<?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-9105610108177178921</id><updated>2012-02-18T11:11:23.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masse Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-543402394389505527</id><published>2009-06-18T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:56:39.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smartboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6JbJrKVSu0o/Sjqp_kznE5I/AAAAAAAAACE/KvbPmMKQ4WE/s1600-h/smartboard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6JbJrKVSu0o/Sjqp_kznE5I/AAAAAAAAACE/KvbPmMKQ4WE/s320/smartboard.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348774417132884882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked the smartboard. It made learning fun, helped me understand subjects better. Tests are really fun on the smartboard with sentios. I love doing activities on the smartboard instead of being bord sitting. I love computers and technology, the smartboard taught me some stuff like, I am better at the elements of art because of the activity we did on the smartboard I also learned more about technology like how to calibrate the smartboard, how to hook it up and more. I wish and hope someday every classroom has a smartboard learning would be some much more fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-543402394389505527?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/543402394389505527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/smartboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/543402394389505527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/543402394389505527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/06/smartboard.html' title='Smartboard'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6JbJrKVSu0o/Sjqp_kznE5I/AAAAAAAAACE/KvbPmMKQ4WE/s72-c/smartboard.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-5131241164004822916</id><published>2009-05-07T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:14:22.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Day</title><content type='html'>My favourite day was September 13/08. That was the day I moved back to Regina from Calgary. In the morning, we woke up at 6:00 am, and finished packing all of our stuff, and checked to make sure that we had everything. The best part of that morning was putting our mustang on the car trailer. When we were done we called my Uncle Marcel, and said goodbye to our neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Calgary at 9:00 am. On the way to Regina, my dad and I drove the 27 feet &lt;br /&gt;U-Haul, my grandpa, and my brother drove the 17 feet U-Haul, my grandma drove their truck hauling the van, and my mom and my sister were in our other mustang. We each had a codename for when we talked on the walky talkies. My dad’s was the mammoth, my grandpa’s was firefly, my mom’s was the golden nugget, my uncle’s was happy camper and my grandma’s was old nugget. It was a long drive, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived we had to unpack. The first thing we unpacked was our widescreen, so we could watch the football game. We are still unpacking our stuff, to this day. After we watched the game, we went over to the neighbours to say hi, and to tell them about our trip. After that long day, we were happy to be back in Regina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     By: Braden  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Editors: Haley, Jessica, Kealy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-5131241164004822916?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5131241164004822916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favourite-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/5131241164004822916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/5131241164004822916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favourite-day.html' title='My Favourite Day'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-6882924307216577567</id><published>2009-04-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:18:15.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching 12 Frogs in 12 Minutes</title><content type='html'>Catching 12 Frogs in 12 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I’m 17 year old Alex Plopper and I caught 12 frogs in 12 minutes. I work at the Amazon Zoo in Africa. I’m rich because I’m in a high paid job in the zoo called the frog catcher. I am able to plop (the sound catches the frogs) because it naturally runs in the family. When you are born you can plop instantly. I caught the frogs in a rainforest called the Rainforest. I would have caught them faster, but one was going the wrong way, so I had to chase it otherwise they come to me when I make the plop sound. To make this sound follow these instructions step 1. Shut your eyes step 2. Think of cheese. You will hear plop sounds, but it won’t come quick you have to practice 3 hours a day to eventually become professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Plopper Professional Frog Catcher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-6882924307216577567?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6882924307216577567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-12-frogs-in-12-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/6882924307216577567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/6882924307216577567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-12-frogs-in-12-minutes.html' title='Catching 12 Frogs in 12 Minutes'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-735037398224605068</id><published>2009-03-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:56:30.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watershed</title><content type='html'>Watershed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A watershed is a ridge of high land dividing two areas that are drained by different river systems. Water is important because human beings would be extinct without water because water keeps us hydrated. Trees, flowers and plants would also die without water for the same reason. Humans, trees, plants, flowers, fish, reptiles, birds and all animals need water or they will die. I interact with water everyday by taking a shower, bath, brushing my teeth and washing my hands. In some activities water is used such as fishing, swimming, water polo, playing in the snow and more. You also drink water and cook with water too. How everyone can protect there water is by not littering, not polluting, not over using water, not dumping in oceans, rivers, streams and lakes and to reduce reuse and recycle. What that will do is it will lower the amount of garbage on the ground, in the lake. Using it too much will make the water supply run out.&lt;br /&gt;Basically without water earth is doomed because earth will run out of water which stops the trees from growing. The trees make oxygen which humans and animals use to breathe. If there is no oxygen then there are no humans, reptiles and animals. So take care of water it’s important!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-735037398224605068?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/735037398224605068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/watershed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/735037398224605068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/735037398224605068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/watershed.html' title='Watershed'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-8852800274251314243</id><published>2009-01-20T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T07:28:37.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good Holiday</title><content type='html'>One Good Holiday                                       Jan.16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the best Christmas holidays ever! A few days before Christmas, my family had our own Christmas party. For the party, we had donuts for breakfast, saw Tales of Desperaux in the Galaxy and went to Red Lobster for supper. On Christmas Eve we drove around looking at the lights on peoples houses. The lights were beautiful! On Christmas Morning, my family had fun opening our gifts! A few days before school started, my dad, my dad’s friend, my brother, and I went down to S.G.I. in Moose Jaw to pick up a van that has a DVD player in it. The day before school started, my new born cousin came to visit. I can’t wait for the next Christmas Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Braden Masse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editors: Dallas, Jeffrey, Jessica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-8852800274251314243?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8852800274251314243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-good-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/8852800274251314243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/8852800274251314243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-good-holiday.html' title='One Good Holiday'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-5443577942238805023</id><published>2008-12-03T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:23:23.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara at the Art Gallery Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Barbara Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school we made cubes about a month ago for Barbara’s art piece for the art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;Barbara’s art piece was not what I thought it would be. I thought that it would have the cubes stacked up on each other and then painted, but instead it was some snap on cardboard with green on it and the cubes were on the cardboard scattered around. I liked it because of its shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating *** out of five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Braden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-5443577942238805023?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5443577942238805023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbara-at-art-gallery-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/5443577942238805023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/5443577942238805023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/barbara-at-art-gallery-review.html' title='Barbara at the Art Gallery Review'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-758828312871988598</id><published>2008-12-02T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:08:39.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Boyer at the Art Gallery Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bob Boyer Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Boyer didn’t want to become an artist. His friend signed him up&lt;br /&gt;for art university. In the end, Bob Boyer became a well known artist and a&lt;br /&gt;professor. Bob Boyer paints, beads and sews art based on animals and his life. He&lt;br /&gt;creates blankets and paintings. Bob Boyer’s art lets you decide what you think is.&lt;br /&gt;His also shows also are a lot of mirror images. My favourite painting of the Bob&lt;br /&gt;Boyer exhibit was acid rain blanket.At the top of the blanket was two no smoking&lt;br /&gt;in the center was a tipi with acid rain falling on it and at the bottom there was&lt;br /&gt;rough ground. The other paintings and blankets were mirror images and&lt;br /&gt;one was about war. All of the art pieces were to do with nature and life. We&lt;br /&gt;did two activities the first one we used fabric to make a mirror image and&lt;br /&gt;the other one we drew a mirror image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating **** out of five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By: Braden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-758828312871988598?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/758828312871988598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/bob-boyer-at-art-gallery-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/758828312871988598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/758828312871988598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/12/bob-boyer-at-art-gallery-review.html' title='Bob Boyer at the Art Gallery Review'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-6877932073162931820</id><published>2008-11-19T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:01:58.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regina Youth Ballet Review</title><content type='html'>Ballet Review  Rating * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected rock and roll music sometime in the show and that the show was well organized and the dancers were well prepared for the dances and that there was costumes. I heard&lt;br /&gt;classical, rock and roll and a different type of music. I saw some classical ballet, some ballet from a 100 years ago, a ballet about life, a ballet about rich people, a ballet about seven words( pop, trance, trot, scurry, roll, dart, bounce ) and a ballet about a ship wreck. The props were stools(the rich people ballet), Blankits ( the ballet for life )and a screen at the back with colours on it. The costumes and clothing were a pancake tutu( the classical ballet ) and wigs( the rich people ballet ) and more clothes. The lights were purple, white, yellow, blue, orange and green. There were no sets except for the back screen. My favourite parts were the scurry part of the seven word ballet because of how they moved there feet and the ballet for life because it was like a day goen by in 10 mins. and because there was rock and roll music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-6877932073162931820?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6877932073162931820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/regina-youth-ballet-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/6877932073162931820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/6877932073162931820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/regina-youth-ballet-review.html' title='Regina Youth Ballet Review'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-8784086876898994963</id><published>2008-11-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:40:51.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku Poem</title><content type='html'>Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see trees grow&lt;br /&gt;summer, fall, winter and spring&lt;br /&gt;trees are big and small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:Braden Masse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-8784086876898994963?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8784086876898994963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiku-poem_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/8784086876898994963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/8784086876898994963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiku-poem_18.html' title='Haiku Poem'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-5108729268832668895</id><published>2008-11-18T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:41:11.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut and Paste Poem</title><content type='html'>Peppermint Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smoke sidewalk asphalt at peppermint place with moon bird flowers.&lt;br /&gt;The sidewalk pits end where crimson street begins.&lt;br /&gt;Watch grass burn,winds blow, chalk-white leaves walk down the street,&lt;br /&gt;black sidewalk bends,measure the slow soft wind.&lt;br /&gt;The sun rests past arrow place.&lt;br /&gt;Let us grow there from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by:Braden Masse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-5108729268832668895?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/5108729268832668895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiku-poem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/5108729268832668895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/5108729268832668895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiku-poem.html' title='Cut and Paste Poem'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9105610108177178921.post-7668847854401997392</id><published>2008-11-04T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:41:36.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6JbJrKVSu0o/SROTGkL28MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTIfm7ixloc/s1600-h/cattle+at+a+stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265714130328154306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6JbJrKVSu0o/SROTGkL28MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTIfm7ixloc/s320/cattle+at+a+stream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there were two boys. Well I guess they are 45 years old, so they’re men. Their names are Marty and James. One day they felt like being young, so they met up at Bullwinkle’s Balloons to get balloons. After, they decided to go to the carnival outside of Calgary. On the way to the carnival all of the sudden the police started to chase Marty and James. Marty was so afraid that he went into a field where cattle eat. They got out of the car and ran for their lives. They lost the police, but then they heard an old mans voice. They saw a big sign that said “This is Old Man Herman’s property! Stay off!” They just happened to have cow costumes in their backpack because Marty loves cows. They put them on and walked over to the cattle to blend in. Before you know it old man Herman was right in front of them feeding the cattle hay. All of a sudden he gave James hay. James is allergic to hay. He sneezes really loud. James sneezed so loud that their costumes popped off. Old Man Herman found out and wasn’t happy. Marty and James ran to their car and drove off. They decided that they weren’t going to the carnival after all. Instead they were going back to Calgary. When they were just entering Calgary they saw a road block of police. James and Marty got out of the car and put their hands up. The police yelled, “You are going to jail for stealing a balloon from Bullwinkle’s Balloons.” James asked Marty “Marty didn’t you pay for the balloons.” Marty replied “Oops” The next day Marty and James were in court and were declared guilty. Marty and James went to jail for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;The End &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Braden Masse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editors: Dallas, Austin and Parker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9105610108177178921-7668847854401997392?l=massestories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7668847854401997392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanted.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/7668847854401997392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9105610108177178921/posts/default/7668847854401997392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Braden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562479772865649398</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6JbJrKVSu0o/SROTGkL28MI/AAAAAAAAAAc/zTIfm7ixloc/s72-c/cattle+at+a+stream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
