Mr Sticky (1/4)
No one knew how Mr. Sticky got in the fish tank.
"He is very small," Mum said as she looked at the tiny water snail. "Just a black dot."
"He will grow," said Abby and she got into bed.
In the morning Abby jumped out of bed and switched on the light in her fish tank.
No one knew how Mr. Sticky got in the fish tank.
"He is very small," Mum said as she looked at the tiny water snail. "Just a black dot."
"He will grow," said Abby and she got into bed.
In the morning Abby jumped out of bed and switched on the light in her fish tank.
Gerry, the fat orange goldfish, was swimming around the stone. Jaws was already awake, swimming along the front of the tank. It took Abby a while to find Mr. Sticky because he was clinging to the glass near the bottom.
At school that day she wrote about Mr. Sticky who was so small you could mistake him for a piece of gravel. Her classmates said he seems to be an ideal pet for her.
That night Abby turned on the light to find Mr. Sticky clinging to the tip of the pond weed. It was near the water filter so he was bobbing about in the air bubbles.
"That looks fun," Abby said. She fed the fish then lay on her bed and watched them chase each other round and round. When they stopped Gerry began nibbling at the pond weed with his big mouth. He sucked Mr. Sticky into his mouth then blew him back out again. The snail floated down to the bottom of the tank.
"I think he had grown a bit," Abby told her Mum at breakfast the next day.
To be continued…
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At school that day she wrote about Mr. Sticky who was so small you could mistake him for a piece of gravel. Her classmates said he seems to be an ideal pet for her.
That night Abby turned on the light to find Mr. Sticky clinging to the tip of the pond weed. It was near the water filter so he was bobbing about in the air bubbles.
"That looks fun," Abby said. She fed the fish then lay on her bed and watched them chase each other round and round. When they stopped Gerry began nibbling at the pond weed with his big mouth. He sucked Mr. Sticky into his mouth then blew him back out again. The snail floated down to the bottom of the tank.
"I think he had grown a bit," Abby told her Mum at breakfast the next day.
To be continued…
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http://docs.google.com/fileview?id=0By7H8-yC2nyiNmZiYjNhMWQtNThiNy00MzJkLTk5YzktNjU0NTU4NzU0MDM0&hl=en&authkey=CJnc1q8D
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