… and an extra “o” to “to” in order to make it into more than enough water. Unless, J meant that she drank while going to and arriving at much water.
Dear Oak,
Bugs! Bugs! Glorious bugs! Oh wait, that’s the mud song, but I’m fascinated by the bugs. Did you see the scorpions? Not just one, but two! They looked like scorpions. Mama Mary agreed, but neither of us had heard of scorpions living in Woodland. And they were scorpions, but not harmful to humans though they curl and point their tail to say, “This is my body. This is my space.”
We crowded around to watch them, but we watched with care, caring for them and caring for us. They are so little, and we are so big. Then there were the potato bugs. They mash their teeth and smile their terrible smiles and say, “This is my body. This is my space.” Their bite makes you feel like you have the flu. They are also good at hiding and have stripey bottoms that might make someone think they sting like a bee or wasp.
We also watched them with care. And I said a little word of thanks for the cleaning jobs they do. I wonder what stories the bugs have to tell.
Love,
Teacher Michelle