Vildi bara deila með ykkur fyrsta ritverki mýslunnar. Heimavinnan þessa vikuna var að skrifa sögu sem gerist neðansjávar og hér er afraksturinn: (Ég vil taka fram að ég aðstoðaði eingöngu við stafsetningu)

The story of Nessiel

One morning at Whitly street Nessiel the seahorse was a sleep in his seaweed bed. His bed was made of seaweed and sand. It was 10:30 in the morning and Nessiel's alarm clock was ringing madly. "Okay I am coming" he went down to the kitchen.
His kitchen was as round as the moon. He light candles to see through his dark house and he also had a fire place to keep cosy and warm. Now he was going to get his shoes and coat on and go to the pub to meet his friends. On his way he was also going to buy a new pair of shoes. He swam down to the fish and chip pub. His friends were of course Whitey the white shark and Willey the whale.
He opened the door of the pub and went inside the pub, he found a table where his mates were sitting, he said "hello" and then rushed off to get some beer and ale and also some fish and chips and then sat down to eat, drink and talk but just then in the middle of a conversation he was dragged away by a seal. "I have just seen something really cool in the museum" he cried, "Okay" Nessiel said in a low voice.
They went to the museum together and inside the museum there were starfish selling crystals, Nessiel bought some, went back to the pub, showed his mates the custals and told them "you get them from the museum." He headed home, put his crystals in his windowsill. It had started to rain, he got a blanket, turned on the fireplace and lit a few candles, turned on the tv and chose a movie. He put the movie in the video recorder and started to watch a movie while it was raining buckets outside.

Brilliant!!