big deal. A lot of people dress up as princesses on Halloween. But this princess looked exactly like the one he had scared. In fact, it was the same one! &quot;Trick or treat,&quot; she said sweetly, as she dropped a piece of candy in his bag. As he walked away he shook his head and laughed. He said, &quot;I may have scared her, but she sure tricked me good!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3944770678959973897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/3944770678959973897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/3944770678959973897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/3944770678959973897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/10/timothy-laughed.html' title='The Princess&#39;s Trick part III'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-2883104094701878057</id><published>2007-10-19T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:34:33.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess&#39;s Trick part II</title><content type='html'>The princess heard something rustle nearby. &quot;What was that,&quot; she asked herself fearfully. Frightened, she kept walking, closer and closer to the door. As the dark clouds covered the moon overhead and a chilly wind passed over her, she shivered. She thought, &quot;Maybe I don&#39;t like being alone after all. I have a bad feeling that something is about to happen and I won&#39;t like it.&quot; Suddenly the boy, Timothy, jumped out at her from behind the house. And what else would he be dressed as but a vampire of course! &quot;Boo!&quot; he yelled out. The princess screamed as she ran away. &quot;Help!&quot; Timothy laughed, &quot;hahaha!&quot; The princess yelled back at him, &quot;I hate vampires. I hate, hate, hate, hate them!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2883104094701878057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/2883104094701878057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2883104094701878057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2883104094701878057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/10/princess-heard-something-rustle-nearby.html' title='The Princess&#39;s Trick part II'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-2874647423771678523</id><published>2007-10-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:18:36.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess&#39;s Trick part I</title><content type='html'>It was Halloween night.Everyone was outside trick or treating. A princess walked up to the next house on her street. &quot;This is so much fun,&quot; she thought. &quot;My parents finally let me go by myself this year, because I am ten years old now. This is my favorite time of year, besides Christmas and my birthday of course. It&#39;s sort of scary out here by myself, though. I hope there aren&#39;t any vampires out right now,&quot; she thought as she walked up the driveway. She couldn&#39;t see the boy, Timothy, on the side of the house, since it was so dark. But Timothy could see her. &quot;Hehe, he said. &quot;Someone to frighten.&quot; Quickly he hid.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2874647423771678523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/2874647423771678523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2874647423771678523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2874647423771678523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/10/princesss-trick-part-i.html' title='The Princess&#39;s Trick part I'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-3034307637563019685</id><published>2007-10-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:43:01.424-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fable"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ungrateful crane"/><title type='text'>The ungrateful crane</title><content type='html'>One day as a crane, standing by a pond, saw a wolf, who looked in pain. The wolf came up and asked him if he would pull a bone out of his mouth, because it had gotten stuck in his throat. The crane agreed once the wolf promised to pay him a large amount of money in return for doing the favor. As soon as the crane had finished this horrendous task he demandingly asked for his reward of money. The wolf haughtily laughed and said, “Don’t you have a reward big enough, for I have been kind enough to let you safely pull your big, empty head from the jaws of a wolf. Surely you are not ungrateful for that!”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3034307637563019685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/3034307637563019685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/3034307637563019685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/3034307637563019685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/10/ungrateful-crane.html' title='The ungrateful crane'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-2611323629865981473</id><published>2007-09-28T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:05:09.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the flea&#39;s question</title><content type='html'>One afternoon, while a flea as talking to an ox, working in the field, the flea curiously asked him, “Why is it, that while you are so big and strong, you serve men day after day, while I, because I am so small a creature, drink their blood and feed on their flesh?” The ox answered him, “I am well loved by strong, friendly men, who pat me on my head and shoulders all the time.” The flea unbelievingly then replied, “While you like this patting, whenever this same thing happens to me, it brings me great sorrow and destruction!”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2611323629865981473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/2611323629865981473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2611323629865981473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2611323629865981473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/09/fleas-question.html' title='the flea&#39;s question'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-7303916188847502932</id><published>2007-09-21T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:43:30.933-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abraham"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abraham sacrifices son"/><title type='text'>Abraham</title><content type='html'>After a while, God decided to test Abraham. He called to him saying, “Go, sacrifice your son”. So Abraham, trusting in God,  faithfully got up and got everything he needed. He took his son, Isaac, and left to the place God commanded. On the way up Isaac asked his old, loving father curiously, “We have everything we need to make the offering, but where is the bull?” Abraham answered his son, “God, who knows best, will provide everything we need.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the place God had commanded Abraham bound his son to the alter. He took up his knife and mournfully raised it, ready to strike his son. Suddenly an angel stopped him urgently saying, “Stop! Because you have obeyed, do not kill your one and only son.” Then Abraham found a ram and sacrificed him in place of his young, terrified son, Isaac, saying, “The Lord has provided.” Then the angel called to him again and said, “You have obeyed the Lord. Go and God will bless you and your family.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7303916188847502932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/7303916188847502932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/7303916188847502932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/7303916188847502932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/09/abraham.html' title='Abraham'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-2765958405955200112</id><published>2007-09-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:44:02.722-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="noah"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="noah&#39;s ark"/><title type='text'>Noah&#39;s Ark</title><content type='html'>After the rain had started to cease, Noah decided to open the window of the ark. He sent out a raven to see how far the water had gone down. Next he sent out a dove. The dove, finding no place to set its foot, returned back to him so he sadly knew there was no place for the dove to land. Noah waited several days before sending the dove out again. This time the dove returned with a leaf in its mouth, so Noah knew that the water was going down. He waited then eagerly sent the dove a third time and, because the water had subsided from the earth, the dove did not return to him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Noah knew the ground had to be completely dry. God told Noah it was time to leave the ark. “Take all the animals with you,” He said. So Noah faithfully obeyed. He and his family, who had been in the ark for forty days straight, went out with the animals and finally stood on dry land!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2765958405955200112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/2765958405955200112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2765958405955200112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2765958405955200112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/09/noahs-ark.html' title='Noah&#39;s Ark'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-2403077824785365829</id><published>2007-09-07T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:55:03.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lunch to Remember part III</title><content type='html'>From then on, until Chuck grew up he always waited in the barn, with his brothers and sisters, for his mom bring back some food for them to eat. When he finally told his mom about the big worm, she laughed. “You chicken! That’s the water hose! So you’re the one who made the big hole in that hose. Silly boy!”  But Chuck was still too scared to go outside the barn by himself. But when Chuck did go out he carefully made sure not to go where the water hose was, because he would never forget that mean, scary worm.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2403077824785365829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/2403077824785365829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2403077824785365829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/2403077824785365829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/09/lunch-to-remember-part-iii.html' title='A Lunch to Remember part III'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-9035887518812331850</id><published>2007-08-31T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:53:47.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lunch to Remember part II</title><content type='html'>Chuck, very hungry by this time, continued to peck at the worm. This worm was getting on his nerves. Chuck’s mouth was starting to hurt, because the worm’s skin was very hard. This worm was very stubborn. As Chuck continued to peck at it, the worm suddenly burst open and sprayed water everywhere! “Ahhh!” Chuck screamed. “Worms aren’t supposed to do that! I don’t like this mean worm.” Frightened, Chuck quickly ran away from the big, mean worm. He was still hungry but he didn’t care any more. He just wanted to get away from that worm!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9035887518812331850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/9035887518812331850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/9035887518812331850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/9035887518812331850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunch-to-remember-part-ii.html' title='A Lunch to Remember part II'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8287007302755857117.post-8591782900983267956</id><published>2007-08-24T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:52:26.976-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chickens"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water hose"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="worms"/><title type='text'>A Lunch to Remember part I</title><content type='html'>Chuck the chick was hungry. It was past his lunchtime. It was the first time his mom had let him out of the nest to get food by himself. None of his brothers and sisters, who born at the same time as him, had been out alone yet. He was the first one. He was hungrily walking along, looking for something to eat, when he saw a huge, long worm. Perfect. “I’ve never seen a worm this big before! Do they really grow this big?” he asked himself. “Apparently so!” He started to peck at it. It didn’t move. What was wrong with it? Chuck wasn’t sure so he just kept pecking. It just laid there. “Something is weird about this worm,” he thought. “Very weird!”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8591782900983267956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8287007302755857117/8591782900983267956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/8591782900983267956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8287007302755857117/posts/default/8591782900983267956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silken-kidbits.blogspot.com/2007/08/lunch-to-remember-part-i.html' title='A Lunch to Remember part I'/><author><name>silken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16051933946463393399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF2BcnPiVCKCLFtY6rhOJuaBQtJTEOKQXFzyZsYNEcNHuL58hKzJlX2wt5C1BFl3SDS0IiM4HcFt5J22p23GQxjRrHyBNQmxFnkTEePMUt9brEUocEmXuq_snpkRTmhk/s220/Silk_Fabric.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>