1. Creative Me: Parker Caleshu See me playing guitar on YouTube http://youtu.be/ceUBAUYJJAA http://youtu.be/ceUBAUYJJAA

2. My Story: THE HORN FINDERS! What we do: The Horn Finders are a group of 2 men that travel the world collecting ancient horns that have great power. We fight our enemies that grow and grow until this year they’ve recruited 7000 men!!! How we survive: We have to survive out in the wild with no food so we have to kill anything we can find including sheep, cows, ponies and stray dogs. We drink from lakes and make coats out of sheeps wool!!! Our first horn: One day we were walking through the woods after just killing a pack of hungry hellhounds and we came across this broken horn. As we collected ancient horns I suggested that we bring it back to our base and check it out. It turned out that the horn we had found was none other than the mighty minatour horn that had ancient power! It was as sharp as a hyperblade and as twisted as a slimy noodle… dark as a piece of pitch black coal, and able to disintegrate enemies by simply pointed in their direction. … STORY CONTINUES NEXT PAGE!

3. ‘The Horn Finders’ continued… Our second horn: The week before last we were walking over the moutains and we came across the ancient sea god horn that will give you strength and power. You can take and carry your power around but sometimes your strength will get to strong and you might hurt yourself. We found out that the ancient sea god and Hercules had a fight and Hercules snapped the god’s horn off. Our third and final horn: For our final horn we were up on the moors and we came upon a strange horn. We took it back to our lab and discovered the best thing ever. We had found the horn that came from the horses of Tatarus. Not only that but it was the final piece of the horn trio!!!

4. My Poem: ‘I like Jaffa Cakes and Rafa does too’ Rafa does split steps and he follows through. The spin on the ball makes the green look blue. He’s a power baseliner and I am too. Rafa’s bandana has a Nike swoosh. When I hit the ball over the wall it gets lost in the bush. Silence in the stands, says the umpire, Shussssh! Put your hands up if you think that a Jaffa is a cake! Take care of your body or you might fall in a lake. Make friends with your opponent and give them a Flake. No mopin’ at the U.S. open – No waggin’ your tongue at Wimbledon! Winning this grand slam won’t get you four runs. Put your hands up if you think that a Jaffa is a biscuit or a bun!