Eight Parts of Speech

Some of my brother’s stories sound silly to me.

He often becomes quite lively when he talks about them.

My grandmother, who is fond of cats, has several big Persian cats.

I start with tales about the ride on the school bus in the morning.

 It is usually hard for my little brother to recall what he has done.

“Oh, I remember now,” my brother eventually says. 

The puppies ordinarily stay near the kennels throughout their first year of life.

My grandfather, a Texas rancher, loves dogs.

Frequently, one story leads to the next one and then to the next and the next.

My mother often has said to my brother, “Let your sister finish her story.”

Then he begins telling about his morning adventures.

If they do wander near the cattle, the dogs are soon forced to retreat.

I sometimes become impatient because I want to talk about my day at school.

The oldest dog that lives at the ranch is a German shepherd named Rascal.

This is an important time for all of us.

 We discuss what we have done during the day.

My best friend, Cheryl, and I have every class together.

Whew, those dogs can be such a bother!” my grandmother exclaims.

The porch of his ranch house ordinarily is full of dogs of all shapes and sizes.

My mother often has said to my brother, “Let your sister finish her story.”

My favorite subjects are history and science, so I always do my best in these classes.

As I keep going from one story to another, big grins appear on my parents’ faces.

I sometimes become impatient because I want to talk about my day at school.

My brother generally shouts, “No more stories about fossils and explosions!”

Then Mom or Dad asks him some questions.