<?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: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-5352723874419906923</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:46:37.137-07:00</updated><category term='Fable: The Lion and the Mouse'/><category term='Reading Responses'/><category term='Tale: Raven Freed the Moon'/><category term='Fable:The Tortoise and the Hare'/><category term='Picture Book: Miss. Nelson is Missing'/><category term='Tale - Little Kay'/><category term='Fable: The Fox and Grapes'/><category term='Picture Book: The Stranger'/><category term='Picture Book: The Three Little Pigs'/><category term='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><category term='Picture Book: Oliver is a Sissy'/><category term='Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><category term='Tale - How Raven Freed The Moon'/><category term='Fable: The Emperor&apos;s New Suit'/><category term='Tale - The Rajah&apos;s Rice'/><category term='Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><category term='Tale: How Raven Freed the Moon'/><category term='Fable: The Fox and the Crow'/><category term='Picture Book: Mr. Peabody&apos;s Apples'/><category term='Picture Book: A Shelter in Our Car'/><category term='Picture Book: Little Red Riding Hood'/><title type='text'>The Hamilton Huddle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5919969429046576620</id><published>2010-02-12T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:58:06.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale - Little Kay'/><title type='text'>Daniyal: Tale - Little Kay</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this tale called " Little Kay " and&amp;nbsp; I thought it was one of the best tales ever! I think that beceause Little Kay was so brave that she kept telling the old magician that she wanted to serve the Sultan even though it was only for boys, she still went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There was a part where the Sultan VERY suspicous about Little Kay because he kept thinking that Little Kay is not a boy, she's a girl but his tests did not work but still got more suspicous every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The finominal part of the story was when littler Kay showed her bravness and strength to the evil ogre and actually defeated him plus she saved all of the people and the kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A question that came into my mind was why was Little Kay the bravest even though she was the youngest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well I had a super time reading this tale and I hope you will be interested in reading this tale too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daniyal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5919969429046576620?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5919969429046576620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5919969429046576620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/daniyal-tale-little-kay.html' title='Daniyal: Tale - Little Kay'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-4022954445650842405</id><published>2010-02-12T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:23:30.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale: How Raven Freed the Moon'/><title type='text'>Rollin - Tale: How Raven Freed the Moon</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have just started a book called "How The Raven Freed The Moon." When I read the first 3 pages it made me want to read more , which is what the author wanted to do. Also, the first three pages were pretty strong I wanted to read the rest, it made me want to cling on to the book, and not let go!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;On page 17, I thought it was pretty weird of the fisherwoman&amp;nbsp;to say&amp;nbsp;to the daughter "Is it your baby?" because if the daughter had a baby I'm sure that the daughter would tell the fisherwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp;I had first read this fable I thought it was really rude to prank the daughter and fisherwoman like that.But it did make the story much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I didn't actually understand at the end, who was the bad guy?The daughter and fisherwoman "stole" the moon (somehow) from the sky. But the raven tried to steal the moon like the mother and daughter did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I loved this fable more then any other I have ever read! I would tell you the ending but I wouldn't want to spoil the rest of the story for you!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your student,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rollin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-4022954445650842405?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4022954445650842405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4022954445650842405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/rollin-tale-how-raven-freed-moon.html' title='Rollin - Tale: How Raven Freed the Moon'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-6329245462740125095</id><published>2010-02-12T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:23:03.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and the Crow'/><title type='text'>Rajpreet - Fable: the Fox and the Crow</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today I read an interesting fable called "The fox and the Crow". There are two charcters in this fable a fox and a crow. I have never heard of this fable before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The fox is a very clever fox in this fable. What he does is that he makes the crow talk and let's the meat fall out of the crows beak and then he grabs the meat and runs away. I had thought that was a very clever way to get the meat from the crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I disliked the part when the fox says that the crow needs a brain. I thought that was mean of him to say. I liked the part when the author said "black as night, shiny as wet leaves and a real flower from the sky". I thought those were some great similes. I had felt bad for the crow because the fox had took the meat from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this fable was great. I really enjoyed this fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Rajpreet&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-6329245462740125095?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6329245462740125095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6329245462740125095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/rajpreet-fable-fox-and-crow.html' title='Rajpreet - Fable: the Fox and the Crow'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-4279827401370071836</id><published>2010-02-12T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:22:27.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale - How Raven Freed The Moon'/><title type='text'>Allison: Tale - How Raven Freed The Moon</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Dear Mrs.Hamliton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I read the fable "How raven freed the moon".I liked this fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I especially liked the end because when the old fisherwoman and her daughter realized that the&amp;nbsp; moon they had kept for themselves looked better in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had lots of questions to this story, like "how did the raven turn into a baby?", "how did the family take the moon?" I want to know how things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It confused me because when they said "the&amp;nbsp;baby,was&amp;nbsp;of course raven" they said the same thing everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really enjoyed reading this fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your student,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Allison&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-4279827401370071836?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4279827401370071836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4279827401370071836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/allison-tale-how-raven-freed-moon.html' title='Allison: Tale - How Raven Freed The Moon'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-3557375044000120339</id><published>2010-02-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:19:29.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale: How Raven Freed the Moon'/><title type='text'>Melody: "How The Raven freed The Moon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am reading "How The Raven Freed The Moon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like the part when the raven saved the moon from that box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like the part when the "fisherwomen" got the daughter to try to make the baby (Raven) to stop crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think that the Raven is smart because he did not think about how much the moon would weigh because he was&amp;nbsp;putting it in his beak and it almost slipped out. So he threw it in the sky and it landed in a cloud but what if it did not make&amp;nbsp;it and it landed on the ground and smashed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you enjoy the book your reading!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Melody&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-3557375044000120339?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/3557375044000120339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/3557375044000120339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/melody-how-raven-freed-moon.html' title='Melody: &quot;How The Raven freed The Moon&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-758432298056767276</id><published>2010-02-05T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:19:19.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale - The Rajah&apos;s Rice'/><title type='text'>Daniyal: Tale - The Rajah's Rice</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When&amp;nbsp; I read the tale&amp;nbsp; "The Rajah's rice", I enjoyed reading it because the character called "Chandra" was so nice at the end of the story because she requested to the Rajah to get all of the rice from him for the people. Chandra saved the Rajah's elephants so the Rajah promised Chandra to give her rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The part I was surprised on was when the servants were putting rice on each square of the checker board but the Rajah was being unfair and telling his servants to so other things with the rice like put less rice on the squares. I tried to figure out how many pieces of rice would be on the checkerboard at the end. My answer was 10446744032749551616.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really liked how the author had clear pictures in the story so we can see them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really like this tale and I hope you do!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Daniyal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-758432298056767276?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/758432298056767276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/758432298056767276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/daniyal-tale-rajahs-rice.html' title='Daniyal: Tale - The Rajah&apos;s Rice'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-6352297319093519551</id><published>2010-02-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T11:17:07.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tale: Raven Freed the Moon'/><title type='text'>Aaron - Tale: Raven Freed the Moon</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this fantastic tale called How Raven Freed Moon. You should really read this tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tale confused me a little because how does someone catch a moon but you are very smart so you would understand&amp;nbsp; it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tale reminded me of&amp;nbsp; the time my brother tricked me to get money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the part  when raven was the baby and when raven almost&amp;nbsp; dropped the moon in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why the tale is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your&amp;nbsp; student,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aaron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-6352297319093519551?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6352297319093519551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6352297319093519551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/aaron-tale-raven-freed-moon.html' title='Aaron - Tale: Raven Freed the Moon'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-884366461839336242</id><published>2010-02-03T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:53:11.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and the Crow'/><title type='text'>Zerina - Fable: The Fox and the Crow</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading&amp;nbsp;the story "The Fox And The Crow". I liked this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a really mean fox tricked the crow. And he said the Crow had no brain! Now that's just plain mean. He just crossed the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were the Crow I would have said something mean back to that mean old fox. But the best thing to do is just to walk away and ignore what the mean devil said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the time that my brother tricked me. When I had my MP3 in my hand and my brother took it away from me and he kept it for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I thought of this amazing story, You should really read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your Student,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zerina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-884366461839336242?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/884366461839336242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/884366461839336242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/zerina-fable-fox-and-crow.html' title='Zerina - Fable: The Fox and the Crow'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-4646471199733610386</id><published>2010-02-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:51:34.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Lion and the Mouse'/><title type='text'>Aleks - Fable: The Lion and the Mouse</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a fable called the lion and the mouse. This reminded me of the think win win because the mouse didn't get eaten and the mouse saved the lion from getting taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the moral is think win win. They both won. The lion called the mouse his friend. I liked how he didn't want to eat the small mouse because he was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-4646471199733610386?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4646471199733610386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4646471199733610386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/aleks-fable-lion-and-mouse.html' title='Aleks - Fable: The Lion and the Mouse'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-4267663630086330180</id><published>2010-02-03T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T07:46:23.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and Grapes'/><title type='text'>Rajpreet - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today I read afable called "The Fox and the Grapes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The part I liked in this fable was when the fox keptn trying and trying. I also liked when the author had said "Fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at&amp;nbsp;them". That made me visualize him drooling and staring at the grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The moral of this story was "It is easy to despise what you cannot get." I had really enjoyed this fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rajpreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-4267663630086330180?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4267663630086330180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4267663630086330180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/02/rajpreet-fable-fox-and-grapes.html' title='Rajpreet - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-9200875177990470287</id><published>2010-01-14T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:26:17.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><title type='text'>Jessica - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;While I was reading a fable called The Fox and the Grapes I predicted that eventuly the fox would get the grapes and the message would be keep at it and eventuly you will get it. Once I finished the story I realized it wasn't right. The actual message is "It is easy to despise what you can not get".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I liked the way the author described what fox felt like when he saw the grapes it said "the fox's mouth watered as he looked longingly at them." Although the author did not directly tell the reader that he wanted the grapes instead he showed you with his words.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I wondered why the fox gave up like he did. If I was the fox I would of kept trying until I get the grapes because he's basicly throwng out food.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the fox was jumping for the grapes it reminded me of a time I could not reach something. I was standing in my tippy toes to try to get a water bottle from the top shelf of our cabinet. Eventually I just climbed up on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-9200875177990470287?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/9200875177990470287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/9200875177990470287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/jessica-fable-fox-and-grapes.html' title='Jessica - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-3892392456480731954</id><published>2010-01-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:25:03.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Lion and the Mouse'/><title type='text'>James - Fable: The Lion and the Mouse</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs Hamilton&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I have just read the great fable "The Lion and the Mouse". I find the story's moral is something like "Trust is a sixth sense as in you need to have it or bad things can happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Also I think instead of telling the mouse to go away the lion should have told the mouse to go on guard because he's so small no one would see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And if I was the mouse I would of asked the lion a lot of random questions to try to confuse him incase he didn't let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-3892392456480731954?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/3892392456480731954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/3892392456480731954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/james-fable-lion-and-mouse.html' title='James - Fable: The Lion and the Mouse'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5810615472885880328</id><published>2010-01-13T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:25:40.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><title type='text'>Mahera - Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamiltion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a fable called the ''The Tortoise And The Hare'' and the starting of the story reminded me of my brother because my brother always braggs about how fast he is he thinks he can bet anybody but that is not true. One day I proved my brothr worng too just like the Tortoise did. He proved the Hare that when you take your time&amp;nbsp;you can win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral said slow and steady wins the race and that is how the Tortiose won the race. What I learned is if you think someone eles is slow there probably are&amp;nbsp;faster then the person who is&amp;nbsp;opposing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5810615472885880328?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5810615472885880328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5810615472885880328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/mahera-fable-tortoise-and-hare.html' title='Mahera - Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-7004697306427038989</id><published>2010-01-13T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:24:27.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><title type='text'>Rajpreet - Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today&amp;nbsp;I read this wonderful fable called "The Tortoise and then Hare." In this fable their are two characters&amp;nbsp;a speedy&amp;nbsp;Hare and a slow and steady Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In this fable I&amp;nbsp;liked the part when the Tortoise wins the race slow and steady. I disliked the part when the hare bragged about how fast he was. I thought it was really nice of&amp;nbsp; Tortoise's friends to cheer for him when he had won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At the end of the story Hare had gotten his lesson which is "don't brag about how fast you&amp;nbsp;are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I had really enjoyed this fable. This&amp;nbsp;fable is one of my favourites.&amp;nbsp;The moral of this story was slow and steady wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rajpreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-7004697306427038989?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/7004697306427038989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/7004697306427038989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/rajpreet-fable-tortoise-and-hare.html' title='Rajpreet - Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5937429098664080198</id><published>2010-01-13T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:23:49.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><title type='text'>Matthew - Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently read a fable called " The Tortise and the Hare".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some interesting parts just like "Don't brag about your lightning pace for slow and steady won the race". I found this interesting because when I was little I thought the hare won. But as they say slow and steady wins the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read this fable he or she didn't have really any setting. He or she could add Hare stretched himself out on aroad beside the woods and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All fables have morals for the Tortise and the hare it is&amp;nbsp;slow and steady wins the race.I like this moral because it tells me not to go to fast or slow. It tells me to go at the pace for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look and read this fable it is different then the other tortise and the hares I read. I want you to read this fable Mrs.Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your student,&lt;br /&gt;Matthew&amp;nbsp;Craig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5937429098664080198?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5937429098664080198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5937429098664080198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/matthew-fable-tortoise-and-hare.html' title='Matthew - Fable: The Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-8855273561497918251</id><published>2010-01-13T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:22:48.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and the Crow'/><title type='text'>Allison - Fable: The Fox and the Crow</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just read this amazing fable, the Fox and the Crow. When I read the title it made me think that the story was going to be similar to the Fox and the grapes.(Which was another fable I read).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think the Crow would seem the good guy but in one part of the beginning it says "A Crow who had stolen a piece of meat was sitting high up on the branch of a tree" made me think if I thought the Crow was a good guy then why did it say that he stole a piece of meat then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think the moral of this fable is " Don't compete for what you already have" I really enjoyed reading this fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your Student,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Allison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-8855273561497918251?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/8855273561497918251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/8855273561497918251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/allison-fable-fox-and-crow.html' title='Allison - Fable: The Fox and the Crow'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5313459538412239580</id><published>2010-01-13T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:21:39.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable:The Tortoise and the Hare'/><title type='text'>Jessica - Fable:The Tortoise and the Hare</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I was reading the fable The Tortoise and the Hare. I was wondering why the hare decided to go to sleep because if I fell asleep&amp;nbsp;I probably would sleep through the whole race, just like the hare did. The hare might be fast but since he did that I definitely do not think he is very smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I really like the way the author this fable because the message is very clear to me. Another reason is I love how he took such an unlikely character to win and found a great way to make him win with a great message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I really liked the two beginning paragraphs. This is because all the other times I have read this fable it's always been the same. It just jumps right into the race but in this version it adds the feelings. Like why the tortoise challenged the hare to the race and some conversation during the race this is what the hare said "How do you expect to win the race when you are walking along at your slow, slow pace? I have never heard that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When it said "but it was to late.Tortoise was over the line", it reminded me of last years track and field in the 400 I was ruuning to the finish line but then Sophia crossed it first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5313459538412239580?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5313459538412239580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5313459538412239580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/jessica-fablethe-tortoise-and-hare.html' title='Jessica - Fable:The Tortoise and the Hare'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-8540227355174605505</id><published>2010-01-13T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:19:41.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><title type='text'>Makenna - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading the fable the fable "The Fox and the Grapes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story confused me alot.&amp;nbsp; I think I was confused because&amp;nbsp;I am used to more detailed stories!&amp;nbsp; A word confused me as well.&amp;nbsp;The word "gaping" but, I believe it means grabbing or reaching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would feel the same way the fox felt when he could not get the grapes!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I can make a connection to this fable&amp;nbsp;as well as the moral&amp;nbsp;because I really wanted an ipod but both my parents said it was to expensive1&amp;nbsp; So whenever I saw an ipod I got really mad and upset because I could not get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the fox I would not get really give up and walk away!&amp;nbsp; I would keep trying untill I could get it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Even though it did confuse me at parts I still enjoyed the fable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-8540227355174605505?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/8540227355174605505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/8540227355174605505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/makenna-fable-fox-and-grapes.html' title='Makenna - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-2044636661996815443</id><published>2010-01-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:17:58.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Fox and Grapes'/><title type='text'>Darko - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished a&amp;nbsp;really good fable called "The Fox and The Grapes" I really like this story because all the&amp;nbsp;details like a fox. "One day spied on a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes, ready to burst with juice, and as he gazed longingly at them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story reminded me of when I went to the grocery store and I wanted to get some big grown strawberrys but my dad said it's not on the list, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do. ☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Darko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-2044636661996815443?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2044636661996815443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2044636661996815443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/darko-fable-fox-and-grapes.html' title='Darko - Fable: The Fox and the Grapes'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-6329565991796002351</id><published>2010-01-13T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:16:42.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Melody</title><content type='html'>Dear mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a story called "The Monkey and the Crocodile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is a message in this text. I think&amp;nbsp;it&amp;nbsp;might be "Choose&lt;br /&gt;your friends wisely and/or make better decistions, or stop&amp;nbsp;and think&lt;br /&gt;before you act."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make a prediction. I can predict that when the crocodile&lt;br /&gt;is gone, the wife will come and say her appolgies and not mean it,and&lt;br /&gt;invite him over again and she will eat him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I liked the best was&amp;nbsp;that the monkey was being so generous&lt;br /&gt;and giving the crocodile some jamun fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I&amp;nbsp;disliked that the wife is so disrespectful to the monkey when the&lt;br /&gt;monkey is giving them food and she&amp;nbsp;actually would pretend&amp;nbsp;to &lt;br /&gt;almost die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that puzzled me was what are jamuns because in the book &lt;br /&gt;it said that jamuns are a kind of fruit. It only gave me a little bit of&lt;br /&gt;information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that surprised me was that the crocodile&amp;nbsp;really almost&amp;nbsp;brought&lt;br /&gt;his best friend the monkey to his wife to get eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-6329565991796002351?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6329565991796002351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6329565991796002351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/fable-monkey-and-crocodile-melody.html' title='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Melody'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-6897219085543190975</id><published>2010-01-13T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:13:45.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: Mr. Peabody&apos;s Apples'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: Mr. Peabody's  Apples By: Madonna Ritchie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Ms. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I read the book Mr. Peabody's apples, I was suprised when Mr.Peabody took 2 apples from the fruit market and then at the end I found out that he pays for them every Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A part in the story, I found out that it teaches you a lesson, you shouldn't pass rumors around if they're not true. That part in the story was when Mr. Peabody told Billy to get a fluffy pillow, then cut it in half and let the feathers fly off across Happville and then told him that those feathers were like people.Then told him to go pick all those feathers up so Billy realized that he shouldn't have started that rumor because it was like telling all of those feathers that rumor and now he has to tell them it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daniyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-6897219085543190975?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6897219085543190975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6897219085543190975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-book-mr-peabodys-apples-by.html' title='Picture Book: Mr. Peabody&apos;s  Apples By: Madonna Ritchie'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-7320799215189387336</id><published>2009-11-30T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:35:21.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Rajpreet</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Today I read this amazing story called "The Monkey And The Crocodile!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I like the authers style because the author had made a message about caring for someone that they need to&amp;nbsp;but they have to hurt someone else to make the other person happy. It is&amp;nbsp;nice for one person but not the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was visualizing when the&amp;nbsp;author had said "The crocodile swam with him out into the deep wide river." I thought that was good writing. What made me wonder was if the crocodile was actually going to kill the monkey and bring the heart or if he is going to ignore his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The part that puzzeld me was when the crocodile actually asked for the monkey's heart which was his friend. If someone would have told me to get something from my best friend I would say "I can't get that but I can do something else that can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I liked the part when the monkey shared his food with the crocodile and the crocodile's wife. I thought it was nice of him to share food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I also liked the part when they just introduce theirselves in a very polite way and they got along together just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I thought this story was great. I think&amp;nbsp;I could not write better. I enjoyed this story as much as I enjoy&amp;nbsp;playing outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Rajpreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-7320799215189387336?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/7320799215189387336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/7320799215189387336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fable-monkey-and-crocodile-rajpreet.html' title='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Rajpreet'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-550432097719114371</id><published>2009-11-27T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:55:34.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Emperor&apos;s New Suit'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Emperor's New Suit - Jessica</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While I was reading a fable called &lt;i&gt;The Emperor's New Suit&lt;/i&gt; by Hans Christian Anderson I realized that I have read it before in a picture book when I was younger. I do not think that this story was any different than the one I read in the picture book.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This story is one of my favourite stories ever. I like it so much because I think it gives a great message, don't be greedy and also it is very funny and entertaining because you know the clothes the swindlers are making fake but everybody else doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One part of the story that surprised me was when the child told the emperor that he wasn't wearing any clothes. It surprised me because I thought everyone knew what the swindlers had told them "anyone who can't see these clothes means they are unfit for their office or&amp;nbsp;is stupid." So I thought nobody had the guts to call themselves stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-550432097719114371?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/550432097719114371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/550432097719114371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fable-emperors-new-suit-jessica.html' title='Fable: The Emperor&apos;s New Suit - Jessica'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-4769868068670959887</id><published>2009-11-27T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:50:45.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Kiara</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am reading a text called "The Monkey and the Crocodile. It is a happy story and sort of sad too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The part that shocked me was when at the end when the crocodile was going to feed his best friend the monkey to his wife. The part that I liked was when in the beginning the monkey was sharing his fruit with a crocodile that was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The part I thought was hilarious was when the story said that "The wife pretended to fall very sick." I really enjoyed it and I hope you enjoy it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The part that surprised me was when the crocodile told his wife that he could not eat his best friend. I thought that was brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I really liked how the author used some words like grateful, flattered, and possibly. I thought the authors words that he used were great vocabulary words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-4769868068670959887?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4769868068670959887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/4769868068670959887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fable-monkey-and-crocodile-kiara.html' title='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Kiara'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-8856396327085902846</id><published>2009-11-27T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:39:51.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Rollin</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am reading a fable text called "T&lt;i&gt;he Monkey And the Crocodile&lt;/i&gt;" by Rohini Chowdhury. I have never heard of this author so&amp;nbsp;I'm looking forward to reading this story.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I first read the title I made a prediction that there was going to be a crocodile that would eat the monkey. When I read the first paragraph it had said that the monkey had no family, that made me ask 2 questions, where was the monkey born? How was the monkey born?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thought it was very kind of the crocodile to make friends with the monkey because most crocodile stories and real life crocodiles would eat the monkey. In paragraph 3 I started to wonder if crocodiles really do eat fruit because I don't know that much about crocodiles. I never thought a river would run out of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I didn't like the crocodile's wife. She was very mean because what if it was her friend that the husband wanted to eat? If I were this male crocodile, I'd hate to admit it I would've chosen my friend. I just don't know why the male would still love her. It's his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My favourite part of this fable was when the monkey and the crocodile became friends. I really enjoyed that part because that was the monkey's first and &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  When I read the title I thought it was a little dull but then when I actually read the text I thought it was very interesting, parts like "If you love me you will get your friend the monkey and let me eat his heart." I thought this sounded mysterious and made me wonder who he would choose and what would happen! I love reading books like this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  If you read this I hope you enjoyed it because it got my attention!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Your student,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Rollin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-8856396327085902846?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/8856396327085902846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/8856396327085902846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fable-monkey-and-crocodile-rollin.html' title='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile - Rollin'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5013908539284735961</id><published>2009-11-27T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:22:36.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Monkey and the Crocodile'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Monkey &amp; the Crocodile - James</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The monkey and the crocodile is a great story. I think the lesson here is "when you're in a sticky situation you need to think fast or there might be consequences".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Also I like the writer's feeling. I think he thinks all animals should be friends but that can't happen or it will upset the balance of nature. That's why he figured it out at the end and that's why they broke up at the end but he wanted it to be interesting so he made it so he needed a monkey's heart to cure his wife's illness. Like I don't even believe he thought it was true like who would believe that but its kind of funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Later well actually earlier the "Crocodile was apelled." I wonder what apelled means maybe repelled. Anyways it's a real good story. Thank you and have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5013908539284735961?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5013908539284735961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5013908539284735961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fable-monkey-crocodile-james.html' title='Fable: The Monkey &amp; the Crocodile - James'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-953200033218537069</id><published>2009-11-19T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:23:03.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fable: The Emperor&apos;s New Suit'/><title type='text'>Fable: The Emperor's New Suit  By: Hans Christian Andersen - Yasmine</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm reading a Text called "The Emperors New Suit" by Hans Christian Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have read lots of other stories by Hans Christian Anderson,&amp;nbsp;one of them is "The Ugly Duckling".&amp;nbsp; I have noticed that he writes fairytales/fables alot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can make a connection to his life and this text because in this text. The emperor is always obsessed with clothing and so am I. And I can connect to his life because he had a half sister and I have a half sister named Stephanie Marie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went on Wikipedia to find other books that he wrote and I&amp;nbsp;am looking forward to reading&amp;nbsp; his other books "The Little Mermaid, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Snow Queen." &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can relate to&amp;nbsp;"The Emperor's New&amp;nbsp;Suit"&amp;nbsp;because I have watched a show called "The Emperor's New School." In the show and the book the emperors are both selfish and greedy. They both just think about clothes and looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I like this book and I recommend it for any ages.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yasmine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-953200033218537069?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/953200033218537069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/953200033218537069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/fable-emperors-new-suit-by-hans.html' title='Fable: The Emperor&apos;s New Suit  By: Hans Christian Andersen - Yasmine'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-2446562254286298142</id><published>2009-11-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:20:04.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: Oliver is a Sissy'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: Oliver Button is a Sissy By:Tommie DePaola - Melody</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading "&lt;b&gt;Oliver is a Sissy&lt;/b&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;Tommie dePaola.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never read a story by him other than now but I&lt;br /&gt;would like to read another because he sounds like a great&lt;br /&gt;writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to Oliver because I used to be bullied by a&lt;br /&gt;girl named Morgan. She used to call me names like french fry&lt;br /&gt;and shorty. It didn't make me feel too good so I know how he&lt;br /&gt;felt because I have been bullied to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can predict that there will be a another talent show and&lt;br /&gt;he will become a super star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike this book because it is really easy and how it made&lt;br /&gt;me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this book because it shows that bullying is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-2446562254286298142?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2446562254286298142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2446562254286298142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-book-oliver-button-is-sissy.html' title='Picture Book: Oliver Button is a Sissy By:Tommie DePaola - Melody'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-1457945462863629979</id><published>2009-11-12T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:22:10.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: A Shelter in Our Car'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: A Shelter in Our Car  By: Elaine Pedlar - Rajpreet</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Shelter in Our Car&lt;/span&gt;". This book is written by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elaine Pedlar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how the police man helped the girl find her mom because she was hurt and and she was scared to go back because of the boys that were bullying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for the mom and the girl because they hardly have any food and they are homeless.  I also dislike when the girl gets bullied  from the boy at her school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the ending because it is a happy ending. In the ending  the girls mom finds a home for her and the girl and her mom even finds a job. Her job is to help people find homes like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would read more of her books because they have lots of feelings to the book and since this book has a happy ending maybe her other books have good happy endings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Rajpreet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-1457945462863629979?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/1457945462863629979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/1457945462863629979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-book-shelter-in-our-car-by.html' title='Picture Book: A Shelter in Our Car  By: Elaine Pedlar - Rajpreet'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-6470571776080776747</id><published>2009-11-11T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:21:46.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: Miss. Nelson is Missing'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: Miss. Nelson is Missing By: James Marshall - Allison</title><content type='html'>Dear Ms. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days I've been reading "&lt;b&gt;Miss. Nelson is Missing&lt;/b&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;James Marshall. &lt;/i&gt;This is one of my favourite books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Allard makes very interesting pictures. He puts so much detail into his pictures. Like in the text it says"The kids in room 207 were acting up again.S pitballs were stuck to the ceiling, paper airplanes whizzed through the air." I like that in stories. It always makes me want to read the book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What puzzled me about the book was that the kids were goofing off right in front of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that after Miss.Nelson acted like Miss. Swamp and Miss. Nelson came back all of the kids acted like angels. Because they got taught their lesson...Not to goof off in Miss. Nelson's class. Thank you! I hope you like this book as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-6470571776080776747?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6470571776080776747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/6470571776080776747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-book-miss-nelson-is-missing-by.html' title='Picture Book: Miss. Nelson is Missing By: James Marshall - Allison'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5094264852120911178</id><published>2009-11-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:21:23.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: The Stranger'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: The Stranger By: Chris Van Allsburg - Rollin</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs.Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out this great book called "&lt;b&gt;The Stranger&lt;/b&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;Chris Van Allsburg&lt;/i&gt;. I picked this because the title sounded interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the starting too, the book is about this stranger that farmer Bailey hit by his car. I found this book very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were parts that puzzled me. I just wasn't sure what the author was trying to say. Parts confused me and made me ask questions. Why didn't the stranger sweat? Why did he blow on the leaf? I thought that was meaningless and why did the stranger leave? Did he recover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered when the stranger will heal. I don't understand why the rabbits liked the stranger so much. Also in the book it says farmer Bailey occasionally stopped to rest but the stranger didn't even sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said the stranger would be healed in days instead of weeks. Why would the Bailey's let the stranger stay there at their house? They don't know anything about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book "The Stranger" was confusing but I still enjoyed it plus I enjoyed the pictures they explained what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Student,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5094264852120911178?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5094264852120911178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5094264852120911178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-book-stranger-by-chris-van.html' title='Picture Book: The Stranger By: Chris Van Allsburg - Rollin'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-2365836152772677571</id><published>2009-11-11T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:20:56.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: Little Red Riding Hood'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: Little Red Riding Hood By: James Mashall - Makenna</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs. Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a book called "&lt;b&gt;Little Red Riding Hood&lt;/b&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;James Mashall&lt;/i&gt;. I have read a book by this James Mashall, and I like to read books by this author because he seems to twist around the middle and the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the text it says Little Red Riding Hoods mom makes custard to give to her sick grandmother. The "Little Red Riding Hood" I have always heard they bake cookies to give to her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Little Red Ring Hood entered the deepest darkest part of the woods she said she was very scared. I know I would be scared as well if I was alone in the deepest darkest part of the woods too. In the woods she met up with a large wolf. If I ran into a large wolf I would be really scared! The wolf was playing a trick on Little Red Riding Hood. He was planning to eat Little Red Riding Hood! The wolf acted very polite and nice so Little Red Riding Hood would not suspect anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf snuck into the grandma's house and ate her up without chewing! Then Little Red Riding Hood appeared and the wolf ate her up as well. Then the huntsman saved the grandma and little Red Riding Hood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the other version better but I really like the author's craft and how he made his own version of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makenna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-2365836152772677571?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2365836152772677571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2365836152772677571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-book-little-red-riding-hood-by.html' title='Picture Book: Little Red Riding Hood By: James Mashall - Makenna'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-5876160628740039754</id><published>2009-11-11T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:20:30.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture Book: The Three Little Pigs'/><title type='text'>Picture Book: The Three Little Pigs By:James Marshall - Jessica</title><content type='html'>Dear Mrs Hamilton,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading a book called the &lt;b&gt;Three Little Pigs&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by James Marshall&lt;/i&gt;, I realized how he had twisted around the story. Many parts were different from the original Three Little Pigs. I enjoyed it a little bit more than the original. One of the diffrences I noticed was in this story the wolf asks the last pig to go pick some fruits and vegetables but really he was going to try to eat him. Another difference I noticed was at the end of the story the pig actually ate the wolf and that is very different. Althought I was surprised when the first two pigs were eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the begining of the story I predicted that it would be a little different then the original because I have read story's by James Marshall before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that surprised me was when the pig arrived an hour before he was supposed to when the wolf and him were going to go turnip picking. I think he did it because he knew the wolf was going to try to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the story I noticed that the two brothers that made their houses out of weak materials ended up being eaten. Yet the brother who made his house out of a strong material ate the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-5876160628740039754?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5876160628740039754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/5876160628740039754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/11/picture-book-three-little-pigs-byjames.html' title='Picture Book: The Three Little Pigs By:James Marshall - Jessica'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-7905619646631238285</id><published>2009-09-02T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:28:36.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading Responses'/><title type='text'>How to write a reading response</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dear Students,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;This year, you will post reading response blogs, in the form of an informal letter, about the books you have read or are in the middle of reading. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Your reading responses should include some of the ideas listed below while giving specific examples.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tell what you like or dislike about a      book an why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tell about parts of your book that      puzzled you or made you ask  &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tell what you noticed about the      characters, such as what made &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;them act as they did or how they changed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about something in      the book that surprised you or that &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you found interesting&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write your predictions and      about whether your predictions were &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask for help in figuring      out the meaning of your book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell about the connections      that you made while reading the &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tell how it reminds you of yourself, of people you &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;know, or of something that happened in your life. It might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;remind you of other books, especially the characters, the  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;events, or the setting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about the author’s      style and how it makes you feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about the language      the author used and why you think the &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;author wrote this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Write about the author’s craft - what was effective about the&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;way the author wrote.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Hamilton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;(Reading Response idea from Fontas and Pinnell)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-7905619646631238285?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/7905619646631238285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/7905619646631238285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/09/yodio-teacher-bio.html' title='How to write a reading response'/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352723874419906923.post-2304708297147300302</id><published>2009-08-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:57:56.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5352723874419906923-2304708297147300302?l=thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2304708297147300302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5352723874419906923/posts/default/2304708297147300302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehamiltonhuddle.blogspot.com/2009/08/submitted-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. Hamilton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
