<?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-1085435600878874947</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:25:54.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRETTS STORIES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085435600878874947.post-2993222611320328881</id><published>2010-09-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:54:15.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First week of High School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My first week of high school was awesome it was hard to adjust at first but now it is awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was scared that i might not survive the week but i did!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-2993222611320328881?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/2993222611320328881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=2993222611320328881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/2993222611320328881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/2993222611320328881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2010/09/high-school.html' title='High School'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-2462473917576857889</id><published>2009-06-18T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:53:46.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpSYlU9sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/as3AcK3odIA/s1600-h/senteo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348773640757638850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpSYlU9sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/as3AcK3odIA/s320/senteo-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpGorbleI/AAAAAAAAABI/a21YPFjfWLE/s1600-h/SMARTBoard690_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348773438919775714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpGorbleI/AAAAAAAAABI/a21YPFjfWLE/s320/SMARTBoard690_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpCObiSeI/AAAAAAAAABA/mLrwHnFnRBs/s1600-h/AirLinerAngleView_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348773363154307554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpCObiSeI/AAAAAAAAABA/mLrwHnFnRBs/s320/AirLinerAngleView_lrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqncYCDVSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k65g1p6L19I/s1600-h/Z3CA74MGB6CA3QIS8BCAZ4BCJBCATR12BLCAVVBH5KCAOHZD5PCAFPCBHNCAIS23K1CAKSXRKNCAUONBCACAG0W26PCAIQJ958CA0MGCIGCAWERE0ECATW2Z5ECABEEYJUCASPMMRUCAGV4L3KCA0TALBJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing about the Smart Board is, it is so easy to use and so interactive. The senteos are better than using a pencil because they are more interactive than a pencil. I can pay more attention to the Smart Board than a teacher talking because it is more fun to interact with it than writing on a peice of paper. It would be so cool if every class next year would get a Smart Board in every class next year. P.S. The Airliner is very awesome because you can use the Smart Board and the Airliner insted of standing up at the Smart Board pressing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-2462473917576857889?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/2462473917576857889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=2462473917576857889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/2462473917576857889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/2462473917576857889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2009/06/smart-board.html' title='Smart Board'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SjqpSYlU9sI/AAAAAAAAABQ/as3AcK3odIA/s72-c/senteo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1085435600878874947.post-567158549794397706</id><published>2009-05-07T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:04:15.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite day ever</title><content type='html'>My Favorite Day Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My favorite day ever was when I got Jaspyr.  It all started at my house.  I was playing my Xbox 360, when I thought we should go to the Humane Society.  My mom asked, “Why?” I said, “To get a dog.”  My mom said, “Maybe.”  Three weeks later, we went to the Humane Society and we were there for 2 hours.  I found an Australian Shepard, and it was 12 months old.  Her left eye is white and her right eye is brown.  She has a black and white coat.  She is very energetic and hyper.   I chose her that day.  We took her home. She didn’t know what to think of her new home, she really loves her new home right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Brett Kentz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-567158549794397706?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/567158549794397706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=567158549794397706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/567158549794397706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/567158549794397706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-favorite-day-ever.html' title='My Favorite day ever'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-8242215302578641827</id><published>2009-01-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:28:04.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Holidays</title><content type='html'>Christmas Holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best Christmas holiday ever! First of all, I went to my cousins’ farm in Reddeer, Alberta. It was so much fun because we went tubing behind a quad! We went zip-lining, and we played rock band. Later that week, it was Christmas! On Christmas day I got to open my presents! My best gift was Guitar Hero World Tour from my parents. On New years I didn’t do anything special just played Fall out 3 and also Guitar Hero World Tour. On the last weekend I went to Saskadet. We made rockets, played tackle football, slept in barracks, and we got so much food you would get full in minutes! It was the best Christmas holiday ever because I did so much stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Brett&lt;br /&gt;Edited By: Mrs. Perrey, Tanner, and Jacob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-8242215302578641827?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/8242215302578641827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=8242215302578641827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/8242215302578641827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/8242215302578641827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-holidays.html' title='Christmas Holidays'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-7585006059534259850</id><published>2008-12-09T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:29:16.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Boyer and Barbra</title><content type='html'>Bob Boyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi I am doing a review on Bob Boyer the famous aboriginal artist. He was born in Saskatchewan in 1948. His real name is Robert James. He graduated from the Regina Campus of the University of Saskatchewan with a Bachelor of education in 1917.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite painting was A Small Pox Issue. It was made in 1983, and it was made out of oil with rawhide on a blanket. We made a picture and it was a reflection image. It was pretty fun because we had so many materials to work with. Because of all of that I would give it a 4 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a review on Barbra. I thought I would see a picture of old Regina. I actually saw paper stacked up as buildings. What my class did to help out was to make paper origami. I hope you liked my review. I would give it a 4 out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-7585006059534259850?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/7585006059534259850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=7585006059534259850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/7585006059534259850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/7585006059534259850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2008/12/bob-boyer-barbra.html' title='Bob Boyer and Barbra'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-7478102091465530976</id><published>2008-11-20T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:40:03.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet</title><content type='html'>Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Extra Extra read all about it! St. Gregory went to a ballet performence!&lt;br /&gt;Our school went to a ballet at the Performing Art Center.  The grades that went were 3-8.  There were three different ballet dances, and there was rock, romantic, Boc, Queen, and some ballerina music from Sleeping Beauty.  Some pros and cons are, the songs were not the best, the dance moves were okay, and there was lots of good clothing.&lt;br /&gt;I would give it a, 2 out of 4 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my review&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Brett Kentz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-7478102091465530976?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/7478102091465530976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=7478102091465530976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/7478102091465530976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/7478102091465530976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2008/11/ballet.html' title='Ballet'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-1377315230600102031</id><published>2008-11-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:39:26.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cut and paste poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i picked a fight with a kite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i burried my child with pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every child so dull and blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will able to see soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Brett Kentz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-1377315230600102031?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/1377315230600102031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=1377315230600102031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/1377315230600102031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/1377315230600102031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2008/11/cut-and-paste-poem.html' title='cut and paste poem'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-4237655654102860950</id><published>2008-11-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:38:15.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw the mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beautiful mountains with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an avalanche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By: Brett kentz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-4237655654102860950?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/4237655654102860950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=4237655654102860950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/4237655654102860950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/4237655654102860950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2008/11/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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-1085435600878874947.post-3944601506650587292</id><published>2008-11-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:03:07.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsarkoe Selo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SSHp3L8f_7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DpDfuqfbKYo/s1600-h/martynov8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269750173308813234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SSHp3L8f_7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DpDfuqfbKYo/s320/martynov8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SR3ud-fmEHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L6rQVd2jqTw/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SR3uTWG1E4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/wzhjKp-Guks/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsarkoe Selo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day at The Great Lake because it was warm and partly cloudy. There were people playing and children playing at a work party. The people at the work party are John, Jaspyr, the Boss, and the Director. John drove there by car, the Boss flew there by jet pack, Jaspyr went there by parachute, and the Director also flew there by helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all talking about investments and taxes, and then it was 12:00 p.m. The sky got black and peoples’ hats were blown away because of the wind, and the work party was over because of the wind and it started to rain. It was 3:00 p.m. There was a thunder storm, and the power went out all over the city. Then a terrifying sound was above the city.&lt;br /&gt;The people said, “It sounds like planes!” Then all of a sudden there were bombs going off. The people at The Great Lake were terrified to death. The China army was getting there gear in Japan, but the German army attacked there base for the China army. John, Jaspyr, The Boss, and The Director are in a British secret service known as S.A.S The team was getting geared up when Germans attacked there base of operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.A.S defended there base and China also defended there base, but they lost hundreds of soldiers. The China army called the U.S. Army to help. President Bush said, “Yes, I will send everybody to help China.” A few hours late around 10:00 p.m. the thunder storm left the city, and the U.S. Army arrived. The President sat down in the black hawk in Washington DC, but he heard gunshots then all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED…&lt;br /&gt;By: Brett Kentz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edited by: Jesse Buettner, Shaya Moffat, and Mrs. Perrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1085435600878874947-3944601506650587292?l=brettsstorys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/feeds/3944601506650587292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1085435600878874947&amp;postID=3944601506650587292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/3944601506650587292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1085435600878874947/posts/default/3944601506650587292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brettsstorys.blogspot.com/2008/11/tsarkoe-selo.html' title='Tsarkoe Selo'/><author><name>Brett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08008778755410249222</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tv8KsorSGCE/SSHp3L8f_7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/DpDfuqfbKYo/s72-c/martynov8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
