My father grows beans in our small (11). Last Sunday I helped him for two hours. Many small (12) live there. Ants walk in a long (13) under the tree, and bees fly from flower to flower. A yellow (14) flew near me and then rested on my hand for a (15). My father says we should not kill them. They help the plants grow, so they are really important. I certainly agree with him.
Last Saturday our class went to an (16) park downtown. Our teacher told us not to speak loudly because noise makes the animals afraid. First we saw a big brown (17) sleeping under a tree. Then a (18) took a banana from a boy's hand. My best friend liked the (19) best because it slept in the tree all day. Before we left, we said (20) to the deer and walked to the bus. We all agreed it was a wonderful day.