(I don't really remember now, but I imagine Sam dictated this to me. Over the years we collected a lot of critters and had our own natural museum. Such good memories. Guessing Sam would have been 5. Alison)
I see crickets all around my sandbox. Zach found 5 crickets and I caught one. Zach made me give it to him. He put all the crickets in a jar. He calls it his cricket jar. It has dirt in the bottom and plants. He wets a cottonball and puts it in the jar everyday. When I wanted my cricket back out of his jar, he wouldn't give it to me. He said it was his. I cried.
That night after dinner, I found a cricket right on top of our kitchen table. I caught it. I found an empty mayonnaise jar and put him in it. I fixed it all up with lots of grass and a wet cottonball and a stick. I found a lid for the jar too, but it didn't fit very well.
I took my cricket jar outside and tried to add some more grass to it, but it tipped over and my cricket hopped away. Actually, I didn't see it leave, but I know it did because when I looked in my jar again, it was gone. I was sad.
The End
Monday, October 19, 2009
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