Mexico,Rosita 1820.It was a long hot day in Mexico city.There are rows of grapes and stacks of sandias,watermelon.I went out side para que a gare una una sandia.I went aut side to get a watermelon.My mom yelled and tolled me to be carful with the knife. I saw my dad sharpenet with the rock.Wen I cut the sandia it was hevy like a big rock.Wene i finally got inside i put the sandia on the table and mi mama cut a peice, for me and my brother and sister. It was so good it was jucie and red as a apple. I could not stand the taste it was just so good.
This site contains information and advertising about Scholastic and third party products.