<?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-2434726878320753734</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:15:39.243+10:00</updated><category term='Artemis Fowl'/><category term='Treacle'/><category term='Discovery channel'/><category term='dad'/><category term='Tassie Devil'/><category term='WW1'/><category term='Ned Kelly'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='black holes'/><category term='crazy Saturday'/><category term='the Scottish play'/><category term='Boer War'/><category term='sci fi'/><category term='Australia'/><category term='books.'/><category term='trains'/><category term='Gallipoli'/><category term='China.'/><category term='mum'/><category 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href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-970264115169203701</id><published>2010-05-14T11:01:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:58:49.696+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edmund Blunden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Midnight Skaters'/><title type='text'>The Midnight Skaters</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to talk about Edmund Blunden's master piece "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Midnight Skaters&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is Edmund Blunden's poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hop-poles stand in cones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   The icy pond lurks under,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pole-tops steeple to the thrones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But not the tallest there, 'tis said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Could fathom to this pond's black bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then is not death at watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Within those secret waters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What wants he but to catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Earth's heedless sons and daughters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With but a crystal parapet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between, he has his engines set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then on, blood shouts, on, on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Twirl, wheel and whip above him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Use him as though you love him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Court him, elude him, reel and pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   And let him hate you through the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of this poem is about how we come close to death throughout our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am going to explain the meanings of some of the verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hop-poles stand in cones,&lt;/span&gt;(hop poles are the poles that the hop plant [the plant the use to brew beer] is trained to grow upon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The icy pond lurks under, &lt;/span&gt;(the meaning of this verse is that the pond is frozen over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The pole-tops steeple to the thrones &lt;/span&gt;(the meaning of steeple is that it is a pointed roof or surface)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But not the tallest there, 'tis said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Could fathom to this pond's black bed.&lt;/span&gt;(these two verses mean that the tallest person there would not be able to the bottom of the pond) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then is not death at watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Within those secret waters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What wants he but to catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Earth's heedless sons and daughters?&lt;/span&gt; (these verses mean that the ice is thin and that the water below the ice is so cold that it could easily kill a person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With but a crystal parapet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Between, he has his engines set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then on, blood shouts, on, on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Twirl, wheel and whip above him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Use him as though you love him;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Court him, elude him, reel and pass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   And let him hate you through the glass.&lt;/span&gt;(this part means that those who are skating on the ice are courting with death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for me, but click &lt;a href="http://kotare.typepad.com/thestrategist/2007/07/the-midnight-sk.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you want to find out more about Edmund Blunden.&lt;br /&gt;See ya later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-970264115169203701?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/970264115169203701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=970264115169203701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/970264115169203701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/970264115169203701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2010/05/midnight-skaters.html' title='The Midnight Skaters'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-2256203112929929468</id><published>2010-05-06T10:29:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:34:38.873+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macbeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Scottish play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>The Scottish play</title><content type='html'>Hello, today I'm going to talk about the little known facts about*ahem* Macbeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm going to talk about Macbeth (yes I said it again so sue me) is because Mum has been getting me to read the book about it (and I might add that I like it).&lt;br /&gt;She also wants me to write up about the history of Mac- "The Scottish Play" for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, I might add that I am going to be talking about the real Macbeth, who was a real Scottish King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth was the last Celtic king of Scotland and his reign lasted from 1040 to 1057.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that "Duncan" was also a real person and was the cousin of Macbeth (I'm mostly doing this to stir up any Thespians who might be reading this blog post) and reigned from 1034 to 1040.&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth (every time I say that a Thespian screams) was apparently descended from royalty, and the same for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth (hark, music to my ears, I think I hear another Thespian is screaming) made claims that Duncan was not the rightful king of Scotland because he was the grandson of Malcolm II, because "the usual principle of succession required that the crown pass to a  collateral of the king, not to heirs of the direct line"(with thanks to&lt;a href="http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G2-3404704069.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Encyclopedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) and so Macbeth won the crown after he slayed Duncan Bothgowanan in 1040.&lt;br /&gt;During Macbeths reign, Duncans father, Abbot Crinan, led the one native uprising.&lt;br /&gt;After this, the Scottish kingdom was so peaceful, Macbeth decided to take a pilgrimage to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;An invasion from Northumberland in the name of Duncans son Malcolm (later known as Malcolm the III) was repulsed in 1050.&lt;br /&gt;A second invasion in 1057 was successful;  Macbeth fell in battle and Malcolm was able to inaugurate the Canmore dynasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5nlx2XzP-4&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;if you want to watch Macbeth in 96 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2256203112929929468?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2256203112929929468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2256203112929929468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2256203112929929468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2256203112929929468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2010/05/scottish-play.html' title='The Scottish play'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1168281400362020625</id><published>2010-05-04T10:17:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:52:01.297+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volcanoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geography'/><title type='text'>Volcanoes</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to talk about how volcanoes have effected people through the ages, from the recent Icelandic volcano to the lesser known facts about the Krakatoa volcano.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I am going to talk about the recently erupted Iceland volcano.&lt;br /&gt;We all know (and I mean  those who haven't been under a rock for the last couple of  weeks) that the Icelandic volcano has caused havoc all over Europe and the rest of the world with the airports.&lt;br /&gt;What some people may not know ("people" as in those who didn't pay attention to their Geography teachers) is that the volcano is not just spewing lava, but is also sending up tiny particles of ash and volcanic glass.&lt;br /&gt;It is the tiny particles of this volcanic glass that is the reason for all of the planes to be grounded.&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is that the glass gets sucked into the engines, and then (because of the heat they produce) the glass melts.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're probably thinking that the glass would then become runny and drip out of the engine, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, the answer is, no.&lt;br /&gt;This is because the glass then hardens again, and damages the (might I add, EXPENSIVE!) engines by jamming it so that it stops, or braking the (VERY EXPENSIVE!) fins used in the engine to help produce the thrust that is needed to keep the air-plane up in the air (or else these planes would then be known as "ground-planes").&lt;br /&gt;And so that is why the Icelandic volcano is such a headache for airports and airport staff all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to talk about the lesser known facts about Krakatoa.&lt;br /&gt;On the 27th of August, 1883, the Island of Krakatoa experienced a number of blasts that eventually resulted in the famous explosion.&lt;br /&gt;Many volcanoes usually have one form of volcanic activity, weather it be pyroclastic flows, volcanic bombs or tsunamis, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The thing with Krakatoa is that it had all three of the listed things above.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to remember about Krakatoa is that it wasn't just a volcano, it was also an island.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the explosion of Krakatoa was the largest that has ever been recorded (though I'm pretty sure my mums farts would be just as powerful).&lt;br /&gt;The remains of Krakatoa lie next to two islands, Lang and Verlaten.&lt;br /&gt;These three islands used to be apart of a super volcanic island until it exploded in 416A.D, which was recorded in Javanese scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;According to these scriptures, most of the volcanic island collapsed into a 7km long caldera ( for those of you who don't know or doesn't pay attention to their geography, this is a volcanic feature formed when land around a volcano collapses after an eruption) beneath Rakata on Krakatoa, thus forming the three present islands (Rakata is a collapsed Indonesian island of Krakatoa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just about finished for today, so I'll see ya later!!!&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica,  sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1168281400362020625?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1168281400362020625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1168281400362020625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1168281400362020625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1168281400362020625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2010/05/volcanoes.html' title='Volcanoes'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5598826017106346530</id><published>2010-05-03T13:15:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:00:42.450+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Map Makers</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have watched a TV show on the History Channel about the maps from the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/"&gt;MAP&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/"&gt;MAKERS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In this show they explained about how modern map making came to be and how and why America was named and found.&lt;br /&gt;This also explained about the medieval maps and views about the world.&lt;br /&gt;What I especially loved about this program was that it talked about the maps and the information surrounding these maps in great detail.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information about the maps also included the map maker and &lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/4034/vespucci.html"&gt;Amerigo Vespucci&lt;/a&gt;, who is the man who really discovered America.&lt;br /&gt;This program also explained how the people of that time believed that there was only three continents (Europe, Asia, and Africa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5598826017106346530?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5598826017106346530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5598826017106346530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian school'/><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to talk about what I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I got up early to catch the bus to Russian school ( at around 7 o'clock!).&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I realized I had slept in and arrived late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit from Mum -*snort* what gave you that idea...the three wake up calls, the nagging or the sun well over the horizon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watch a 1950's Russian movie for listening and comprehension practice and then after that I had to write down Russian words during dictation.&lt;br /&gt;At lunch break some friends and I went to the basketball stadium and watched some basketball(on the weekends the school hosts basketball matches and training).&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we had to play something like Simon says, but in Russian of course!&lt;br /&gt;When Russian school was finished Dad and I caught the bus back to the local train station then got on another bus to gem (lapidary) club.&lt;br /&gt; I finished off a cabochon made out of volcanic glass and looked at some rocks and collected off-cuts from the cutting room bin.&lt;br /&gt;After we had finished up Dad and I went home in time for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4458038512644473514?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4458038512644473514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4458038512644473514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't been blogging for a while, it's just that I've been busy doing my university assignments lately that i haven't had enough time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've got to sign off now, but I'll write up another blog post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7572981975159350640?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7572981975159350640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7572981975159350640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7572981975159350640'/><link rel='self' 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height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been doing some research for my second unit for my Uni, which is about my local area.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been learning the Russian language  on Saturdays.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I go to Gem club where I learn about all kinds of rocks.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever last friday of ever month I go to Field Naturalists club, where we go out and learn about Animals and plants.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also joined some History groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1209956958112643050?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1209956958112643050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1209956958112643050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1209956958112643050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1209956958112643050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-ive-been-doing.html' title='What I&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4735865920312957778</id><published>2009-03-20T14:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:19:00.049+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-history'/><title type='text'>The lecture last night What killed the Mega Fauna?</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'am back, and I'll first tell you why I hadn't posted for a while.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was busy doing a University unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you what I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting about a lecture I went to last night.&lt;br /&gt;The lecture was called, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHO KILLED THE MEGA FAUNA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it was at the Melbourne Museum, in the Discovery Center.&lt;br /&gt;The man that hosted it was the same man that discovered the Gogo fish.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about all of the rich Mega Fauna deposits all around Central Australia and around the Southen part of Australia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about MOUMOTH CAVE, and how whole caverns were filled with Mega Fauna bones.&lt;br /&gt;He also talked about some of the animals that lived in that time.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was a giant flightless bird that was bigger than the 3 meter tall emu that lived in that time.&lt;br /&gt;The giant flightless bird was actually related to ducks, and was nick-named, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE GIANT DEMON DUCK OF DOOM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. To see it's skull click &lt;a href="http://science.discovery.com/top-ten/2008/giant-beasts/giant-beasts-02.html"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also talked about one of my favourite meat-eaters of that time, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE MARSUPIAL LION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/Marsupial_Lion_skeleton_in_Naracoorte_Caves.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Marsupial_Lion_skeleton_in_Naracoorte_Caves.jpg&amp;amp;usg=__FgBdCjIu-mbY0R0PUV9DGTzxIlQ=&amp;amp;h=2616&amp;amp;w=3488&amp;amp;sz=2130&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=LG1P-5MfzYg8AM:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmarsupial%2Blion%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DX%26um%3D1"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then takled about &lt;a href="http://www.naturalworlds.org/thylacoleo/index.htm"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THYLACOLEO cave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THYLACOLEO cave is on the Nullarbor Plain.&lt;br /&gt;The cave was found by some amateur cave explorers.&lt;br /&gt;At first when they got the Paleontologist's out at the site, they were reluctant to show them because they had found a complete MARSUPIAL LION skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, he said that as soon as we came along, the Mega Fauna started to die out, but one of the ideas was that they were dying out because of us, and also because the ice age was ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end I asked 2 questions, the first was,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; " Could the Mega Fauna have died out because we humans could have spread a disease amongst them?",&lt;br /&gt;and his reply was,&lt;br /&gt;"That's a very good question, and it is possible, but because we haven't been able to get DNA from the bones, we don't know if that happened or not."&lt;br /&gt;I also asked ,&lt;br /&gt;"Could they have died because the Mega Fauna had adapted too much to the Ice Age and couldn't survive in a warmer climate?"&lt;br /&gt;And his reply was,&lt;br /&gt;"From core samples we have from Antarctica the last Ice Age was quite slow and steady in it's decline so the Mega Fauna could have adapted."&lt;br /&gt;I loved the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me for now, I'm signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4735865920312957778?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4735865920312957778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4735865920312957778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4735865920312957778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4735865920312957778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2009/03/lecture-last-night-what-killed-mega.html' title='The lecture last night What killed the Mega Fauna?'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6908660548192132813</id><published>2008-12-01T16:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:47:42.525+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog that kissed people</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a sheep dog that had been kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;The dog had been taken to the lip enlargement lab where they took the fat from your bum and put it inside your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did their strange operation and gave the dog back to its owner saying that they had found it walking along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the owner of the dog, noticed that the dog had lips.&lt;br /&gt;But he thought that it was nothing, and took the dog out to round up the owners big, fat, smelly sheep.&lt;br /&gt;As the dog went out there to round up the big, fat, smelly sheep, the dog started kissing the sheep into a tight ball in the paddock where they had to be rounded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the owner saw this, he almost fell off his motor bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, years later, he's in a crazy house, where the dog comes in and kisses him an hour everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6908660548192132813?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6908660548192132813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6908660548192132813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6908660548192132813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6908660548192132813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-that-kissed-people.html' title='The Dog that kissed people'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-490072546178159082</id><published>2008-10-21T11:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:26:30.707+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sorrento'/><title type='text'>The history of Sorrento</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to do the history of Sorrento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrento is found 112 click's from Melbourne or 90 mins in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrento's founding father was not Lieutenant-Governor David Collins who established a convict Settlement to stop the French settling there, in 1803, at Sullivan Bay.&lt;br /&gt;But the settlement only lasted 8 months because they couldn't find fresh water so they packed up in May 1804 and moved to Tasmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1872, George Selth Coppin made Sorrento into a real seaside town and he was the Founding Father of Sorrento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before the English settled the area, Bunurong people were living there, and had a Mr William Buckley, who was a convict who had gone bush, living with the Wathaurung people who lived close by.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Buckley lived with the Wathaurung people for 32 years, and in that time, he forgot how to speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mr Coppin was making Sorrento into a real seaside town, he made the Ocean Amphithearte Compny which was in real estate.&lt;br /&gt;Coppin had a paddle steamer that tourists travelled on and a steam tram that went from the pier to the Back Beach.&lt;br /&gt;All of the historic buildings and churches and the jetty were built under his supervision and seaside holiday homes, hotels, and sea baths were built.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrento became a popular tourist resort because of the many things Coppin had built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The population of Sorrento today is 1,500 and it's still a popular tourist spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going&amp;nbsp; to show you where Sorrento is on a map online&lt;a href="http://www.bcl.com.au/melbourne/about/map03.htm"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bcl.com.au/melbourne/about/map03.htm"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biblography-&lt;br /&gt;http://www.heritageaustralia.com.au/search.php?state=VIC&amp;amp;region=68&amp;amp;view=299&lt;br /&gt;http://39coppin.com/History/hist_1803.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.carmelofsorrento.com.au/sorrento.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-490072546178159082?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/490072546178159082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=490072546178159082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='history'/><title type='text'>Portland the first settlement of Victoria.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to talk about the first English settlement in Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;But first I'm going to talk about the Gunditjmara people that lived in Portland before the English arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gunditjmara people who lived in Portland farmed eels and fish, they created dams and wetlands so they could farm the eels and fish in, they also created channels to link the dams and wetlands together, and they even built stone huts in which they lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1820's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; early 1830's, whaling and sealing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;was a very popular job 'coz it paid well, but one of the best places to whale and seal was around the south of&amp;nbsp; Victoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There was also a big demand of land for farming and Settling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So, in 1800 Lieutenant James Grant went to Portland to see what he could see and then he named it, and then in the early 1830's, a few Settler's settled in Portland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They also had the main whaling industry with them, and they both helped make the whale and seal stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Along with the whaling and sealing industry, there was a family called the Henty's who were one of the first families to have grazing land and they were also one of the first families to have sheep and cattle to farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The explorer Thomas Mitchell found the Henty settlement with about 200 people living there, even though Victoria wasn't&amp;nbsp; supposed to be settled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now, here's a map of Victoria showing where Portland is :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SPwYPMU8YqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZIdsmNpa2RA/s1600-h/portlandmap.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SPwYPMU8YqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WfwrZHWkBV8/s200-R/portlandmap.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #786558;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Click on the map for a larger view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The modern &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;day Portland has grown to the population of 1200 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the year since it was first started, Portland has changed a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's got fishing, it's Harbour is deeper, and they have more job opportunities with all different industries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bibliography -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portland,_Victoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.portlandnow.net.au/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=12&amp;amp;Itemid=40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.hotkey.net.au/~jwilliams4/history.htm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://www.smh.com.au/news/Victoria/Portland/2005/02/17/1108500207208.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gunditjmara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4805520241049671888?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4805520241049671888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4805520241049671888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4805520241049671888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4805520241049671888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/10/portland-first-settlement-of-victoria.html' title='Portland the first settlement of Victoria.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SPwYPMU8YqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WfwrZHWkBV8/s72-Rc/portlandmap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8368895355323316828</id><published>2008-09-25T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:06:33.437+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><title type='text'>The return of the Bush Aliens</title><content type='html'>After the Bush Aliens were wiped out, everyone was partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there was one small thing everyone forgot, how did the Bush Aliens come back to life in the Middle Ages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the forests of Australia, where no one has come out alive, the camp of the female Bush Aliens were doing a lucky dip, if there was "MALE" written on a piece of paper, the females would turn into a Male('coz all the males were fighting that war, and if all the males are gone, some of the females turn into a male), but if it said "FEMALE", then she would stay like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partying stopped at one of the houses in the country town where the Bush Aliens had been wiped out, 'coz there was a panting at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Then, crashing through the windows were Ten Bush Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the house used his gun on them, but it didn't work, 'coz the Bush Aliens can Evolve very quickly, so their hides had become as tough as steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tried to hide, but they were all eaten.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, no one was alive in that town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the News tonight, a whole town has been wiped out by the Bush Aliens and all the neighbouring towns have been wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;Police are saying that if they get into the city, it's game over, there will be no one left alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be countinued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8368895355323316828?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8368895355323316828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8368895355323316828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8368895355323316828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8368895355323316828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/return-of-bush-aliens.html' title='The return of the Bush Aliens'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4797620546742307538</id><published>2008-09-24T14:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:19:22.474+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Great show</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw a show called &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tv/guide/netw/200809/programs/DO0720H002D23092008T200000.htm"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TWO IN THE TOP END&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( if you want to learn more about it, then click the high-lighted words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good show about two good mates, Tim Flannery and John Doyle, going around in the top end of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Last night they went to a town called &lt;a href="http://www.queenslandholidays.com.au/destinations/tropical-north-queensland/places-to-visit/normanton/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Normanton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (this link will tell you more about the town), and there was this great big, full-scale model of this Croc that was shot in 1957, and it was &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=http://www.savannahway.com.au/assets/images/krys_the_Croc.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.savannahway.com.au/site/default.asp%3FpageId%3D17&amp;amp;h=115&amp;amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=13&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__rycCXVOmYMNl-H6_Hg_M1iYemlk=&amp;amp;tbnid=VoqKAzhH5Q4AwM:&amp;amp;tbnh=51&amp;amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcrocodile%2Bkrys%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26cr%3DcountryAU%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the size of a small car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It was shot by a woman called &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2002/09/23/1032734114239.html"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Krys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that's what they called the croc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also went along a beach that had been turned to stone, and it looked like a normal beach!&lt;br /&gt;When they got on their hands and knees, they got a big hunk of it out, and the sand turned out not to be sand, but millions of tiny crushed shells and normal shells.&lt;br /&gt;The shells were cemented together by calcium from fresh water and sea water mixing with the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to a place called &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/ausbeasts/sites/riversleigh.htm"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riversleigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and showed a fossil of a croc's skull that was in a rock. They said that the croc was thousands of years old and that it ate differently to salt water croc's today. The fossil croc would slice hunks of meat off it's prey instead of doing a death roll like they do today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4797620546742307538?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4797620546742307538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4797620546742307538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4797620546742307538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4797620546742307538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-show.html' title='Great show'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3330130982014553211</id><published>2008-09-23T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:47:29.383+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Doneky voting and tsunami's.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to explain what a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DONKEY VOTE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is, and I'm also going to talk about a Tsunami that hit Sydney and also hit NZ in 1868.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I'm going to talk about what a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DONKEY VOTE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is, and no, it's not where a Donkey vote's for equal rights that we humans get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; DONKEY VOTE&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;is when the Candidates are put down on the Ballot from say, A to D, without the voter taking time to put them in the order that they really want to vote for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to talk about the Tsunami that hit NZ and Sydney in 1868.&lt;br /&gt;In August 1868, an Earthquake that was 9.0, went off on the Peru–Chile border and caused a lot of damage.&lt;br /&gt;After the Earthquake went off, it caused a massive Tsunami that hit NZ.&lt;br /&gt;It caused a lot of damage and death on the Chatham Islands and Banks Peninsula.&lt;br /&gt;When it reached Newcastle it, " Moved ships as heavy as 1000 tons to and fro" now, that's got to be a big Tsunami!&lt;br /&gt;It even caused waves 5 feet high!&lt;br /&gt;It also moved those 1000 tone ships on to sandbanks and wharves!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that, seeing a 1000 tone ship thrown on to a wharf as if a two year old through it into a toy box or something!&lt;br /&gt;It snapped the ferry ropes in Sydney and made the ferry spin around. &lt;br /&gt;It just shows you what kind of power Mother Nature can have.&lt;br /&gt;And in Wollongong Harbour, the water fell 4 feet, and passers by took advantage and started picking up the Lobsters that had been caught in the open!&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide had huge waves, too. &lt;br /&gt;Talk about a free feed, it just shows that it wasn't that bad after all.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3330130982014553211?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5743465015874493680</id><published>2008-09-22T12:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:14:31.259+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Voting and earthquakes</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt a bit more about the history of Australian voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the old way of electing some one was called SHOW OF HANDS, and that to elect someone in this way, you had to raise your hand.&lt;br /&gt;The down side was, other people would know who you voted for, and might not speak to you anymore if they didn't agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the secret ballot came, people didn't know who you were voting for, but the thing is, the candidate that has the most votes sometimes doesn't have more then 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferential voting was next, all you did was put down 1 to 4.&lt;br /&gt;The candidate that you didn't like the most, you put 4 next to it, the one you did like the most, you put 1 next to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that's what I learnt about voting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had an earthquake up at Hervey bay, in QLD and that was 2.7 on the magnitude scale.&lt;br /&gt;We also had another two this year in September.&lt;br /&gt;One of the others was on the 5th of September and it was up in Howes Valley in NSW, and it was 3.2.&lt;br /&gt;The other one was on the 4th of September and it was up in Pyramid  Hill, Vic, and that was 2.2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5743465015874493680?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4776565428127418921</id><published>2008-09-21T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:36:45.908+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>My day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Today Dad and I went to a gem club in Glen Waverly and got all sorts of fossils and gems!(note, I'm doing the primary colours).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;First of all, when we got up there it was lovely weather&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;When we went in, we had to give a man a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;cket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I got do a quiz which I only got 2 questions wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;After Dad gave the man our tickets, we went into the main hall, and there were fossils, gems, and Opal on all of the stalls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;We got some fossil fish, I even got a wasp egg from the time when wasps were as big as men, and this egg was the size of a chicken egg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I even got some fossilised wood, while Dad got a rock with hundreds of shells in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;We got some bling for Mum, and we got a dog key-ring saying "you go girl" and Dad's going to put it on our puppy's collar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;We got some big crystals for my sister, and a plastic stick full of Opal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;When we had finished buying things, we had lunch and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I had a lot of fun with Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4776565428127418921?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4776565428127418921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4776565428127418921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4776565428127418921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4776565428127418921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-day.html' title='My day.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3337257340517382582</id><published>2008-09-21T12:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:10:41.500+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history of voting'/><title type='text'>History of Australian Voting.</title><content type='html'>Hullo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about the history of voting in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1856 the secret ballot was first used for private voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1895 Women in South Australia for the first time were allowed to vote, but the strange thing is, those who didn't like it said it would break up marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1901 the first Federal election was held, and Edmund Barton was in it. He was our first Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1902 it turned out that Aborigines weren't allowed to vote, and it also turned out that Australia was one of the first places in the world for women to vote and stand for parliament. New Zealand was the first place where women were allowed to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1911 it became compulsary to enroll to vote if you were over 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1918 election for the first time you had to order your favourite MP to your least favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1924 it became compulsary to vote in all elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1925 we had the first Fedral election to have compulsary voting. So everyone over the age of 21 had to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1949 Aborigines were allowed to vote if they had served in WW2 and they were also able to vote in the state elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1962 all Aborigines were allowed to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1973 the voting age became 18 instead of 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you know a bit more about Australian voting.&lt;br /&gt;So, see ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3337257340517382582?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3337257340517382582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3337257340517382582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3337257340517382582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3337257340517382582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/history-of-australian-voting.html' title='History of Australian Voting.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8428739047886585975</id><published>2008-09-20T13:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:35:54.968+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>How Aborigines got to vote.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging lately, it's just that I've been a bit busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what was I going to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I was going to blog about an article that explained how the Aborigines got the right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to start this all off, I'm going to have a quote from &lt;a href="http://www.aec.gov.au/pdf/education/resources/history_indigenous_vote.pdf."&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is: "Before white people arrived in Australia, Aborigines and&lt;br /&gt;Torres Strait Islanders were governed by laws which were&lt;br /&gt;laid down by the creative ancestral beings."&lt;br /&gt;But, with the British laws, it was very, very different.&lt;br /&gt;The two main big differences Is:&lt;br /&gt;1. Aborigines didn't elect their leaders, where as the 18th century people did( and yes, I know it was only the rich who could elect their leaders).&lt;br /&gt;2. The Aborigines followed laws that had been set down 1000's of years ago, but the British made their laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a fact, the British only put in their laws if they didn't think the native people of that land they settled on didn't have a law of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the Aborigines didn't get to vote at first 'coz they weren't British, but as Federation came, they were allowed to vote 'coz Australia wasn't under British rule.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the law that Aborigines could vote was passed, Australia had Federation and a new law saying that any Aborigine who turned 21 after 1901 could not vote and the Electoral Officials that had the power to say who was native and who wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just imagine first not being able to vote, then you are, and then they change their mind?&lt;br /&gt;It would be horrible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's another quote from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 1925, as a result of pressure from Britain and India, some&lt;br /&gt;non-white people were granted the right to vote in Australian&lt;br /&gt;elections."&lt;br /&gt;So, finally!&lt;br /&gt;Some states let Indigenous people have the right to vote, except they didn't encourage them to enrol.&lt;br /&gt;And then after WW2, people who had Fourt in it were allowed to vote in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 1967 Australians voted for Indigenous people in the census for laws for the Indigenous people benefit.&lt;a href="http://www.aec.gov.au/pdf/education/resources/history_indigenous_vote.pdf."&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is when the general public holds all the power and can freely elect the government of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democracy is people voting for Aborigines to be included in the census.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8428739047886585975?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8428739047886585975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8428739047886585975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8428739047886585975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8428739047886585975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-aborigines-got-to-vote.html' title='How Aborigines got to vote.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6403077882709517299</id><published>2008-09-12T15:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:07:45.185+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><title type='text'>Leo the Wonder Cat meet Spiders From Hell</title><content type='html'>As Wonder-Cat, Bad-kitty and Dog-Bone Found themselves in the cage, they spotted a metal object moving in the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;But there were lots of what ever they were, and whatever they were were circling the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lights were turned on, they saw that they were metal spiders, with the brains in the glass orbs that were the heads.&lt;br /&gt;And the mice caves, that the mice called it, were under the house of the man that created the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPIDERS FROM HELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6403077882709517299?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6403077882709517299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6403077882709517299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6403077882709517299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6403077882709517299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/leo-wonder-cat-meet-spiders-from-hell.html' title='Leo the Wonder Cat meet Spiders From Hell'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7296574975502845040</id><published>2008-09-05T15:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:49:47.877+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trugo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books.'/><title type='text'>Trugo and Callie's Family</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about a game I played called Trugo, and I'm going to talk about two books I read called CALLIE'S CASTLE and CALLIE'S FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I'm going to talk about Trugo.&lt;br /&gt;Trugo is a sport invented in the railway repair workshops of Newport in the Western suburbs of Melbourne by railway workers in the 1920s.&lt;br /&gt;To play the game, you need a great big wooden mallet, and some rubber rings that look like hockey pucks.&lt;br /&gt;You play it on a giant green that looks a bit like a bowls green.&lt;br /&gt;There are some wooden poles at each end, and if you get the rubber ring through, you get a point.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to learn a bit more about it, click &lt;a href="http://www.onlymelbourne.com.au/melbourne_details.php?id=2948"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to talk about CALLIE'S FAMILY and about CALLIE'S CASTLE by Ruth Park.&lt;br /&gt;CALLIE'S CASTLE is about a girl that gets her own room away from her brothers and sister in a hidden room at the top of the house.&lt;br /&gt;CALLIE'S FAMLY is a few years after, when her sister finds a secret pasage under the house, and when her youngest brother goes to Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;And I think anyone would like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7296574975502845040?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3111856445881903763</id><published>2008-09-01T15:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:28:53.184+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wattle Day'/><title type='text'>The Wattle Festival</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't write to you yesterday, I was at the Wattle Festival with Mum at Hurstbridge.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wattle Festival is to celebrate Wattle Day, which is the first day of spring, it is to celebrate the Wattle plant, 'coz it's our national floral Emblem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there by train, we went to their Sunday Market that was apart of the festival.&lt;br /&gt;First we went onto a Double Decker Bus that they had to take people around to the different parts.&lt;br /&gt;After we had been on the Double Decker Bus we got off and went into an Op shop.&lt;br /&gt;Because my Dad likes war machines, we got a WWII board game called "HIT THE BEACH".&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on a Horse-drawn tram and we got to go on the top part, which was really fun coz we could see everything.&lt;br /&gt;When we got off it at one of the fair grounds, we went to a Cafe and had "WATTLE-SEED ICECREAM."&lt;br /&gt;And it was delicious and I liked it a LOT! &lt;br /&gt;We went to heaps of different stalls and they had lots of displays of different things that were really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then after I had eaten it, Mum and I got some tickets for the Steam-train they had, and going on it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to go home, which was sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;But when we went on the train to go home, I made friends with a little boy who was with his Mum and Aunties.&lt;br /&gt;Mum also made friends with them, and he really liked "THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE", so I told him some stories about Thomas and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;But when we got off at Flinders Street station, we had to go separate ways, and I was really sad to leave. :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3111856445881903763?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3111856445881903763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3111856445881903763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3111856445881903763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3111856445881903763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/09/wattle-festival.html' title='The Wattle Festival'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6827600616362612203</id><published>2008-08-30T11:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:42:40.467+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>The fun stuff I've been up to</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to tell you what I did last night, and what I'm going to write about tomorow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm going to tell you about the Mafia Ringtailed possum we have in our back yard.&lt;br /&gt;She's got a little baby in her pouch, and guess what, she's scared off all of the male brush tail possums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to show you some of the pictures I got from the Moonlit Sanctuary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipLo21HPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/94pv35lD1yU/s1600-h/IM001117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipLo21HPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_pLI0Ov7xK4/s320-R/IM001117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipeM_uO2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/d3haOJZHzZo/s1600-h/IM001118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipeM_uO2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TtZechYa8IQ/s320-R/IM001118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipmZr7hLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UWMdmn2ctb8/s1600-h/IM001119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipmZr7hLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/7mfQSm1z_Ic/s320-R/IM001119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to tell you what I'm going to write tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, it's going to be Wattle Day, and so that means tomorrow is the eve of it, so I'm going talk about it and put a link up, but it's for tomorrow, so I'm not going to tell ya anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to tell you all what I did last night, I went to the 65th birthday of the Jr Field Nats Club!&lt;br /&gt;First we had our show and tell, then we had a parade where you had to dress up as a flying animal, I didn't get to dress up, but one of my friends there had a mask, but he didn't want to be in the parade ( oh, I almost forgot to tell ya, people have to guess what you are ) so he let me wear the mask and be in the parade 'coz it was my first time at the B-day of the Jr Nat's Club.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played a game called MOTH BAT, and it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Now, the bat's that are blind-folded have to call out "Bat!" and the moths that aren't blind-folded have to call out "Moth!" and the bat's had to follow the sound of the moths and catch 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not trying to brag, but when I was a bat, I got nearly every moth!&lt;br /&gt;After that we had a guessing game called "WHAT AM I?", it's where you get a sticky note stuck to your back, and a made-up animal or plant is written on it.&lt;br /&gt;After that we got to have loads of party food, and it was just soooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all from the F-man, so see ya tomorow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6827600616362612203?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6827600616362612203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6827600616362612203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6827600616362612203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6827600616362612203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-stuff-ive-been-up-to.html' title='The fun stuff I&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SLipLo21HPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_pLI0Ov7xK4/s72-Rc/IM001117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7438459968962728807</id><published>2008-08-26T15:45:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:08:56.811+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>The Murrells of Mentone, library search and me learning Maori.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First I'm going to tell you about Mum and I going to the State&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Library last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When we were going up there, our train couldn't go through the city loop 'coz the signal boxes weren't working, so we got off at Flinders Street Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When we went outside the train station, we walked up Swanston street to the State Library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When we did get there, we had a look at the exhibition&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;which was&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; "SPORT AND WAR."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and it was all about the sports the soldiers played in WW1 and in WW2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Anyway, after that, we did the things that we came to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;First of all, we went to the geneaology center and researched the Murrell family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;After that, we went to the microfilm room and checked all the microfilms of the Newspapers of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I learnt how to use a microfilm reader and the geneaology database. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I saw some funny comics and ads&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and they were really funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;When I'd stopped giggling to myself, and found the articles we wanted, I realised how famous Mr and Mrs Murrell were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Well, after that, we printed out the articles we wanted, but the White on Black articles didn't get the pictures right, and when we tried to fix it by making the colour Black on White, we just got a white out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So we left it as it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;But when it came to the Black on White one, it turned out great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I learnt how to use the microfilm processor and printer, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And then after that we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Today I learnt some Maori words on a website that is called Korero Maori, which is where I got all of these things, so click &lt;a href="http://www.korero.maori.nz/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to learn some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;āe is "yes".&lt;br /&gt;ako is "learn".&lt;br /&gt;āpōpō is "tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;au is "me/I".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haere is "go" and that's only a little bit that I've learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also learnt that they might have come from Hawii and that their culture's are similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7438459968962728807?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7438459968962728807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7438459968962728807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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"&lt;br /&gt;Badkitty got up at that same moment and said, " Well brainiack, how come we're not dead! "&lt;br /&gt;Dog-Bone sighed and said very calmly, " We weren't in the radio-active fluid for long enough. "&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a big silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staring at each other, Wonder-Cat said, " You guy's know you have wings, right? "&lt;br /&gt;At that moment Dog-Bone and Badkitty said, " Yes. ", at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And Wonder-Cat said, " Do I have wings? ", and at that, Dog-Bone and Badkitty said, " Yes. " at the same time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long to follow a giant army of Mice.&lt;br /&gt;And the same one that said, " Ahhhh, it's Wonder-Cat ", sat there and pointed a giant net gun at them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our heros awoke, they found them selves in a giant cage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5086254755340069774?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5086254755340069774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5086254755340069774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5086254755340069774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5086254755340069774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/leo-wonder-cat-part-2.html' title='Leo the Wonder -Cat part 2'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5513514102443550101</id><published>2008-08-18T17:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:52:08.577+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentone'/><title type='text'>Laura and Charles Ferguson Museum in Mentone</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about me and Mum going to a Museum yesterday afternoon in Mentone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mum and I went on a bus to Mentone.&lt;br /&gt;After Mum and I arrived at Mentone, we went to a street next to Mentone Parade and went in a lane-way next to a building that was the Museum.&lt;br /&gt;When we went in, I saw that the Museum was an old bakery.&lt;br /&gt;We found out the great big ovens were all ready to go because they're still connected to the gas mains.&lt;br /&gt;And there was also a sign saying people didn't need to use a match for the light, and there was also a Scythe called TWO HANDLED BANDIT.&lt;br /&gt;We saw lots of old Bakelite radios that were really nice.&lt;br /&gt;There were also lots of old school books from the 1920's, and inside them were really neat writing.&lt;br /&gt;There was an old stair-case that led to a bigger room.&lt;br /&gt;Up against one of the walls was a wooden water main; four pieces of tongue and groove timber that swelled when wet and wrapped on the outside with galvanised steel wire and then covered in bitumen.&lt;br /&gt;There were also lots of news paper clipping's of all the giant fish that used to be caught in Port Phillp Bay but are there any more, NO, there aren't any more because we've over fished the bay.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to the Museum again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5513514102443550101?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5513514102443550101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5513514102443550101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5513514102443550101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5513514102443550101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/laura-and-charles-ferguson-museum-in.html' title='Laura and Charles Ferguson Museum in Mentone'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8312104286819059955</id><published>2008-08-17T15:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:04:06.333+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Sunday'/><title type='text'>SILLY-SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>Hello, today I'm going to do some Garfield SILLY-SUNDAY jokes, and SILLY-SUNDAY was all started by &lt;a href="http://irishladkiwiborn.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oirishlad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once knew a guy that was so skinny; that every time he went out, somebody tried to use him for Cricket stump's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why is it smart to take skinny people along when you go camping?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because you can always rub them together to start a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why is it dangerous for skinny people to go jogging?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because they keep falling through the crack's in the foot path!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8312104286819059955?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8312104286819059955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8312104286819059955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8312104286819059955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8312104286819059955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/silly-sunday.html' title='SILLY-SUNDAY'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6453297097502083231</id><published>2008-08-16T19:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:23:25.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dentist</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the Dentist.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I first got there at 12:00, but our time at the Dentist was at 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Op-shop first to kill some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished at the Op-shop, we went to the Dentist.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was we were only 10 second's early.&lt;br /&gt;When we did come into the operating room, I sat down on the special chair the Dentist operates you on.&lt;br /&gt;It was only a check-up, but I had a few depression's in my Molars.&lt;br /&gt;The Dentist got a drill and removed the tarter that couldn't be brushed away.&lt;br /&gt;And when she used the drill, I didn't even blink.&lt;br /&gt;After she had used the drill, she put a type of resin in the gaps to stop any tarter getting in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had some x-rays on my mouth, I went into her office where Mum was during the ex-rays and I saw on top of a shelf a real human skull from when the dentist went to Uni.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if I could have a look at it, and she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;After I had looked at it, Mum and I left for home.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I asked if I could have the rest of the day off, seeing as I was good, and Mum said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for yesterday's day off, I had to do some maths and English.&lt;br /&gt;And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;After I did the work on "my" computer, and not Mum's, I had my dinner and watched the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6453297097502083231?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6453297097502083231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6453297097502083231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6453297097502083231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6453297097502083231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/dentist.html' title='The Dentist'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1606702804660428518</id><published>2008-08-15T17:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:45:04.876+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><title type='text'>Leo the Wonder -Cat</title><content type='html'>Down in Mouse town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ahhhh, it's Wonder-Cat! He's come to stop us stealing thing's from the humans. "&lt;br /&gt;Just then, radio-active fluid was poured on Wonder -Cat by the chief mouse!&lt;br /&gt;And at that same moment, the chief mouse said, " We must not let Wonder-Cat or his friend's, like Dog-bone or Badkittey stop us! Soon, when we steal the worlds radio-active bomb's, and then we will make the human's our slaves! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hour's after the Mice left Mouse town, Badkittey and Dog-bone were looking for Wonder-Cat on the ground by walking around ( As they don't have super powers like real superhero's, 'coz they're only trying to help people in their normal state ).&lt;br /&gt;But as they were walking along the ground, they saw Wonder-Cat's arm sticking out of a green bubbling mass! They pulled Wonder-Cat out of the bubbling mass, trying not to get it on them, but never the less, they got great big blob's of it on their arms.&lt;br /&gt;As they pulled him out, they noticed he was a lot bigger and a lot heavier, as if he'd grown. And they started changing as well!&lt;br /&gt;Their arm's got more muscles on them, the two super-hero's got as big as human's, and they got a lot stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Wonder-Cat had been awoken, he told them what had happened, and as he told them, he noticed the changes in them, he even saw that they were flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1606702804660428518?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1606702804660428518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1606702804660428518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I started reading King Lear and I saw some of the SULLIVAN'S on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;But first I'll start with King Lear.&lt;br /&gt;King Lear is a grumpy old king that has kicked all of his children out of home but 1.&lt;br /&gt;One of his children that he kicked out of home pretended to be a messenger so he can live with his father.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to give the rest away, 'coz then I'd have to tell you the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;But it is a good book and I love Shakespeare 'coz he's not like the other play writers of his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SULLIVAN'S was really good.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a difference between today, and in the 1940's.&lt;br /&gt;Back in those day's young girls would sit in the front of a bike, while their brothers would pedal the bike.&lt;br /&gt;Plus you were allowed to play out in the streets until the street light's came on.&lt;br /&gt;The SULLIVAN'S were great, and I don't know why they won't bring it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2489052966964361412?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2489052966964361412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2489052966964361412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2489052966964361412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2489052966964361412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/shakespeare-and-sullivans.html' title='Shakespeare and The Sullivans'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8189953880358681342</id><published>2008-08-13T12:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:09:52.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Hello all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging lately, it's just that Mum had to get a new Computer, so I couldn't do my blog.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I did go to the JR Nat's Club on Saturday for the excursion to the native wildlife reserve.&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool!&lt;br /&gt;I got to have a Python around my Neck!&lt;br /&gt;I also got some really good pictures of some Eastern Gray Kangaroos and some Wallaby's!&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun there!&lt;br /&gt;I really loved how we got to see some Sugar-gliders and some Squirrel-gliders as well.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it we got to see some pure breed Dingo's and a Koala.&lt;br /&gt;But as Mum and I went into a friend's car( Her name's Wendy ) I really wanted to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best mates at the lawn bowls club died.&lt;br /&gt;His name was Rob and he helped teach me how to play lawn bowls. He was a really nice bloke.&lt;br /&gt;Rob was in hospital for a long time because he had a couple of things going wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss him but Mum says he's out of pain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's another thing I've been doing lately, I've been reading lot's and lot's of books, but before I tell you about that, I'll tell you the most unlikely thing.&lt;br /&gt;When I used to go to normal school, we had a thing where we had to read one book each week, but because of the really hard Homework they kept on giving me, I hated books!&lt;br /&gt;I know,I  know,  you're probably saying it isn't true, but it is.&lt;br /&gt;But after Mum started teaching me, I loved books, and I don't even believe that was me now.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright, I'll tell you about the books I've been reading lately.&lt;br /&gt;One of the books I've been reading was a GOOSE-BUMPS book where a young boy hates the life he has 'coz everyone hates him, and he's always being pounded on by some big bullies that drag their hands on the foot-path like Apes.&lt;br /&gt;And the boy finds a place where he can swap body's with a person for a week.&lt;br /&gt;He takes it, but something goes wrong, and he's turned into a bee for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Another one was about a young boy called David and escapes a German prison camp and goes all over the place looking for his family, oh, and the name of the book is called I AM DAVID.&lt;br /&gt;And there's one more were I'm in the middle of reading called PAWN OF PROPHECY.&lt;br /&gt;It's really, really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8189953880358681342?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8189953880358681342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8189953880358681342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8189953880358681342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8189953880358681342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4510936059546345423</id><published>2008-07-21T12:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:01:40.189+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>A bit of everything</title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to talk about "THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK", and I'm also going to talk about a funny ad from the Discovery channel.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I'm going to talk about "THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK".&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to the part where they have been in their secret hiding place for a year and a half.&lt;br /&gt;They have heard people, and they thought they were burglars inside the warehouse they're living in, three times!&lt;br /&gt;But the first time it was a giant swarm of fat rats up in the attic and the second time it was some people next door, 'coz the walls were really thin, so they heard them as if they were inside their secret place.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the third time was for real!&lt;br /&gt;Their friends that had worked inside the warehouse had locked up for the night, and when no one was around, the burglars got a crow-bar and forced open the two doors, and stole a few things!&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the ad that's really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4510936059546345423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4510936059546345423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/bit-of-everything.html' title='A bit of everything'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3184014230389554390</id><published>2008-07-14T10:50:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:55:55.547+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ww2'/><title type='text'>Anne Frank's Diary</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a book that is The Diary of Anne Frank.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Hitler ( the bloody swine ) took over the Jewish town where Anne Frank lived.&lt;br /&gt;He made every Jewish person wear a yellow star on their jacket.&lt;br /&gt;He banned them from using public transport.&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish people were not allowed to go outside their houses after 6 O'clock at night.&lt;br /&gt;But the worst thing was the German Army would go on rounds and get all the Jewish Men, Women, and children and march them in the streets to the concentration camps.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people fled before they were rounded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank's family and some close friends of the family hid in some secret rooms in her Dad's warehouse.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door to the secret rooms in the warehouse is a swinging book-case that is locked on their side of the door.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on to the parts where they have got another Jewish friend, and so they have eight&lt;br /&gt;people living in the secret rooms ( 'coz there is Anne Frank's family and their friend's family ).&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3184014230389554390?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3184014230389554390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3184014230389554390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3184014230389554390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3184014230389554390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/anne-franks-diary.html' title='Anne Frank&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7586725738447037847</id><published>2008-07-13T13:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T13:38:54.731+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Silly Sunday jokes</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I said I would, I'm going to do &lt;a href="http://irishladkiwiborn.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Silly Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( sorry about copying you, &lt;a href="http://irishladkiwiborn.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oirishlad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my jokes today are from my Garfield book( with thanks to Jim Davis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why was Garfield sitting on the roof of the restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. He heard they were serving lasagna ... on the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johns friend: "You look tired."&lt;br /&gt;John: "I was up all night trying to catch Garfield in my Pajamas."&lt;br /&gt;Johns friend: "Gosh! What was Garfield doing in your Pajamas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Which side of Garfield has the most fur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. The outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: " Garfield, did you eat all my Anzacs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield: " I didn't touch one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John: " That's funny. There's only one left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garfield: " That's the one I didn't touch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7586725738447037847?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7586725738447037847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7586725738447037847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7586725738447037847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7586725738447037847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/silly-sunday-jokes.html' title='Silly Sunday jokes'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3034629757472273545</id><published>2008-07-12T16:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:04:15.772+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian Premiers Reading Challenge'/><title type='text'>100th book!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello all!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been writing, I've been reading books for days.&lt;br /&gt;And as my title says, I've just read my 100th book!&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the nice things you said on Mum's blog about me reading 100 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favourite books were the Artimis Fowl books, my Footrot Flats books, and my Garfield books.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was a joke in my " Garfield, jokes riddles, and other silly stuff" and one of them was:&lt;br /&gt; Q. What do you call a fly without wings?&lt;br /&gt;A. It's nothing, 'coz it can't fly, so it's nothing! HA, HA, HO, HAA, HA, HA, HEE, HA, HA.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the book so much, I'm going to put them in a blog post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun reading all those books, and I loved it so much, I'd do it again and again, in fact, I'm doing it next year.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3034629757472273545?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3034629757472273545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3034629757472273545' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3034629757472273545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3034629757472273545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/100th-book.html' title='100th book!!!'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3267197151926482746</id><published>2008-07-04T16:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:15:13.720+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Science stuff</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about a show I saw just a few min's a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about some rude teen's that were at school and didn't like school.&lt;br /&gt;But when some Scientist came to their school and they started learning about science, they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first experiment was to make some balloons filled with hydrogen and helium explode by using fire.&lt;br /&gt;That was so that they could know how the Earth and the universe was made with the big bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their second experiment was to electrocute a turkey that had a wire based bra on.&lt;br /&gt;And it went, "POP!"&lt;br /&gt;The electricity ripped the turkey apart!&lt;br /&gt;'Coz the wire conducted the electricity even more around the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their third experiment was to get out of a lightning storm.&lt;br /&gt;You could get in a tent ,Beach hut, Telephone box, Garden shed, or a beach umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;They made the lightning with a machine called a tesla coil.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, the Telephone box won.  &lt;br /&gt;'Coz it was metal it conducted the electricity from the lightning down to the ground without burning or blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;The 2 girls that chose the Telephone box were put inside it and they put the tesla coil on top to hit it with lightning and they were scared 'coz they were screaming.&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3267197151926482746?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3267197151926482746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3267197151926482746' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3267197151926482746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3267197151926482746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/science-stuff.html' title='Science stuff'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-9213318914607064507</id><published>2008-07-02T16:05:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:39:37.568+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawn Bowls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artemis Fowl'/><title type='text'>Lazy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Hello  my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I learnt about the Roman's in my school work.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt about Aqueducts, the Roman sewers, how Rome was founded, the countries the Roman Empire controlled and how the system of bosses and plebians worked.&lt;br /&gt;I already knew a lot of this stuff but it's good to read it and answer questions about it to help you remember things.&lt;br /&gt;Mum got the worksheets from SchoolHistory.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, last night I went to bowls, sadly we lost.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came home I went to bed and I started reading Artemis Fowl and for those of you that don't know Artemis Fowl, then I'll tell you; he's sort of like 007 fighting fairies, but Artemis Fowl is Evil, sort of, and he's a school boy.&lt;br /&gt;And he runs a big crime syndicate.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is, it's more for boy's than it is for girls.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_twisted.gif" alt="twisted" title="twisted" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they make it into a movie 'coz I think it would be better than Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened today,  I've just got off my backside ('coz I was playing with my Nintendo DS) 'coz it's too wet and windy to go outside to play or dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see ya on my blog and on everyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-9213318914607064507?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/9213318914607064507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=9213318914607064507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiders from hell'/><title type='text'>Spiders from Hell</title><content type='html'>The mad Scientist was working in his secret lab building on his greatest thing yet!&lt;br /&gt;When he made contact with small aliens the size of a mouse, he promised them great things.&lt;br /&gt;Little did they know he was going to turn them into monsters, yet the size of a rat.&lt;br /&gt;They were a dying race, their planet turned to dust by their aging sun.&lt;br /&gt;As he was in his lab he was taking all of their innards and putting them into their new bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SGmmhi_XuwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iuFWp_2O5lw/s1600-h/spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SGmmhi_XuwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iuFWp_2O5lw/s200/spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217884738543926018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what they look like now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mad Scientist put them in a cage before going into his bed room to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But as he lay there sleeping, the aliens got out of their cage!&lt;br /&gt;The Scientist suddenly woke up, feeling something walking on him.&lt;br /&gt;He then closed his eyes, thinking it was his cat, then he realized he didn't have a cat, and even if it was, it wouldn't be the size of a rat.&lt;br /&gt;And as he opened his eyes, there, standing on his chest were the aliens.&lt;br /&gt;One stepped foreword and stabbed it's leg into his eye.&lt;br /&gt;When he lay there dead, all the others swarmed over his body.&lt;br /&gt;By morning there was nothing left, but a pile of bones.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Steve, it's Max, why don't you let me in".&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hearing one lot of feet coming to the door, Max heard at least 10,000.&lt;br /&gt;The door opened up and what Max saw was terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;There was a whole army jumping at him, as he yelled out for help, there was nothing left, but bones.&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2659277351260879770?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2659277351260879770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2659277351260879770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2659277351260879770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2659277351260879770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/07/spiders-from-hell.html' title='Spiders from Hell'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SGmmhi_XuwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iuFWp_2O5lw/s72-c/spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8069314063904221863</id><published>2008-07-01T12:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:14:07.330+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawn Bowls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird watching'/><title type='text'>A bit of everything and Doctor Who</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you what happened at the JR Nats club last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;We had a man called Sean Dooley come in and tell us about birds.&lt;br /&gt;It was really good, and he brought in two of his books.&lt;br /&gt;They were about bird watching.&lt;br /&gt;One was called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE BIG TWITCH,&lt;/span&gt; and the other book was called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANORAKS TO ZITTING CISTICOLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And boy was he good.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I bought both books and got them signed for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I've never told you and I think Brian might like it as well, I'm a Doctor Who fan.&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm reading a Doctor Who book called Original Sin; I've only had it for a few days and I've almost finished it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, David Tennant and Freema Agyeman, if your reading this, please go on to my blog, I'm your greatest fan.&lt;br /&gt;I really would like you on my blog, oh, and John Barrowman, please come visit my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a update, I'm going to bowls tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It's still carpet bowls inside 'coz it's still too cold and wet to play on the greens.&lt;br /&gt;The week before last my team won and dad's team came second.&lt;br /&gt;It's good fun and one of the members identified the tooth I found in my archaeology dig as a wombat tooth!&lt;br /&gt;Mum says we have to take it into the Melbourne Museum to get it properly identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8069314063904221863?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8069314063904221863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8069314063904221863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8069314063904221863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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giving me some good work sheets about the Middle Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, "IF" you've seen the title of this blog post, then you'll see that it's called crazy Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why is I'm going to tell you some pretty crazy things and they're all from the Middle Ages.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to say that I have a crazy thing of my own.&lt;br /&gt;When ever I'm bored, I'm always thinking of calling the Optus help service and saying that I'm Hercules Poirot, and asking if I could get connected to Old Scotland yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the crazy things from the Middle Ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The lord of the manor brewed ale (a type of beer) about 3 times a year; he expected his workers to buy it at a high price. It was a sort of extra tax the workers had to pay. But sometimes the bachelors of the village were given a challenging treat. They could drink as much ale as they wanted, free ... so long as they stayed on their feet. If they sat down they had to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Butchers were not allowed to sell meat by candlelight. This was so the customer could see what they were getting! A man was caught trying to sell pork from a dead pig he'd found in a ditch. He was fastened in the pillory and the rotten meat burned under his nose - a common punishment for this sort of fraud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Large towns had takeaway food suppliers selling thrushes (at two for a penny) and tasty hot sheep feet. They would deliver cooked food to your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Many towns checked the quality of bread and punished bakers who tried to cheat. Some were found guilty of adding sand to loaves, in one disgusting case, a loaf contained cob webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Turkeys hadn't been discovered so they ate bustards. What happened? Bustards became extinct in England! Fancy a bit of red meat on a Friday? Then eat a beaver. Beavers used their tails for swimming, so they could be called fish ... couldn't they? (Er ... no, actually.) What happened? Beavers became extinct in Britain.    &lt;br /&gt;This information was from a great worksheet from SchoolHistory.co.uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2576249711905707338?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2576249711905707338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2576249711905707338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2576249711905707338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2576249711905707338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-saturday.html' title='Crazy Saturday'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-729958235608005543</id><published>2008-06-21T16:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:24:37.888+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayan'/><title type='text'>Mayan peoples</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog post is going to be about what I've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days I've been watching some archaeology shows.&lt;br /&gt;Most of which is the show I keep telling you about, "DIGGING FOR THE TRUTH".&lt;br /&gt;Last night on "DIGGING FOR THE TRUTH"was how there were Mayan temples before they were first thought to be built.&lt;br /&gt;The Maya that built these temples wasted a lot of things, like cutting down all of the trees so they could burn them for lime, to make plaster for their temples.&lt;br /&gt;With so many trees gone soil erosion happened and the clay was washed in all over their fertile soil, which means they probably couldn't grow any crops, and this is what they think ended this early Mayan civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya when I make another blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-729958235608005543?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4095059452208178560</id><published>2008-06-17T11:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:16:15.963+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up too fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Growing up too fast</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me again, and I think I have a bit of Picasso in me at the moment.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how kids as young as 5 are knowing about things that they would know if they were 11 or up, and how people are saying that they're growing up way too fast?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know all about this, I've seen kids at my old school as young as 5 and 6 always say rude things and being racist.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've done a sketch of a young boy that has grown up in spite of being 4 years old, and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SFcczB3mJMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0zlLyVQrenI/s1600-h/growinguptoofastpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SFcczB3mJMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0zlLyVQrenI/s200/growinguptoofastpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212666756705166530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faceless shapes are all of his old friends, and the hand up in the corner is God making him grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4095059452208178560?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4095059452208178560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4095059452208178560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4095059452208178560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4095059452208178560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Growing up too fast'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SFcczB3mJMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0zlLyVQrenI/s72-c/growinguptoofastpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3304917776060417319</id><published>2008-06-15T12:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:45:17.367+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>A bit of everything</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to the Melbourne Museum and did some work sheets.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Mum, Pa, and I loved it so much that we didn't get to look at everything, coz there's so much to see and do.&lt;br /&gt;So we're going to go back this week and look at everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a Irish newspaper and a English newspaper and, wait for it, a NZ newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the NZ newspaper there was an article about some rat bones from the 1200's!!!&lt;br /&gt;And do you know what that means?&lt;br /&gt;It means there were European settlers  in NZ before Capitan Cook but after people thought Europeans had arrived in NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the English newspaper there was a story about an artist that found a Yeti skull with hair and fur still attached to it in a monastery in Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;The artist wasn't allowed to take photos in the monastery so she sketched a picture of it and the local people told her stories about the Yeti taking them away and described it for her.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, really, I mean it, so I'll be seeing later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3304917776060417319?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3304917776060417319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3304917776060417319' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3304917776060417319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3304917776060417319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/bit-of-everything.html' title='A bit of everything'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1495322301729171539</id><published>2008-06-04T12:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:47:32.926+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>My ideas on a volcanic explosion</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write a story, and pretend that there is a volcanic explosion happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was sitting in my room playing a Mario game on my DS.&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to get on to the 5th level, the ground started shaking.&lt;br /&gt;So I just went outside into the backyard to see what was going on out there.&lt;br /&gt;When I went out there, there was a great big crack down the middle of the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;When I  went to get a closer look, I could hear a whimpering sound coming from the crack.&lt;br /&gt;I then found out it was our Blue Heeler.&lt;br /&gt;So I climbed down carefully and put her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I then realized that I wouldn't be able to climb up with her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;So I climbed out without her in my arms and went into the house for a Back-Pack.&lt;br /&gt;But when I got to the top the house was reduced to rubble.&lt;br /&gt;And then I had a thought of leaving her down there, but how could I do that, she's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I started looking through the rubble to find a Back-Pack.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I found one.&lt;br /&gt;When I found it, I raced to the giant crack and climbed down as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the bottom, I put her in the Back-Pack.&lt;br /&gt;I then climbed up the wall of the giant crack as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I went through the rubble, trying to find a rope or a leash for the dog, but then I found something that would explain where Mum and Dad had gone to.&lt;br /&gt;I found their life-less bodies in the rubble.&lt;br /&gt;I could then see in the distance a wave of pyroclastic gas and rocks coming towards me and the dog.&lt;br /&gt;So I raced through the rubble as fast as I could and found a leash.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to bury them when I turned around, and found that I wouldn't have  enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put the leash on the dog and got into the car, luckily I'm almost six foot tall, so I'd easily reach the pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then put the car in reverse and drove out of the drive-way with the dog in the back of the car.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had left Clayton except a few people.&lt;br /&gt;I then came to a highway which was blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours I reached the city.&lt;br /&gt;There was no one on the streets. everyone was either in a building or in their car, even then they were trying to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then put the car radio on and I found out why everyone were inside or in their cars, there was a warning on the radio that had been taped and it said this: "Warning: everybody get in to a tall building or in their car drive as fast as possibly from Victoria. There has been a volcanic explosion." and it was going on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then made it into NSW, where me and the dog parked the car and had a sleep in there.&lt;br /&gt;And ever since then I have been living in NSW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1495322301729171539?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1495322301729171539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1495322301729171539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1495322301729171539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1495322301729171539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-ideas-on-volcanic-explosion.html' title='My ideas on a volcanic explosion'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7090278954211407377</id><published>2008-06-04T11:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:13:32.698+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vesuvius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pompeii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about another show I saw just now and it was about Pompeii.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't heard of Pompeii, it was a Roman city that was covered in ash and pumas. ( pumas is a type of rock that can float )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who was in it was talking about how and why the Romans were trapped when the volcano, Mount Vesuvius, went off with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why all of the people where trapped was that the town that they were living in had been broken up by an Earthquake a few weeks before, and thus they were rebuilding their town.&lt;br /&gt;When Vesuvius did blow it's top, instead of trying to get as far away as possible, they stayed where they were and saw the volcano as a form of entertainment, sort of like when you're at home watching the TV in the afternoon after school, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprising thing is, they weren't killed by magma or anything like that, instead, they were killed by falling rocks, breathing in ash and the pyroclastic flow.&lt;br /&gt;A pyroclastic flow is a mixture of hot gas and rock. You can read about it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyroclastic_flow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you want to see some more on Pompeii, than click &lt;a href="http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/archaeology/sites/europe/pompeii.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7090278954211407377?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7090278954211407377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7090278954211407377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7090278954211407377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7090278954211407377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/pompeii-and-mount-vesuvius.html' title='Pompeii and Mount Vesuvius'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5414752066738066911</id><published>2008-06-03T12:51:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:36:57.310+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buildings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='towns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Deco'/><title type='text'>Art Deco</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I went to a talk about Art Deco.&lt;br /&gt;It was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that surprised me about the Art Deco buildings was that the step-like structure you see in the facade of the buildings came from New York, and it was so that sky scrapers would let light down to the smaller buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art Deco era was also the era of the flats.&lt;br /&gt;Some flats were built in the gardens of Mansions and some Mansions were divided into flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time Art Deco buildings have a tower so that they could just peek up over the height law that the prime minister had created.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the buildings also had secret rooms so that they could hide money from the tax collector.&lt;br /&gt;Some had racing stripes on the building 'coz it was the era of speed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one town in New Zealand, Napier, that has Art Deco every where.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about it, then click &lt;a href="http://www.artdeconapier.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5414752066738066911?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5414752066738066911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5414752066738066911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5414752066738066911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5414752066738066911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/art-deco.html' title='Art Deco'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3378299964085574701</id><published>2008-06-03T11:50:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:51:20.202+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthropology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Easter Island Rapanui</title><content type='html'>'ello, 'ello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about a TV show I saw last night, and it was about Easter Island.&lt;br /&gt;The current thought pattern is that the ancient peoples of the island killed all of the trees so they could move their giant statues and for canoes.&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't them, it was really the 16th century Europeans.&lt;br /&gt;They had brought disease and rats on their ships, and the rats ate all of the tree seeds.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The islanders didn't need much wood, 'coz the statues walked.&lt;br /&gt;Now you may think I'm crazy, but they did, in fact when the statues were finished, they were lifted up and had ropes tied around them.&lt;br /&gt;When the statues were finished the bases of them weren't, it was in a half circle so they could rock sideways.&lt;br /&gt;There would be 4 teams of men on each corner, and they would chant a song so they would know when to pull on the ropes and keep in time.&lt;br /&gt;It was something like when we "walk" a heavy piece of furniture today, tipping it from corner to corner and side to side, moving it forwards.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also they've discovered that the eyes weren't just holes in the statues, they used to have big white eyes with pupils made from coral.&lt;br /&gt;They are replacing the coral eyes on the statues now and it makes them look really different, more like a living person that they were supposed to represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find out a little bit more( and when I say a little bit more I mean a whole lot more!) then click &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/history/060309_easter_island.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3378299964085574701?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1408962642293292705</id><published>2008-06-02T14:13:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:43:31.829+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Geographic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stonehenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Stonehenge World Premier Show</title><content type='html'>Hullo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw a show about Stonehenge on National Geographic, and it was very good.&lt;br /&gt;It was really great finding out the latest news about what it was really for and the things they've just discovered.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun and a little gruesome.&lt;br /&gt;There was another type of Stonehenge about 2 kms away but it was made from wood and was for the living.&lt;br /&gt;Stonehenge was for the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;The stone was moved only by people, no horses at all and it took a long time to build.&lt;br /&gt;The people who carved the stones had only other stones to work with because it was the Stone Age and they hadn't found out about metals and making tools from metal.&lt;br /&gt;It was also a world premiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fill in the gaps I've got a link right &lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/episode/stonehenge-decoded-3372/Overview"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so if you want to know about it, then click and step into another world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so  interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Phil from Time Team was in it( if you watch Time Team, then you'll know who I'm talking about) and he talked about how hard it would have been to carve the stones and how the people were real artists and very clever to find ways to carve the stone like they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is, there's one Stonehenge in Africa and South America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1408962642293292705?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1408962642293292705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1408962642293292705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1408962642293292705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1408962642293292705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/stonehenge-world-premier-show.html' title='Stonehenge World Premier Show'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-2530823961469590610</id><published>2008-06-02T13:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:13:50.663+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brains'/><title type='text'>Our brains</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about a story that's true that I saw on the Discovery channel a few months ago, and it's about a man that had a motorbike crash and had to have his arm chopped off 'coz it was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is  his hand was holding onto the handle bars and his fingers were digging into his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though his arm was dead, he still wanted it on his body.&lt;br /&gt;After a year, he then changed his mind and had it chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;After it was chopped off he could still feel the pain of the fingers digging into his hand.&lt;br /&gt;These are called phantom pains that people feel even after they've had an arm or leg chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about a year or so he could still feel it, until he went to a doctor and had some tests done on him.&lt;br /&gt;After a few tests the doctor bought a box and a mirror, when the man came into his office the doctor told the man to put his one arm in, and to make a fist and then to undo the fist and do it twice more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that the pain had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows why it worked, except it has something to do with the way our brains map our body parts and it tricked the brain into seeing the chopped off arm opening the fist and stopping the pain.&lt;br /&gt;The reason the brain thinks it was the chopped off arm is because the man saw it through the mirror which reversed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the end of the story, and it was true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2530823961469590610?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2530823961469590610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2530823961469590610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2530823961469590610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2530823961469590610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-brains.html' title='Our brains'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-67756811271721377</id><published>2008-06-01T16:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:57:08.680+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field Naturalists Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tassie Devil'/><title type='text'>Tassie Devils</title><content type='html'>Hello my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about the meeting I had at the Field Naturalists Club on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had someone come in and talk about the facial tumours on the Tassie Devils which are killing them off and has made them an endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;Now it was very long and I can't remember all of it so I've got a link up &lt;a href="http://www.dpiw.tas.gov.au/inter.nsf/webPages/BHAN-5358KH?open"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (WARNING: some of the pictures of these Tasmanian Devils are a bit graphic, I strongly recommend an Adult is with a child while looking at these pictures or not letting children look at the pictures at all in this link) .&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.dpiw.tas.gov.au/inter.nsf/webpages/ekoe-6exurg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you want to know a bit more about the Tasmanian Devil( do not worry about the pic's in this link 'coz it's for kids)&lt;br /&gt;Also if you want know even more about the Tasmanian Devil, then click &lt;a href="http://www.tassiedevil.com.au/aboutdevils.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-67756811271721377?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/67756811271721377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=67756811271721377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/67756811271721377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/67756811271721377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/tassie-devils.html' title='Tassie Devils'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-555791994657693406</id><published>2008-06-01T15:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T16:05:32.723+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ned Kelly.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Ned Kelly archaeology dig finished.</title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the Ned Kelly dig finishing at Glenrowan?&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, then don't worry about it, but if you didn't read my blog post about it, then I'm sorry, you'll have to go and search for it on my blog, 'coz I ain't going to talk about it again, 'coz it took me ages to put together.&lt;br /&gt;And yet again I didn't read the local blah, so I've got a link up &lt;a href="http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/articles/2008/05/30/1211654305153.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as well, so what are you waiting for, click it.&lt;br /&gt;They've found over 7000 artifacts at the site, but they haven't found the cellar where Dan Kelly was said to have hidden when the building burnt to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;They also found bullets at the back of the building where Ned and Dan reloaded their guns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-555791994657693406?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/555791994657693406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=555791994657693406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/555791994657693406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/555791994657693406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/ned-kelly-archaeology-dig-finished.html' title='Ned Kelly archaeology dig finished.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-840861931605506614</id><published>2008-06-01T14:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:52:41.622+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazon tribe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anthropology'/><title type='text'>Rediscovered Amazon tribe</title><content type='html'>'ello world once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read yesterday's newspaper you would have heard about the new South American tribe that was found.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you haven't read it, don't fear, 'coz I'm going to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;The catch is I, myself didn't read the newspaper yesterday, so I've got a link up &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2008/05/30/1211654270140.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so click it.&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be kind of good not having contact with the outside world, now, you may think I'm starting to go crazy, but you wouldn't have wars or conflict with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were one of them, I'd be very scared having seen a airplane for the first time, and not knowing what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think there will be a great big war between the new tribe and the loggers, 'coz the loggers are killing their world, so that's also the reason why we need to get rid of logging, if we were to get fields and put good tree farms in those fields, then it would be much better.&lt;br /&gt;Plus these sort of tribes that have not been seen before are very rare, and because of logging, lots of tribe that have never seen the outside world have died out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think it's murder, I mean, yeah it's good to feed your world, but if you were to log forests and other places with tribes that have not had contact with the outside world is bad.  Forcing them into another world where nothing that is in that world is anything like the world that they came from is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;1000's and 1000's of year's of history will be lost forever by doing that, and that race of people will die out completely.&lt;br /&gt;So that's why we need to protect them as if they were on the endangered species list.&lt;br /&gt;We will most likely need them in the long run, and they're human beings, and the tribes disappearing due to logging is murder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-840861931605506614?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/840861931605506614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=840861931605506614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/840861931605506614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/840861931605506614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/06/rediscovered-amazon-tribe.html' title='Rediscovered Amazon tribe'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7851159801567406665</id><published>2008-05-26T15:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:02:22.868+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsterquest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Monsterquest</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for the unusual out there, 'coz you might find some strange things, like prehistoric wolves, or giant primitive humans, or sea monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are always seen, and the bit about the prehistoric wolf has been seen, every thing I have just said is sighted from Australia to North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a episode of this show last night, and it was about a prehistoric wolf that has been seen all over America, horses have been found where they have been taken down by a large animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is also on the history channel, but you can see this show on the net, by clicking&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/monsterquest"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7851159801567406665?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7851159801567406665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7851159801567406665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7851159801567406665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7851159801567406665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/monsterquest.html' title='Monsterquest'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7288136585258091425</id><published>2008-05-26T15:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:45:56.300+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Men In A Trench'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Two Men in a trench.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another show on the History channel on Foxtel, and it's called Two Men In A Trench.&lt;br /&gt;It's about two men who are archaeologists who go to old battle grounds and dig up all the things that are left behind, like human bones, WWII bunkers, WWII anti-aircraft guns, shrapnel etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They investigate really old battlefields where battles and wars were fought, like Culloden, Seige of Newark, etc and other battles up to world war 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun to watch, but sadly they aren't making any more of the series, and the history channel is replaying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find out more, then you know what to do, click &lt;a href="http://uktv.co.uk/history/item/aid/528186"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://uktv.co.uk/history/item/aid/528186"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7288136585258091425?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7288136585258091425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7288136585258091425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7288136585258091425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7288136585258091425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-men-in-trench.html' title='Two Men in a trench.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6556050523530217682</id><published>2008-05-26T15:02:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:28:57.344+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life after people'/><title type='text'>Life after people</title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this great show called Life After People, and it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see what happens when we're all gone click&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisites/life_after_people"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very interesting show.&lt;br /&gt;They interviewed scientist's and other people in the scientific community to get a real idea of how animals and plants would behave without any humans around.&lt;br /&gt;And that the only thing that man has built that will remain is roman buildings is astounding, once you read it you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6556050523530217682?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6556050523530217682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6556050523530217682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6556050523530217682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6556050523530217682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-after-people.html' title='Life after people'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7661799037689640820</id><published>2008-05-26T14:22:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:02:00.349+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stone knapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Stone Knapping</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finely recovered from my cold! (Hurray)&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now able to do my blogging again, and I'm going to tell you how the stone knapping went.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I got up really early and went on a train to Flinders street station.&lt;br /&gt;We went out of the train station and went on a tram.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Latrobe Uni, where we had to go.&lt;br /&gt;We walked 1 or 2 K's until we got to a gate where we had to go through into their bush land that they have.&lt;br /&gt;We waited 1 hour before we could go in 'coz they already had a group in there.&lt;br /&gt;Once we did go in a man told us to go to a hut called Ironbarks Hut.&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a few that led to little parts with old trees in the way, so we thought these little tracks weren't tracks at all, but we were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We came to a lake but we didn't think the lake led to Ironbarks Hut.&lt;br /&gt;We were right, 'coz we followed the clinking sound of our guides that were going to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there we were told to sit down and grab a stool.&lt;br /&gt;Then once we did this we were told to get some glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;Once we did this we were given a few pointers and then we started.&lt;br /&gt;I knocked off great big bits of rock.&lt;br /&gt;Then I made them into the stone tools that were for scraping the hide of a animal for the bits of meat that is left on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I made my second one it was time to go, so I was allowed to pick up a rock that Dad had started making into a tool and a few flakes of rock.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, but sadly it was the only time it would be on this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went through the bush land again a woman was talking about how Australia's most  famous archaeologist was there, and Dad and I were talking to her for about half an hour and she's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a really good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7661799037689640820?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7661799037689640820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7661799037689640820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7661799037689640820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7661799037689640820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/stone-knapping.html' title='Stone Knapping'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-560393621151731043</id><published>2008-05-20T15:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:26:20.024+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books.'/><title type='text'>The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been on the blog lately, it's just this blasted cold is still around!&lt;br /&gt;One minute I think I'm over it and then the next I'm stuck in bed for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of a melt down the other night.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_redface.gif" alt="redface" title="redface" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a book I read that I really like, and it's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT-TIME&lt;/span&gt;, by Mark Haddon, and it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;It's about a young 15 year old boy that has autism and he's trying to solve a death of a dog in his street that was killed using a garden fork.&lt;br /&gt;He also solves a few other mysteries.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He also finds a few skeletons in the wardrobe.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite good, in fact, I think everyone that reads it will love it, in some spots of the story it's a real tear jerker, in others you'll laugh your head off.&lt;br /&gt;And Hilary, I think this will be able to help you understand what your grandson thinks.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love it and you'll want to keep on reading it, and when I finished it I was sad that it was over, I really hope Mark Haddon will write a second book to this one.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-560393621151731043?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3564155888459416535</id><published>2008-05-16T13:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:46:20.579+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lawson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom on the Wallaby'/><title type='text'>Freedom on the Wallaby.</title><content type='html'>Hello, here's a poem I wrote based on a Henry Lawson poem and it's called, Freedom on the Wallaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ar from any city,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;esidents in this small town may feel hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;veryone has to be hard out here, or else they'd die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;yes on these people may look red,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;on't see this as anger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne too many people have been homeless out in this town,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ost of the time it's from fire or flood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nce every summer a fire comes to life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o one ever forgets, not even the earth itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he worst may look over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e who sees that it's alright is blind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;veryone's crops and grazing grounds are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ith a little help from the Gov (that's if he ever bothers) everything will be Jake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nd a few rain storms, blood, sweat, and tears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ittle by little, everything will be alright and, well who knows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ove may even sprout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyone will tell you life's not fair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut if you do the right things, it will be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou know, you city slicker, you're not bad at all at this sort of life, for a beginner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the real one that was first published on this day in 1891.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia's a big country&lt;br /&gt;An' Freedom's humping bluey,&lt;br /&gt;An' Freedom's on the wallaby&lt;br /&gt;Oh! don't you hear 'er cooey?&lt;br /&gt;She's just begun to boomerang,&lt;br /&gt;She'll knock the tyrants silly,&lt;br /&gt;She's goin' to light another fire&lt;br /&gt;And boil another billy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fathers toiled for bitter bread&lt;br /&gt;While loafers thrived beside 'em,&lt;br /&gt;But food to eat and clothes to wear,&lt;br /&gt;Their native land&lt;br /&gt;In spite of their devotion,&lt;br /&gt;An' so they came, or if they stole,&lt;br /&gt;Were sent across the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Freedom couldn't stand the glare&lt;br /&gt;O' Royalty's regalia,&lt;br /&gt;She left the loafers where they were,&lt;br /&gt;An' came to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;But now across the mighty main The chains have come ter bind her-&lt;br /&gt;She little thought to see again&lt;br /&gt;The wrongs she left behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parents toil'd to make a home-&lt;br /&gt;Hard grubbin' 'twas an' clearin'-&lt;br /&gt;They wasn't crowded much with lords&lt;br /&gt;When they was pioneering.&lt;br /&gt;But now that we have made the land&lt;br /&gt;A garden full of promise,&lt;br /&gt;Old greed must crook 'is dirty hand&lt;br /&gt;And come ter take it from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we must fly a rebel flag,&lt;br /&gt;As others did before us,&lt;br /&gt;And we must sing a rebel song&lt;br /&gt;And join in the rebel chorus.&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the tyrants feel the sting&lt;br /&gt;O' those that they would throttle;&lt;br /&gt;They needn't say the fault is ours&lt;br /&gt;If blood should stain the wattle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different, I know, but it's close enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3564155888459416535?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3564155888459416535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3564155888459416535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3564155888459416535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3564155888459416535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom-on-wallaby.html' title='Freedom on the Wallaby.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1595540815763006668</id><published>2008-05-15T20:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:21:11.207+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><title type='text'>Bush Aliens part 3</title><content type='html'>As the Soldiers walked under the trees at night, there would be gun shots coming out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one 20 year old man, in the UK found a text that was a war in the dark ages against some dog-like-bat people ruling humans, and building a empire.&lt;br /&gt;And then they were having a war with them, and their only weakness is their own invention, laser-fire.&lt;br /&gt;The way to make laser-fire is to get a fire going, and then getting a giant catapult, then a laser gun put it into the fire and then carefully put it into the catapult, then let it rip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young man went to Australia and gave the book to the Army, the Army used this on the Bush Aliens and killed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR DID THEY.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_twisted.gif" alt="twisted" title="twisted" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="htmlbar_undefined" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="'CheckFormatting(event);(function()" rich_edit=" document.getElementById(" rich_body=" 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href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/bush-aliens-part-3.html' title='Bush Aliens part 3'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-2974379385102963841</id><published>2008-05-15T11:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:08:02.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-trial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ned Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-terrorist laws'/><title type='text'>Ned's not guilty again</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about the Ned Kelly's trial under the new anti-terrorist laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ned was caught by the police, he was trying not to end up as Ben Hall did.&lt;br /&gt;He was Australia's Robin Hood, instead of robbing from the rich and keeping the money for himself, he would give the money to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the begging of his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 14 he was put in a lock up for 10 days for a crime that didn't stick.&lt;br /&gt;He'd been in a fight with someone and he had punched that person in self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;At that time the police were corrupt, 'coz there wasn't really much crime in the colony, and so if there isn't much crime, then the police aren't going to get much money, now are they?&lt;br /&gt;So after awhile of this sort of thing going on, he thought, " you want me to do some crime, then I will'' and so he did, but he was being a Robin Hood person.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile the police started hunting him down like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;One day he and his brother Dan went to confront the police when they heard some guns going off, so they went to where the police were camped, and they said, " surrender" and one of them did, but the other one ran into the scrub and pointed a gun at him, but Ned shot him so he wouldn't shoot Ned, while Dan was looking for the other one.&lt;br /&gt;Two other policemen at a near by river heard the gun shots and ran to the camp and tried to take a few pot-shots at him, but Ned killed him in self defense.&lt;br /&gt;The other one was hurt very, very badly and Ned had to put him out of his pain 'coz they were miles away from help.&lt;br /&gt;Ned was then caught a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "mock lawyer" (  the lawyers and the judge were real ) said all of this to the jury  who were taking it into consideration and once they had talked about it in the other room, they said he would be not guilty under the anti-terrorist laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I were siting in the first row, there were TV cameras everywhere  we looked.&lt;br /&gt; There was also a judge, a defendant, and the jury was hand picked out of the audience.&lt;br /&gt; Dad and I came in too early, so we had to wait in a giant waiting room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, I had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2974379385102963841?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2974379385102963841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2974379385102963841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2974379385102963841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2974379385102963841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/neds-not-guilty-again.html' title='Ned&apos;s not guilty again'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3570360642061895041</id><published>2008-05-14T13:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:31:05.454+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Done me work today</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I've done all of my work and watched some science shows today.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was that Archaeology show again.&lt;br /&gt;Another one was about the Great Wall of China, which has two parts to it, the second one is on as I'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my Excel work books ( now, if you're wondering, I haven't done all the other work books I told you about 'coz there were to many of them and many of them I didn't get to do before dinner), which are really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fight with mum and I fell into some buckets and I was stuck!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get out and mum was laughing so much she could hardly help me out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't much more to tell you, so, just stay tuned, 'coz you might see some thing else on the blog that might catch your eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3570360642061895041?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3570360642061895041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3570360642061895041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3570360642061895041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3570360642061895041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Not much at home today</title><content type='html'>Mum's really sick, she's on the couch with a hot water bottle and boy is she really really grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to the lecture tonight but I'm really looking forward to the Ned Kelly re-trial that's on tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;Mum's going to give me some of the AIM tests in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching some science shows today 'coz I've still got the cold, anyway, I saw a show about Dinosaurs that went for two hours that told about how some people can easily fake some fossils.&lt;br /&gt;I saw another show about Archaeology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't done much today, but as I said, the cold's shot me down in flames, so I'm going to rest for a few days and keep it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5553054058995695232?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5553054058995695232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5553054058995695232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5553054058995695232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5553054058995695232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-much-at-home-today.html' title='Not much at home today'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5437955642798317534</id><published>2008-05-12T17:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:51:58.232+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home schooling'/><title type='text'>Homeschool work</title><content type='html'>Hello folks, I'm going to talk about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did a lot of work.&lt;br /&gt;I did- Foundation Mathematics, Insight Outcomes: English, Shaping a new nation, Geography around us, Introduction to Biology, The Ancients, Dinosaurs Uncoloured, Why should I? A fun way to learn about the law, Addition and Subtraction, Multiplication and Division, Creative Writing, English and Mathematics, Spelling and Vocabulary Workbook, Step by step Algebra Workbook, Spelling and Vocabulary Crossword puzzles, Art attack, and Science and Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun doing them all.&lt;br /&gt;Many of them used to belong to Feral Queen when she went to high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably need all of this info for when I become a Paleontologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5437955642798317534?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5437955642798317534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5437955642798317534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5437955642798317534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5437955642798317534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/homeschool-work.html' title='Homeschool work'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1125840253702397556</id><published>2008-05-10T13:45:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:59:03.136+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flint napping'/><title type='text'>A bit of everything yet again.</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm sorry I haven't been able to go on all of your blogs lately, the cold has shot me down in flames, but I'll be right.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about the books I'm reading at the moment, I have finished&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE CALL OF THE WILD &lt;/span&gt;by Jack London, and I've just started a book by Jackie French  that's called GOLD, GRAVES AND GLORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite Authors are, Jackie French, Victor Kelleher, Dick Browne, Jim Davis, and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUdvpBwYII/AAAAAAAAAHc/xppBVeR2R-w/s1600-h/aacc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUdvpBwYII/AAAAAAAAAHc/xppBVeR2R-w/s200/aacc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198594049173381250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some pic's of some books I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I got for Xmas, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUeDpBwYJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pEqEaTQhz3U/s1600-h/adsor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUeDpBwYJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pEqEaTQhz3U/s200/adsor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198594392770764946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one I just love, it's about this young girl that has had her Dad and her Uncle in WW1, and it's also about how she became a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the flu epidemic, in Melbourne after WW1, she was a nurse that was very good at her work and also  the year before she became a nurse, she had had the flu.&lt;br /&gt;One of her younger sisters had died, and she herself had seen some people dying or dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUfQZBwYKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A7Qu-wDMASI/s1600-h/dlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUfQZBwYKI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A7Qu-wDMASI/s200/dlg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198595711325724834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a very nice one to me, and I think everyone would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fit anymore on at the moment, so I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has booked me in for some medieval talks on dungeons, manuscripts and music, also, mum has booked me in for a stone knapping workshop in a fortnight's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1125840253702397556?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1125840253702397556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1125840253702397556' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1125840253702397556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1125840253702397556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/bit-of-everything-yet-again.html' title='A bit of everything yet again.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCUdvpBwYII/AAAAAAAAAHc/xppBVeR2R-w/s72-c/aacc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6773070603741201472</id><published>2008-05-08T17:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:41:57.151+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyber-Space boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Cyber-Space boy</title><content type='html'>One day I was on my Uncle and Aunty's farm.&lt;br /&gt;It was a winter's day, but them living out in the bush, you'd think it was summer. Anyway I was sitting out on the back porch playing super Mario bros 3 on my Nintendo DS when there was a flash in the sky, but it being  dusk, I just thought it was a falling star.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was that a big mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nintendo DS game was starting to glow and then, BZZZZZZ, I was inside the game.&lt;br /&gt; I was Mario and I found myself jumping on all the Bomb-oms, the turtles and on all the evil toad stool people when suddenly it stopped; I wasn't jumping on top of them anymore and I was just saying, " legs, why aren't you letting me jump on top of everything " and that's when I realized that I had to jump over everything by myself, and so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jumping on everything and everyone, I was having the time of my life, until my Aunt called me into dinner, and I could see someone walk into the kitchen but I didn't mind, after all, I was inside a Mario game.&lt;br /&gt;I even got to kill the turtles that have spikes on their shells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was on the level map and I just walked over to level two, and then I fell, but I didn't hurt myself, I  stood there, and I was inside the toad stool castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;I was winning until I came to the last level, which is on the air ship.&lt;br /&gt;I was dodging all the evil things, until I came to the chamber where you have to go up against one of the turtles with spikes on their shell but the ones in the chamber are very hard to beat, and I was on my last life, and then out of no where came one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was stuck inside the game and the person that came into dinner with my Aunty and Uncle was a copy of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was inside the game playing and all that kind of stuff, when it put the game I was in on a table, and it was the Sunday market!&lt;br /&gt;And I was sold off to a little kid that bought it for $5, and ever since then I was stuck inside it forever, to live forever, and having to wait for 1000 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6773070603741201472?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6773070603741201472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6773070603741201472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6773070603741201472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6773070603741201472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/cyber-space-boy.html' title='Cyber-Space boy'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3256412648369512881</id><published>2008-05-08T16:34:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:43:32.829+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fungi trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ada Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fungus'/><title type='text'>Ada Tree and more fungi</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more pic's from the fungi trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKiYkTe3mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vlx1Apjn4VM/s1600-h/fungitrip+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKiYkTe3mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vlx1Apjn4VM/s200/fungitrip+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197895462884925026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of some bracket fungi.&lt;br /&gt;I brought one home, that had fallen off a tree, that is as big as a dinner plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKnFETe3rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ygDCcqaZDGk/s1600-h/pagodafungi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKnFETe3rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ygDCcqaZDGk/s200/pagodafungi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197900625435614898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pagoda fungi 'coz it grows like the top of pagodas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKkjkTe3qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eInx8wOGsCU/s1600-h/fungitrip+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKkjkTe3qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eInx8wOGsCU/s200/fungitrip+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197897850886741666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one thats called coral fungi.&lt;br /&gt;Tom, the fungi expert who was our guide for the trip, said he hasn't seen one this big for more than 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKuUkTe3tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rLWVEeIp4FU/s1600-h/adatree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKuUkTe3tI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rLWVEeIp4FU/s200/adatree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197908588304981714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw a tree that is called the Ada Tree and it's over 400 years old.&lt;br /&gt;It's so big it's huge even though half of it was blown off in a rain storm, but it has grown over it and all you can see is a line down the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKuv0Te3uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RndZ34JZy4w/s1600-h/fungitrip+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKuv0Te3uI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RndZ34JZy4w/s200/fungitrip+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197909056456416994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us two hours to drive up there, but the road was blocked where we had to walk up the road to the track, so we had to walk 6km's to get to the Ada Tree, which took another two hours. The reason why it took so long is because there were fungi everywhere we looked but once we got to the Ada Tree and we had lunch, walking back took us only25 minutes, that's how much fungi we stopped to look at on the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3256412648369512881?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3256412648369512881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3256412648369512881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3256412648369512881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3256412648369512881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/ada-tree-and-more-fungi.html' title='Ada Tree and more fungi'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SCKiYkTe3mI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vlx1Apjn4VM/s72-c/fungitrip+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3543923896745149407</id><published>2008-05-08T15:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:34:26.472+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Bush Aliens part 2</title><content type='html'>The bush aliens were spotted by a police car parked across the road.&lt;br /&gt;After the police made out what was happening across the road, they ran out of the milk bar where they were eating their lunch, and then, coming out of the speakers on top of the car, " Get away from the victim and put your hands where we can see them," and when the aliens heard it they looked towards the police car, and they ran up a tree and jumped out of it.&lt;br /&gt;At that time the police thought whoever it was was going to kill themselves, but they started to glide and flap their wings.&lt;br /&gt;Once this happened the police were just gob-smacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aliens were out of sight, until, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, and the roof was lifted right off.&lt;br /&gt;The police were saying, "What are we going to do, these things are going to kill us", but it was to late.&lt;br /&gt;At that point the milk bar owner came out and heard some barking and she said,"Shut up you stupid police dog, or I'll shut your mouth for you", but she shouldn't have yelled it out because the bush aliens are very, very aggressive and all of them jumped on top of her, and she, too, was a pile of bones within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" On the news tonight, three piles of bones have been found on the side of a street in a town of only 20, another pile of bones in the same town have been found on a property that has been abandoned for 7 years, and on that property another pile of bones have been found in a old ute.&lt;br /&gt;5 people have seen what looked like giant dog-like animals taking down bulls and cows, the greeie's are saying that these animals are protecting their land, while police have found strange blood that isn't like any other animal's blood, it looks as though these are aliens.&lt;br /&gt;In a cave in the UK there have been some blue prints for some machines that are for making things like space ships and what looks like the milky way.&lt;br /&gt;Some say they're from a pagan text, but it's exactly right, in fact the Hubble space craft's pictures are showing the same thing as the cave paintings, but it's not the sort of thing you'd see from the ground at night, it's a close up image of the milky way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was war, the police were looking for the people who were killing them, but as they were walking through the bush, their bodies were turning up as piles of bones.&lt;br /&gt;If some were walking under a tree they would disappear up into those trees and some bones would fall out of them.&lt;br /&gt;The army were eventually called in and yet they started to turn up as bones, then there were gun shots being heard and men crying out in pain as they were being shot, then you could hear some animals making guns and rocket guns and other type's of weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3543923896745149407?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3543923896745149407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3543923896745149407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3543923896745149407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3543923896745149407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/bush-aliens-part-2.html' title='Bush Aliens part 2'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7325816708858211199</id><published>2008-05-06T15:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:42:06.253+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bush Aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Bush Aliens</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in the time when humans had started living in deer hide huts, there had been a star that fell out of the sky and some strange people had brought some things that would be able to make blankets and spears that shot metal stones and logs that could shoot giant stones out of them.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were others that shot lasers and made light from nothing but glass; these strange things had been made by these strange people, or really the people they enslaved to make these different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the 1800's a man went to a cave and found some blue-prints on the wall that showed how to make a lot of those things, but there were some other blue prints to make other things, but the man didn't have the parts to make those other strange machines on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he made these things he started the industrial revolution and over time there were other inventions created, and then in the UK up in the hills, the aliens that had made these machines got word of it and stowed away on some ships that were going to a new land that not even the aliens knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they arrived they had to live in places that white man couldn't get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 200 years they were in those places until they could come out of hiding because the bush land they had been hiding in got bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day they heard some news about some cows being killed in Mexico and South America, and they found out that their American brothers and sisters had forgotten that they were no longer animals from their own planet.&lt;br /&gt;The Aussie aliens started turning into their American brothers and sisters until one day they were spotted and mistaken for a dog ('coz they look like a cross between a dog and a bat as they can fly) while they were taking down a cow and killing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't notice that someone was right behind them with a gun, then, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals started snarling at the person and jumped up on top of them, and all you could see was a pile of those animals and a pile of bones underneath.&lt;br /&gt;The person's wife pulled up in a ute, and the animals jumped upon her as well, and then they found two 6 month baby's in the back and opened up the door and took them away into the bush.&lt;br /&gt;They took them to their camp but they didn't eat them; they raised them as their own and after 7 years they were one of them, going up trees and taking down cows and bulls without getting a single scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day they were taking down another bull, but this time there was a man with a shot gun walking very slowly behind them, but ever since the first time they had made a rule that they would have someone looking out for humans, anyway, one of them spotted him and raised the alarm call, and yet again there was a pile of them on top of a pile of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7325816708858211199?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7325816708858211199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7325816708858211199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7325816708858211199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7325816708858211199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/bush-aliens.html' title='Bush Aliens'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4594013472588946682</id><published>2008-05-06T14:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:30:08.272+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ned Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Ned Kelly's last stand</title><content type='html'>Kelly's siege site found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old bit's of bullets and pieces of metal were found in the place Ned was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ned was hurt badly and was caught at the Glenrowan Inn on the 28 of June 1880, when he had threatened to kill 60 people that lived in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Heritage Victoria has sent 6 archaeologists, 1 conservator and 40 students to look for anything there that is still there.&lt;br /&gt;The gun fight was between Ned Kelly and some police officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 15,000 rounds was fired at the time of the siege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to find out more about it, then just click &lt;a href="http://www.glenrowan1880.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the archaeology dig &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/05/05/2236033.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4594013472588946682?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4594013472588946682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4594013472588946682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4594013472588946682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4594013472588946682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/ned-kellys-last-stand.html' title='Ned Kelly&apos;s last stand'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4393355220755290258</id><published>2008-05-06T14:10:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:49:20.872+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fungi. trip.fungus'/><title type='text'>Fungi trip.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;If you've already noticed, Mum has changed the blog.&lt;br /&gt;I really like it, it has a lot of new things on it and if you scroll down you can check them out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to see the fungi and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot of things that were really cool.&lt;br /&gt;I saw some stuff that I had never seen or heard about before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures that mum took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_el9e1AEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dwlv6KzCwy4/s1600-h/fungitrip+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_el9e1AEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dwlv6KzCwy4/s200/fungitrip+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197117238749233218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's some bracket fungi that was growing on a dead tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_hude1AGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gl0v6Nsa0XE/s1600-h/fungitrip+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_hude1AGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gl0v6Nsa0XE/s200/fungitrip+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197120683313004642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tiny red toadstools and some lichen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_i29e1AHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uZFhKI5-7HM/s1600-h/fungitrip+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_i29e1AHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uZFhKI5-7HM/s200/fungitrip+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197121928853520498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called an Australian Funnel Fungus, 'coz it funnels the water off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be some more pic's tomorrow and I'll tell you about the Ada Tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4393355220755290258?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4393355220755290258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4393355220755290258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4393355220755290258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4393355220755290258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/fungi-trip.html' title='Fungi trip.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SB_el9e1AEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dwlv6KzCwy4/s72-c/fungitrip+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7679656243171559093</id><published>2008-05-02T17:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:17:02.818+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><title type='text'>The boy who lived in the forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day I was out on my grandpa's farm that was a rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;It was the Xmas holidays, so I was up there for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day when I was getting my breakfast I would always look out the kitchen and Pa would always say, ' Well if you want to go out there, then you can go right out there after you've eaten all of your breakfast' as a way of saying,"when I was a kid we would just go out there, so what are you standing there for, just go out" but for a day or two I'd just be in my room, then I went out there the day after Pa had that talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, as I was going in Pa went to the back door and said, 'You can stay out there while we're having tea, I'll even leave the back door open for the whole night if you want to stay out there. Just remember to pack two sets of sandwiches so you have some food for tea' .&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first went over a old log that had fallen down.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a great big grey 'roo that had been killed by something about 5 minues earlier, but whatever it was knew that I was coming; I just thought it was a Dingo or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to a cave which had a bit of light in it.&lt;br /&gt;When I came to the bit of light I found out that the cave was a old bridge for a old river that used to run right under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came to a great big treeless spot on top of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;The hill then led into some sort of track way made in the grass, but it couldn't have been made by any 'roos 'coz it had a bit of human skin that had some how been cut off by a thorn on a nearby rose bush.&lt;br /&gt;I just said to myself,'It's most likely that it's from Pa's roses 'coz he cuts himself on his own rose bushes, and maybe a bird or something like that has dropped it while taking it to it's nest'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking along I heard a strange noise that was blood curdling.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a hurt 'roo that had stamped through the forest and into the back garden the day before, but when I saw it, at first I thought it was a bat awake during the day.&lt;br /&gt;As I looked harder I saw some kind of person that had been lost but as the clouds moved out of the way of the sun I saw what looked like a dog's head.&lt;br /&gt;I started to back away but it jumped into the trees that were in the way of the only way of getting back, then I just turned around and I just ran as fast as I could and that's when I came to a river which was in the way of the way I was exiting.&lt;br /&gt;So you know what I did? I just went right through the river and I didn't look back when I was across the river and on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to an old house and locked the door behind me, and I looked through the door and saw how the boy stopped at the river and I just laughed when I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked up it was studying the river and how it was going to get over; I thought it saw me in the old house, so I just went down on the floor and put my back to the wall and waited for the worst, but it didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5 minutes I heard a great big thump, then some footsteps, and another noise which I didn't know at that moment 'coz I was just hoping it wouldn't come through the window.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I thought it was sniffing ( and it was), so I just stood still until I heard a great big thump as it was trying to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;But when the thumping at the door stopped I heard a smash of the window and Iopened the door  and was about to run out when I spotted a gun that was loaded.&lt;br /&gt;So then I tried to take a pot-shot at it but it wasn't dead 'coz the bullet was a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just ran and ran towards a cave that had a bush in the hole that led inwards, but as I was about to get inside the cave I fell into a snare that was tied to a tree and then the thing was cutting me down, but not to save me, but to take me to it's camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me to the camp alright, but not to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;It took me to a shelter and there inside the shelter was what looked like the leader, it then bit me on the arm and I was out cold for 2 days and I woke up to find a female version of the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into a puddle I saw that I had been turned into one of them but as I was about to run the female took me outside where there was some sort of custom.&lt;br /&gt;I was taken into the leader's shelter and he gave me his head dress, now you're probably thinking this leader is big and strong, but he wasn't, he was weak and dying, so he just gave it to me and from then on I was the leader of those people and the female version was my Queen and I was the King of those people and so I was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BOY WHO LIVED IN THE FOREST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7679656243171559093?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7679656243171559093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7679656243171559093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7679656243171559093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7679656243171559093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/boy-who-lived-in-forest.html' title='The boy who lived in the forest'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8861248544811823325</id><published>2008-05-02T16:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:26:28.077+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Lawson'/><title type='text'>Some Henry Lawson</title><content type='html'>I have just read a book with some short stories that Henry Lawson wrote and they're just so funny that I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write them out 'coz I might break the copyright law, so I'm only going to give you a idea about these stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is about a chicken that was a ventriloquist and the other was a story about a swagman and his bluey that were in a cab for the first time in umpteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end there's a funny twist in the story but I won't tell you the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is a really funny one and I think anyone would like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8861248544811823325?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8861248544811823325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8861248544811823325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8861248544811823325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8861248544811823325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-henry-lawson.html' title='Some Henry Lawson'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8079778319365342194</id><published>2008-04-29T14:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:01:18.138+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea animals'/><title type='text'>Sea animals</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about the seasonal seas that are around the tropical zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the wild life that lives there are very beautiful, there is also hand fish that use their fins like feet to walk across the sea floor.&lt;br /&gt;There are also lobsters that come from the very bottom of the sea so they can build nests for their young.&lt;br /&gt;There are also other beautiful animals that live in the seasonal seas that will astound you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see them then click &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/programmes/tv/blueplanet/programme5.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8079778319365342194?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8079778319365342194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8079778319365342194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8079778319365342194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Bowls</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best sports that I just love is Lawn Bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can play it, and it is very easy to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it so much that every Tuesday when it's on I'm always there, but with the winter coming we are playing Carpet Bowls.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy as it looks 'coz it's not as big as the lawn  that we play lawn bowls on and the carpet is not as wide as the lawn either, but it's still fun and I just love it even if there's some hard parts to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so calm that you can just relax when you're playing, that is if you're not playing pennant, which if you are than you 're going to be tense 'coz you're playing for a prize. But I don't know what the prize is 'coz I have to be 16 or over to play pennant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love playing Lawn Bowls and Tuesday is my very best day of the week 'coz I get to play it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so relaxing that sometimes you forget about the outside world and only put all of your concentration into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun that anyone can play it and anyone is allowed to play it no matter what your age is, whether you're 5 to 105, everyone can play it and it is very easy to learn, some of the junior champs are 4 and they're very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7217859901560928308?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7217859901560928308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7217859901560928308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7217859901560928308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7217859901560928308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/lawn-bowls.html' title='Lawn Bowls'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1605763449539461764</id><published>2008-04-29T12:19:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:01:11.770+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black holes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Hawking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solar system'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Galileo.'/><title type='text'>Stephen Hawking</title><content type='html'>Last night I saw a show that was about Stephen Hawking.&lt;br /&gt;He was the one that let us understand more about Black Holes then we ever did in the 1970's and '80's.&lt;br /&gt; He also helped us know more about the solar system, plus the weird thing is he was born 300 years to the day of Galileo's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very smart man that was expected to live only two years after he was diagnosed with MND, but he has lived for thirty years.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're probably saying that the Doctors were wrong, well you're spot on, they were wrong, in fact his case of MND was very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Stephen's work so much that when I go to Uni I'd like to study the things he's done, even if I'm going to be a Dino expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go on his site, then just click &lt;a href="http://www.hawking.org.uk/about/aindex.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1605763449539461764?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1605763449539461764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1605763449539461764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1605763449539461764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1605763449539461764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/stephen-hawking.html' title='Stephen Hawking'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6496526137029608913</id><published>2008-04-26T13:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:06:08.584+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I joined a Naturalist club, and last night was their first meeting for the month.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;There was a glass cupboard full of fossils. There was an oyster that was a foot long, it was a fossil. There were also some clams and some tube worm holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the meeting, we had a man come in.&lt;br /&gt;He talked about the powerful Owl and how there's only just over 500 left in the wild, he also talked about how there was a mating couple in Blackburn, Melbourne, that had two chics and how one of the chics had died and how the mother had been found dead in some ones back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club even has it's own library, it also has some stuffed and mounted animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Sunday they have a trip to a place where we will be able to walk through bush land and see some fungi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids brought in some dead animals, like a dead frog that one of the kids found in his drive way, he also brought in a Puffer fish that he found in a lagoon, another one brought in some thing that was a live, it was a caterpillar that he had found, and he thought it was a wichety grub, there was anther kid that brought in a red back spider in a jar, then there was yet another kid that brought in a huntsman skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun that I didn't want to leave even though it was 11 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6496526137029608913?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6496526137029608913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6496526137029608913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6496526137029608913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sub.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw a show about the A.E.2.&lt;br /&gt;The A.E.2 was an Australian Sub that was in Gallipoli and helped the Anzacs land by scaring off a ship that was 12k's away from the landing site had been shelling them.(now, I know 12k's sounds like along way from the landing site for a ship to shell but the thing is that ship had enough fire power to do that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A.E.2 was the only Sub to go almost around the world of the time.&lt;br /&gt;It had a very smart crew and Captain, at one point the Sub had been seen by the enemy and had to go down, and after that there was all these different ships searching for them, the crew also had to stay as still as they could, there was also a ship that was looking for them(in those days there wasn't sonar so they had to use a grappling-hook) with a grappling-hook that the enemy would have sent bombs down if it were to catch on something, but it only scraped along the hull of the Sub, but luckily didn't catch on the hull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about the A.E.2 then click&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tv/guide/netw/200804/programs/DO0716V001D24042008T203000.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4616714681304643110?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4616714681304643110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4616714681304643110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4616714681304643110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4616714681304643110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/anzac-sub.html' title='Anzac Sub.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-691890071257633740</id><published>2008-04-24T15:14:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:06:26.574+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='railway museum.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>Hello, here's some more pic's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAXsde0_8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/-VuYT6SERfU/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAXsde0_8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/-VuYT6SERfU/s200/railwaymuseum+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192676422953795522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another pic of one of the cranes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAZd9e0_-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/dGl2EfSHwjk/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAZd9e0_-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/dGl2EfSHwjk/s200/railwaymuseum+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192678372868947938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of those ones that you power by pushing and pulling the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAZ_Ne0__I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7D53zttW-Wk/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAZ_Ne0__I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7D53zttW-Wk/s200/railwaymuseum+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192678944099598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a diesel train that was very small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAaate1AAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PD9R0Zv8Zp4/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAaate1AAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PD9R0Zv8Zp4/s200/railwaymuseum+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192679416546000898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a front pic of the bullet train that I just loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAa7te1ABI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0hCIpZZFkcQ/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAa7te1ABI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0hCIpZZFkcQ/s200/railwaymuseum+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192679983481683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a pic of another of the steam trains at the Railway Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to put the Sunshine Memorial photo up but I can't today.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be more tomorrow and I'll talk about one of my favourite sports, lawn bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-30.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-27.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-28.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-691890071257633740?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/691890071257633740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=691890071257633740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/691890071257633740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/691890071257633740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SBAXsde0_8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/-VuYT6SERfU/s72-c/railwaymuseum+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6349035501054115830</id><published>2008-04-23T13:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:49:03.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm going to write some poems from C.J Dennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres the first one which is called THE AUSTRA-LAISE.&lt;br /&gt;Blokes an' coves an' coots,&lt;br /&gt;shift yer bloody carcases,&lt;br /&gt;move yer bloody boots.&lt;br /&gt;Gird yer bloody loins up,&lt;br /&gt;get yer bloody gun,&lt;br /&gt;set the enermy&lt;br /&gt;an' watch the b__s run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on,&lt;br /&gt;have some bloody sense.&lt;br /&gt;Learn the bloody art of bloody self de-bloody-fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some bloody brains beneath&lt;br /&gt;yer bloody lids.&lt;br /&gt;An' swing a bloody sabre&lt;br /&gt;fer the missus an' the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck supportin' bloody posts,&lt;br /&gt;an' strikin' bloody lights,&lt;br /&gt;support a bloody fam'ly an'&lt;br /&gt;strike fer yer bloody rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on.&lt;br /&gt;Joy is bloody fleetin',&lt;br /&gt;life is bloody short.&lt;br /&gt;Wot's the use uv wastin' it all on bloody sport?&lt;br /&gt;Hitch yer bloody tip-dray&lt;br /&gt;to a bloody star.&lt;br /&gt;Let yer watchword be&lt;br /&gt;"Australi-bloody-ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on.&lt;br /&gt;'Ow's the the bloody nation&lt;br /&gt;going to ixpand.&lt;br /&gt;'Let us bloody blokes an' coves lend a bloody 'and?&lt;br /&gt;'Eave yer bloody apathy&lt;br /&gt;down a bloody chasm;&lt;br /&gt;'ump yer bloody burden with enthusi-bloody-asm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W'en the bloody trouble&lt;br /&gt;hits yer native land,&lt;br /&gt;take a bloody rifle&lt;br /&gt;in yer bloody 'and.&lt;br /&gt;Keep yer bloody upper lip&lt;br /&gt;stiff as stiff kin be,&lt;br /&gt;an' speed a bloody bullet for&lt;br /&gt;pos-bloody-terity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W'en the bloody bugle&lt;br /&gt;sounds ''ad-bloody-vance''&lt;br /&gt;don't be like a flock uv sheep&lt;br /&gt;in a bloody trance.&lt;br /&gt;Biff the bloody foeman&lt;br /&gt;where it don't agree.&lt;br /&gt;Spifler-bloody-cate him&lt;br /&gt;to a Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellers of Australier,&lt;br /&gt;Cobbers, chaps, an' mates,&lt;br /&gt;hear the bloody enermy&lt;br /&gt;kikin' at the gates!&lt;br /&gt;Beat the bloody drum,&lt;br /&gt;upper-cut and out the cow to kingdom-bloody-come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a bloody move on,&lt;br /&gt;have some bloody sense,&lt;br /&gt;learn the art of de-bloody-fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another poem from C.J Dennis thats called GREEN WALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the gum trees well. But, best of all, I love the tough old warriors that tower about these lawns, to make a great green walls and guard, like sentries, this exotic bower of shrub and fern and flower.&lt;br /&gt;These are my land's own sons, lean, straight and tall,&lt;br /&gt;where crimson parrots and grey gang-gangs call thro' many a sunlit hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, these grave old veterans, scarred and stern, changeless throughout the the changing seasons they. But at their tall knees their tall sons lift and yearn-&lt;br /&gt;slim spars and saplings-prone to sport and sway like carefree boys at play;&lt;br /&gt;waxing in beauty their young locks turn to crimson , and, like beacon fies burn to deck Spring's holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of Anzacs when the dusk comes down upon the gums-of Anzacs tough and tall.&lt;br /&gt;Guarding this gateway, diggers strong and brown.&lt;br /&gt;And when, thro' Winter's thunderings, sounds their call,&lt;br /&gt;like Anzacs, too they fall....&lt;br /&gt;Their ranks grow thin upon the hill's high crown:&lt;br /&gt;my sentinels! But, where those ramparts frown, their stout sons mend the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6349035501054115830?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6349035501054115830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6349035501054115830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6349035501054115830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6349035501054115830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3813604583325310616</id><published>2008-04-22T15:25:00.016+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:44:12.424+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anzac March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='railway museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><title type='text'>My busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2IVNe0_7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/c_8opxeoLbM/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2IVNe0_7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/c_8opxeoLbM/s200/railwaymuseum+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191955843405643698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said yesterday I'd show you my pic's.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-26.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the gear house with all of it's equipment in it.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA16RNe0_xI/AAAAAAAAADg/IweWE6LsaKs/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA16RNe0_xI/AAAAAAAAADg/IweWE6LsaKs/s200/railwaymuseum+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191940381523377938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I forgot to tell you about, it's a crane that is a train.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-25.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-24.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA17ANe0_yI/AAAAAAAAADo/aLuz-sHxVQw/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA17ANe0_yI/AAAAAAAAADo/aLuz-sHxVQw/s200/railwaymuseum+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191941188977229602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is one of the museum's many steam trains.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-23.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA17ide0_zI/AAAAAAAAADw/TDPRItYwTow/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA17ide0_zI/AAAAAAAAADw/TDPRItYwTow/s200/railwaymuseum+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191941777387749170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is one of their many diesel trains.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA1_Ste0_0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xWR8slU4Ykk/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA1_Ste0_0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xWR8slU4Ykk/s200/railwaymuseum+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191945904851320642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bullet  train I was talking about yesterday.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2AKNe0_1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Bb1c93kn4j0/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2AKNe0_1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/Bb1c93kn4j0/s200/railwaymuseum+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191946858334060370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the train that had a room inside the driving room that had another room inside that one.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2A5de0_2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6JjPkFf52ic/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2A5de0_2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/6JjPkFf52ic/s200/railwaymuseum+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191947670082879330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a lovely old Blue Harris that sadly we couldn't go on it.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2FgNe0_3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rFtryMH5FEI/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2FgNe0_3I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rFtryMH5FEI/s200/railwaymuseum+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191952733849321330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one of Pa and I marching together at the march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2GNte0_4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rPvsZQsobL0/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2GNte0_4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/rPvsZQsobL0/s200/railwaymuseum+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191953515533369218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres one of me stuck to the train while it was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2HO9e0_6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/70BqdLjhmrc/s1600-h/railwaymuseum+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2HO9e0_6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/70BqdLjhmrc/s200/railwaymuseum+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191954636519833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another one of me stuck to a train while it was moving.&lt;br /&gt;(only joking, they weren't moving an inch when Dad and I took theses pic's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3813604583325310616?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3813604583325310616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3813604583325310616' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3813604583325310616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3813604583325310616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My busy weekend'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SA2IVNe0_7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/c_8opxeoLbM/s72-c/railwaymuseum+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-909369659746107089</id><published>2008-04-21T15:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:49:35.473+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anzac Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='April 25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anzac March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RSL'/><title type='text'>Marching with my Pa at the RSL</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about yesterday when I marched with Pa in the RSL Anzac March.&lt;br /&gt;The different RSL branches have an Anzac March the Sunday before April 25 so people can march in their local one and in the big city marches if they want.&lt;br /&gt;I do it every year and we use to be able to do the city march but Pa hasn't been able to do that for 2 years now and Pa might not be able to do it this year 'coz he's a bit unwell, with pneumonia.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the R.A.A.F.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't a pilot but he use to fix up aeroplanes as an electrician.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a few medals  for his war service and stood up to a higher ranking person when he wouldn't listen to Pa. A lot of Aussies did that.&lt;br /&gt;He also has a Presidential citation that came from President F.D Roosevelt but Prime Minister Menzies blocked Australian servicemen from getting any of them for many years and Pa didn't get his until 1990. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon he was the best there was at his base.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-909369659746107089?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/909369659746107089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=909369659746107089' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/909369659746107089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/909369659746107089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/marching-with-my-pa-at-rsl.html' title='Marching with my Pa at the RSL'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-6736847422933262017</id><published>2008-04-21T14:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:15:47.123+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='railway museum.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><title type='text'>Railway museum Melbourne</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went to a train museum that was pretty much like the tram museum.&lt;br /&gt;There was about one type of every Australian train there.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_smile.gif" alt="smile" title="smile" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice and you could even go on the trains.&lt;br /&gt;It was once a train station and one of the buildings housed a giant train set and you can even go in the gear house (I think that's it's name).&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the trains has some of the original crockery and it even had leather seats.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a diesal train that had a door in the driving compartment that led to another room and there was yet another door that led to another room but I couldn't go in that other room 'coz the door was locked.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a bullet train but you couldn't go on it which was very sad.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_evil.gif" alt="evil" title="evil" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to tell you that Dad and I are members, ner,ner,ner,ner.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only costs $20 per year to become a member and that means you can even help out working on the trains, but only if you're over 18. I can watch dad do all the work while I sip an orange juice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6736847422933262017?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6736847422933262017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6736847422933262017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6736847422933262017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6736847422933262017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/railway-museum-melbourne.html' title='Railway museum Melbourne'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-3049776909068004406</id><published>2008-04-21T14:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:36:20.757+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Sunshine Train crash 100 years ago</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about yesterday when I went to Sunshine.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when we left the Medieval Faire.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sunshine to see the plaque being unveiled to commemorate those who had died 100 years ago and for those who were involved in the crash.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't much but you can't fit something like that into a 30 minute time slot.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_rolleyes.gif" alt="rolleyes" title="rolleyes" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train that was letting people on and off was 5 minutes late 'coz it had 500 people on it, because it was Easter Monday and everyone had gone for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;The train that was due into the train station had crashed into it 'coz there was no light and had no warning.&lt;br /&gt;44 people died and more than 500 were hurt badly.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-22.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-21.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people there that had been related to those who were on the trains and others who helped out at the scene. The relatives of the people who died laid 44 red roses on the plaque. It was very sad.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service Dad bought a history book on the crash and then we went home.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-3049776909068004406?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/3049776909068004406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=3049776909068004406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3049776909068004406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/3049776909068004406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunshine-train-crash-100-years-ago.html' title='Sunshine Train crash 100 years ago'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4025530472636446921</id><published>2008-04-21T13:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:01:47.703+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medieval Faire'/><title type='text'>Medieval outing</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about my day yesterday.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the city to see the Medieval Faire.&lt;br /&gt;First of all when Dad and I got there we had no idea where to start, so we started at a stall where there was a man making armor and then we went a metre away to see a sword fight.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the fight was over we went inside the state library to get Mum and my name's done in Medieval hand writing.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back outside and saw some Medieval weapons and when I saw them I said, "I wouldn't like to be killed by them" and the man that ran the stall said, "When you saw these you would have been killed."&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to have pictures of me wearing armor and other things.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to fight a knight who was in armor, but I wasn't  'coz we were fighting with fake swords and Dad got to fight him too, the reason why he had armor and I didn't was 'coz he didn't fight us, we only fought him.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun that I didn't want to leave but of course all great things must come to a end 'coz we had to go to Sunshine but I'll tell you about that in my next post.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4025530472636446921?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4025530472636446921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4025530472636446921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4025530472636446921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4025530472636446921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/medieval-outing.html' title='Medieval outing'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4257218635160771630</id><published>2008-04-20T18:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:00:16.534+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medievil'/><title type='text'>My day.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to a train museum that was pretty  much like the tram museum, but I've just come home from the city, so if you want to find out what to do than you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell what I was doing in the city today, I was in the city for the sunshine memorial service, and I was in the city for the medievil fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4257218635160771630?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4257218635160771630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4257218635160771630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4257218635160771630'/><link rel='self' 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preying mantises took over the world, I found some blow torches and burnt the eggs 'coz they only lived for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was walking down the street with Dog after we killed all of the preying mantises and used all of the earth praying mantises to kill their giant brothers and sisters 'coz they were the small ones prey,  I saw a storm water drain rumbling so I went down the drain to see what was going on down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went down there I saw a whole ant colony that worked with the giant praying mantises that I killed with my Dog.&lt;br /&gt;They were the size of cars and it was easy to kill them but I had to find the queen ant 'coz the workers live for a few days so all I did was dodge all the ants and get down into the chamber where the queen lives and luckily I always have a bottle of bug killer and so I've killed another race of aliens.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see me kill some more just stay tuned.                                     `&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-6034549872957165679?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/6034549872957165679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=6034549872957165679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6034549872957165679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/6034549872957165679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-my-backyard-became-alien-spaceport.html' title='The Day My Backyard Became An Alien Spaceport part 2'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-883026605665569798</id><published>2008-04-18T18:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:26:56.573+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HMAS Sydney'/><title type='text'>H.M.A.S Sydney again.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tell you about the finding of the H.M.A..S Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to step back in time and see her, then click &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/tv/hmassydney/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was crazy how all of those men died and that no one lived.&lt;br /&gt;I was very sad that they had died and had thought about all of those families who never had their men come home.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lady that had only been married only one day and her husband had died that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War isn't good for anybody and those who think their country wins a war is wrong 'coz everyone loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to make Anzac Day more special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-883026605665569798?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/883026605665569798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1143893152364439944</id><published>2008-04-18T17:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:50:05.347+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highway.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAD'/><title type='text'>MAD Poems.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give you some poems from a MAD book I just got today and the poems are from Frank Jacobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry on the Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 feet ahead of you&lt;br /&gt;is thruway 22.&lt;br /&gt;Which takes you to the interstate&lt;br /&gt;by way of Highway 38.&lt;br /&gt;From there on in take a U.S 4.&lt;br /&gt;Unless your goal is Baltimore:&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, then take a plane because, you jerk, you're in maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1143893152364439944?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1143893152364439944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1143893152364439944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1143893152364439944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1143893152364439944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/mad-poems.html' title='MAD Poems.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8481880103814301000</id><published>2008-04-15T17:28:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:07:54.925+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tram Museum'/><title type='text'>Tram Museum again</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some more pic's from Saturday&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SARc1hfZMnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hKBWTPzKg4E/s1600-h/trams+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SARc1hfZMnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hKBWTPzKg4E/s200/trams+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189374745230520946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The one that looks like a wheel is really the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAReQhfZMpI/AAAAAAAAADI/xUEmGL_2Rys/s1600-h/trams+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAReQhfZMpI/AAAAAAAAADI/xUEmGL_2Rys/s200/trams+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189376308598616722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SARexhfZMqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ScArYovIKaU/s1600-h/trams+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SARexhfZMqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ScArYovIKaU/s200/trams+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189376875534299810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what powers the tram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has just found a good book with a really good pic of a Sydney tram. And I just love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8481880103814301000?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8481880103814301000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8481880103814301000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8481880103814301000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8481880103814301000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/tram-museum-again.html' title='Tram Museum again'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SARc1hfZMnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hKBWTPzKg4E/s72-c/trams+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5184412442558610547</id><published>2008-04-14T17:52:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:33:00.244+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tram Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Tram Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMSZxfZMiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yNECVXj-IqM/s1600-h/trams+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMSZxfZMiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yNECVXj-IqM/s200/trams+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189011429651984930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember I went to the tram museum last Saturday, and I said I'd show you my pic's. As you can see they are very nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with red tape around it is  pedal  powered and is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so nice that dad and I took so many pic's that they won't fit here on this post but you know what to do if you want to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMRvRfZMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/gdLlUFW9swE/s1600-h/trams+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMRvRfZMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/gdLlUFW9swE/s200/trams+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189010699507544594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMV_hfZMjI/AAAAAAAAACY/CzCrCJzhm_M/s1600-h/trams+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMV_hfZMjI/AAAAAAAAACY/CzCrCJzhm_M/s200/trams+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189015376726929970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is the one I was talking about that was for training tram drivers what to do when there is a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5184412442558610547?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5184412442558610547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5184412442558610547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5184412442558610547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5184412442558610547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/tram-pics.html' title='Tram Pics'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/SAMSZxfZMiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yNECVXj-IqM/s72-c/trams+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-7235611648314715375</id><published>2008-04-12T19:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:04:28.851+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawthorn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tram Museum'/><title type='text'>Tram Museum</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Tram Museum at Hawthorn I and got to go on all the old trams, ner, ner, ner, ner.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_razz.gif" alt="razz" title="razz" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad used to be a tram driver and where all the trams were, he used to get his uniform.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go in the driving compartment and I got to go on a cable tram.&lt;br /&gt;I also got to ring the bell and I got to go on a L-class, W-class, C-class, Z-class, W7-class, B-class, Y1-class, W1-class, X2class, No.8 class which was nice, S.W.S-class, SW6-class, A-class, B1-class, and a B2-class.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cool.gif" alt="cool" title="cool" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The No.8-class was my favourite 'coz it had lead light windows, and I loved being in it's driving compartment and it was very Art Deco.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a tram from Sweden and another one was from Germany.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there was one weird one that had bits of old W-class trams but only on the front and back 'coz it was pedal powered but sadly you couldn't go on it.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_cry.gif" alt="cry" title="cry" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun walking through all the tram carriages.&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun that I lost Dad a few times.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_lol.gif" alt="lol" title="lol" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a room where there was an old tram that was stripped so people that are training to be tram drivers can see how a tram works and plus there would be fake problems with the tram so those people could find out what to do if there's a problem.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool that when Dad and I were leaving I didn't want to leave but sadly Dad made me leave so I did as I was told, and when Dad and I came home I tied him up and I gave him 1000 whippings.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mad.gif" alt="mad" title="mad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-7235611648314715375?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/7235611648314715375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=7235611648314715375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7235611648314715375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/7235611648314715375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/tram-museum.html' title='Tram Museum'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8023037320225033236</id><published>2008-04-11T17:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:08:33.125+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Deco'/><title type='text'>Art Deco</title><content type='html'>I'm signed up for another lecture about Art-Deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art-Deco was a style of lines and then circles called Geometric. It wasn't just with buildings, it was also with women's clothing, jewellery and  tables, chairs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;It took the world by storm.&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely and it still is.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if it happened over night, that's how quick it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8023037320225033236?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8023037320225033236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8023037320225033236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8023037320225033236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8023037320225033236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-deco.html' title='Art Deco'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-2604154568328184254</id><published>2008-04-11T16:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:30:55.294+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>More Archaeology</title><content type='html'>Hullo.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about the finds I've got from the hole I've been talking about for days.&lt;br /&gt; I've got buckets of things coming out of that hole and there's also a medicine bottle that isn't broken and it has a hallmark on it.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_biggrin.gif" alt="biggrin" title="biggrin" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also found old bottles and a old house that had blue stone walls. I've found bits of old wooden walls, and window glass, but sadly they're all in small bits of rubble.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_sad.gif" alt="sad" title="sad" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found heaps of stuff, but you're going to have to wait 'coz I haven't taken a pic of them, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2604154568328184254?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2604154568328184254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2604154568328184254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2604154568328184254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2604154568328184254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-archaeology.html' title='More Archaeology'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-8825721010073518797</id><published>2008-04-11T15:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:30:00.195+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecture'/><title type='text'>The lecture</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a lecture last Tuesday and they spoke about all the teachers that went to the first world and that they were in the front line much longer than most people and that there were only two female school staff who enlisted.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_eek.gif" alt="eek" title="eek" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady that did the lecture was the only person in the world to do the research that she did.&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us a lot of stories about teachers and other school staff that went to the front line, and after the lecture this other woman talked about a lot of men that didn't want to shoot any one, so they became stretcher bearers and she talked about her uncle that was one of them, the lecturer said she knew about the other lady's uncle's story.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_surprised.gif" alt="surprised" title="surprised" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it and it was fun siting there and hearing all of those stores.&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://wolverinex02.googlepages.com/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt="mrgreen" title="mrgreen" height="15" width="15" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-8825721010073518797?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/8825721010073518797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=8825721010073518797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8825721010073518797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/8825721010073518797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title='The lecture'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1915308437283556980</id><published>2008-04-08T12:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:20:01.529+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>Archaeology yet again</title><content type='html'>Hello Folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm helping Mum plot the old cable tram route, which is a type of Archaeology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun doing this, that last night I got bugger all sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also reading Unravelling Piltdown&lt;br /&gt;and I'm just about to start reading "THE CALL OF THE WILD" but any way I'm doing a type of Archaeology, and I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tram routes used to go all the way from Market street to Station pier and South Melbourne Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a type of Archaeology 'coz if you want to know more about history, you sometimes have to learn about, say, I don't know, where cable trams went to.&lt;br /&gt; If you want to know where some thing was and there's not a complete  map of where it was, than you'll need to get some info and try to see if those streets where it was are still there, and if so, then try and place the info together and make a map of where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that street isn't there any more then try and use the street that is there as a guide and try to find and ask local historians that know about that street and area.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable trams conected the city to distant places. Another benefit was, they helped expand Melbourne, expand suburbs and it was cheaper than catching a horse taxi.&lt;br /&gt;The cable tram also helped make businesses much bigger and let those businesses go to places where they couldn't go to before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1915308437283556980?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1915308437283556980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1915308437283556980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1915308437283556980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1915308437283556980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/archaeology-yet-again.html' title='Archaeology yet again'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-9047624767131892057</id><published>2008-04-08T11:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:05:02.855+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drop bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Drop bear dropping contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEWS FLASH ON,&lt;/span&gt; THE CHRONICLES OF FERAL BEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Dad proved he was a drop bear when he fell out of the pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;He was in so much pain that he was in bed all day, and to make things even worse he was kicked out of bed by the dogs so he had to sleep on the chairs in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Now over to you Mini Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW WITH THE SPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mr D.B Beast did the most fantastic drop in the Drop Bear dropping contest and won the best bruises the world has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-9047624767131892057?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/9047624767131892057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=9047624767131892057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/9047624767131892057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/9047624767131892057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/drop-bear-dropping-contest.html' title='Drop bear dropping contest'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5958222550646306643</id><published>2008-04-04T14:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:07:59.761+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sci fi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The day my backyard became an alien space port</title><content type='html'>I'm going to wright a Sci-Fi story for a change, and it's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" The day my back yard became a alien space port ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was out in the back yard and I think the time was 12:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;I saw what looked like a star in the sky, as soon as I saw it I went inside to tell Mum and Dad but they said I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;When I went back outside  it was brighter and then it crashed in the back yard, and it just opened up.&lt;br /&gt;When this happened Mum and Dad came out and they were in some kind of trance.&lt;br /&gt;Once this happened something climb up their legs, and then they started to change into praying mantis and that's when I knew that they hadn't turned into them, instead they had been eaten inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Then they started running after me and if it wasn't for my dog, they would have eaten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when they started screaming, then they just ran into the shed.&lt;br /&gt;Dog (which I called him when I was a baby) and I were trying to force the door open.&lt;br /&gt;We heard a scratching noise, and the ground started to move, then they jumped out of the hole.&lt;br /&gt;They started making something where they had crashed.&lt;br /&gt;It got bigger and opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ground opened up again and then some eggs hatched.&lt;br /&gt;A space-ship landed and then me and my dog were put in a cage and given a TV and then we saw earth being taken over and we had to help them or we'd be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what has happened up until now and thats why I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5958222550646306643?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-2841775989668599587</id><published>2008-04-04T14:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:55:19.523+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='archaeology'/><title type='text'>My new dig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R_WbXXKFSBI/AAAAAAAAABg/b_kqzOirk30/s1600-h/backyarddig+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R_WbXXKFSBI/AAAAAAAAABg/b_kqzOirk30/s200/backyarddig+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185221371642595346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooooooo. This is one of my digs in the back yard. It's the reason why I haven't put a post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've found beer bottle glass, plus, I think I've found the blacksmiths house.&lt;br /&gt;I've found plaster and blue stone walls and white washed wood.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a photo of it all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely at the pic you can see one of our chooks that's over-seeing my work.&lt;br /&gt;It even jumped on my shovel and I had to shake it off, but the little bugger jumped into a tunnel I'm digging 'coz I can't dig the hole wider, so I have to dig a tunnel, and trust me, it's safe and I'm not up setting Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two chooks but the other one hasn't seen it yet or she's going in it when I'm not around ( don't say they don't want to go in 'coz it's so deep, 'coz I dug a hole at least 6 feet deep and they were always in it no matter what but we had to fill it in, but I'll talk about that another time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-2841775989668599587?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/2841775989668599587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=2841775989668599587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2841775989668599587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/2841775989668599587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-dig.html' title='My new dig'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R_WbXXKFSBI/AAAAAAAAABg/b_kqzOirk30/s72-c/backyarddig+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-5820907088958624683</id><published>2008-03-29T11:48:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:46:03.383+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mammals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australian dinosaurs'/><title type='text'>A bit of everything</title><content type='html'>They have found a new type of person!&lt;br /&gt;It's called a "Hobbit" and it was a very small race of people.&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they're still out there, 'coz there's heaps of sitings of them every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/03/05/2181280.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to find out some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few dinosaurs bigger than T-Rex, in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;We also had a long necked dino that was very big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were apart of Gondwanaland we were apart of south America and Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Around that time the inland sea didn't exist, so we had the biggest animals in the world and some of them were as big as blue whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not think this but we're living on one of the oldest land mases on the planet, so if you want to take a risk and see some big dinosaurs click &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/news/earth-hour/gondwana-dinosaurs-rule-ok/2008/03/05/1204402557479.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if not then be a chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Australia there is a type of worm that has been found and it's the first animal to have had sex.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know it's a bit rude to phrase it like that but they are, in fact they're one of the first animals on earth to create the next generation by mating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a type of tube worm, you know, the ones at the very bottom of the sea, anyway they're a type of worm that's not like your garden worm.&lt;br /&gt;They had no mouth as far as we know and they were stuck to the ground like sea weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to meet it click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.blogger.com/Fossil%20sheds%20light%20on%20the%20history%20of%20sex"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just read about this guy who is blind but he's a geologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may think, "this guy is making it up" but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;He came from the England in the 1980's.&lt;br /&gt;He's  looking for the Templars treasure, which is thought to be in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;He's also done a lot of research about them so he can get a clue to where the treasure lies.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows where it is though, so he'll be lucky if he finds it.&lt;br /&gt;I think he will, even if he's blind, I still think he'll find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for people like you Mr V, you should click &lt;a href="http://www.teachers.ash.org.au/jmresources/fossils/links.html#australian"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so your class can learn about Aussie Dino's.&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr V, if you also want your class to learn about extinct Australian mammals, click &lt;a href="http://www.environment.gov.au/heritage/worldheritage/sites/fossil/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-5820907088958624683?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/5820907088958624683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=5820907088958624683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5820907088958624683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/5820907088958624683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/bit-of-everything.html' title='A bit of everything'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-4437489221813792529</id><published>2008-03-25T13:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:30:04.854+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digging'/><title type='text'>St Kilda dig.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to talk about the dig thats going on in St Kilda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know they're doing it illegally by not getting permission but they're trying to protect our history and plus I've done the same thing when I dig up my back yard and find things in the holes I make, so really I'm breaking the law just to protect our history, too.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're wondering how I'm breaking the law it's 'coz things that are found underground, that have been buried for 50 years or more, are the governments property and it's illegal to have things like that (yes I know, it's a stupid law but it's not surprising, well, because that's the government for ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have found a tooth paste lid worth $10,000 and some bottles worth $20,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now I'm only going to warn you once, this is PART 1 'coz I'm going there tomorrow, so if you think there's lack of info, then you better stay on the blog for more info, and who knows, I might dig something up, 'coz when I see a a good time to dig, theres no stopping me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more on the diggers &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/heraldsun/story/0,21985,23426302-2862,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-4437489221813792529?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/4437489221813792529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=4437489221813792529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4437489221813792529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/4437489221813792529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-kilda-dig.html' title='St Kilda dig.'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2434726878320753734.post-1548184481904682312</id><published>2008-03-25T12:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:17:55.737+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='megafauna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australia'/><title type='text'>Prehistoric animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-19.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-20.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Hello again, I'm going to talk about the Australian mega fauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave animals from that time is the Marsupial Lion, the giant goanna, flesh eating 'roos, giant wombats, the three meter high emu's, and all the other animals from that time.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know what a Marsupial Lion is, it's a giant possum.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a bit about it.&lt;br /&gt;This great big possum-like animal was a carnivore.&lt;br /&gt;It had giant teeth that would slice it's prey in half like a warm knife going through butter.&lt;br /&gt;It's other weapon was a big claw on it's thumb.&lt;br /&gt;It used it's claw in fights and for killing it's prey.&lt;br /&gt;It was also as big as a leopard.&lt;br /&gt;It's skull was like a cats.&lt;br /&gt;It was also around when the Aborigines first came to Australia, it was a night hunter too, so if a Aborigine walked under a tree that had a Marsupial Lion in it, then the Aborigine would be killed very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Tasmanian devils were on the main land and there were also giant roo's and giant crocs and ant eaters.&lt;br /&gt;Marsupials drove out the animals that were not Marsupials for some reason,  some people think it's because the Marsupials were much stronger.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettina has some photos on her blog that are skeletons of some Megafauna found in a phosphate mine. Click &lt;a href="http://dancestothebeetofherowndrum.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/phosphate-mine/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see her great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-14.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-16.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2434726878320753734-1548184481904682312?l=thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/feeds/1548184481904682312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2434726878320753734&amp;postID=1548184481904682312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1548184481904682312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2434726878320753734/posts/default/1548184481904682312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thechroniclesofferalbeast.blogspot.com/2008/03/prehistoric-animals.html' title='Prehistoric animals'/><author><name>Feral Beast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143227888315736467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pbisb0IN7rQ/R-9CRXKFSAI/AAAAAAAAABY/GhtaudBuesg/S220/austdino4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
