<?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-255737384608627571</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:45:12.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It only happens in the mind of Ezra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-6914171405204780968</id><published>2009-02-08T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:27:24.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Time</title><content type='html'>When I was about to leave school, I said, "Hi!" to a man and he threw something that had monkeys around it.  I turned into a monkey when it hit me.  Then, I looked behind there and somebody threw something else at me that turned me into a Leopard Crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lions were all around me but I smashed them down.  Then, when I was walking, I turned into a Giant Pincher Robot.  I could shoot out pinchers and smash into things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took people drinks because it was thirsty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-6914171405204780968?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/6914171405204780968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=6914171405204780968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/6914171405204780968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/6914171405204780968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2009/02/monkey-time.html' title='Monkey Time'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-7236110465003318856</id><published>2009-02-05T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:31:59.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dragon and Lion</title><content type='html'>The Dragon and Lion were friends.  They looked down, up, down, up,  down, up, down, up,down, up, down, up.  Then they said, "These two new friends need to go away."  So, the dragon closed his eyes and couldn't open them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when he looked down and a monster was under him and it smashed him to the ground and then he woke up.  He saw some footsteps.  He followed them.  He saw they turned all around, around and around and they smashed their tail on the floor.  They had something to do.  They put on their clothes and smashed his clothes and the dragon just opened his eyes again.  He wrapped something around his tail and then he smashed it and it turned the dragon into a robot and it turned the lion into a robot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, down he needed to look.  He looked and then when the monster jumped from under him, he growled at him and then the monster turned into a bubble.  He fell off the edge.  He pressed a button on his hand when he was a robot and then he flied off.  (flying noises.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-7236110465003318856?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/7236110465003318856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=7236110465003318856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7236110465003318856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7236110465003318856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2009/02/dragon-and-lion.html' title='The Dragon and Lion'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8305365755033024478</id><published>2009-02-05T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:58:25.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiger's name was "TigerCat"</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a tiger.  He left himself in a home.  Then, he had to go up and look for his friends.  He found a lion, they said, "Let's race!" and they ran so fast but the tiger won because he turned and smashed the lion down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the tiger ran away and he turned something and then he had to put his astronaut suit on because he accidentally turned that thing that made rocket things come out.  Then, he was a driver and he fixed the ship and he controlled the thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he flied to the Dinosaur Land, then he flied to the moon and found monsters, ghost-es and aliens.  And he started to fight with them because they smash-ed down the monster.  He pulled and punch-ed the ghost.  He just went up the moon and dropped that alien off the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he went back to Dinosaur World and smashed all the dinosaurs around.  There was an alien snake ghost and a monster snake one at another world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he goes back to his home and cooks dinner for his children and his friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8305365755033024478?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8305365755033024478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8305365755033024478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8305365755033024478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8305365755033024478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2009/02/tigers-name-was-tigercat.html' title='The Tiger&apos;s name was &quot;TigerCat&quot;'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-1339439070424836463</id><published>2008-09-24T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T01:11:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Bracelet</title><content type='html'>The magic bracelet did something--it hit somebody and it said "Something is here!  It's a ball"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put on the magic bracelet, it shoots magic all over the place.  If it hits somebody, it makes them turn into a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit somebody two times.  It went bonk bonk.  It broke the ball cuz somebody was a superhero and that is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-1339439070424836463?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/1339439070424836463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=1339439070424836463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/1339439070424836463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/1339439070424836463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/09/magic-bracelet.html' title='The Magic Bracelet'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-9034587275722489965</id><published>2008-09-17T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:09:10.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream from so much days</title><content type='html'>I found a baby hippo.  I went to it and it grabbed for its Mamma and it said, "Graaaaaa!"  Then the mamma came.  It started at me.  "Hippos are mean," said me.  I found a dragon.  Then I called for its Mamma.  And then I said, "Here."  and the dragon said, "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us ran home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-9034587275722489965?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/9034587275722489965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=9034587275722489965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/9034587275722489965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/9034587275722489965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-dream-from-so-much-days.html' title='My dream from so much days'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-2645253510755243536</id><published>2008-09-03T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:53:32.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide-n-Seek at School</title><content type='html'>I was hiding in the bathroom, hiding where you pee, and one of my teachers found me first.  He said, "I found Zebra!" because he thought my name was Zebra.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the animal one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody else came in and they sat in a chair and they made funny animals because he gave them all hair.  I wasn't funny because I was a sheep.  He made me not funny and then he made the rest funny.  I wasn't funny because he didn't put any hair on me.  I wanted to be the sheep.  The teacher was the frog!!!! He gave the dog hair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He read a book about a sleeping dog but he didn't read all of it.  The dog was sleeping and we saw Z's coming out and after that happened, the cat woke up.  All the animals woke up but not the dog...because he himself was making that sound.  The cat was in the farm.  And there was a frog in the farm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-2645253510755243536?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/2645253510755243536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=2645253510755243536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/2645253510755243536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/2645253510755243536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/09/hide-n-seek-at-school.html' title='Hide-n-Seek at School'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-6968603015405603952</id><published>2008-08-29T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:04:40.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I closed my eyes and I saw:</title><content type='html'>The moon was a heart and a boat was going by it.  There were people in the boat having a birthday. They were going into the heart moon.  They were going to eat cheese with crackers.  Then they went back home.  The lived in America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-6968603015405603952?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/6968603015405603952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=6968603015405603952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/6968603015405603952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/6968603015405603952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-closed-my-eyes-and-i-saw.html' title='I closed my eyes and I saw:'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-9215072286071014689</id><published>2008-08-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:32:44.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About making me have a booboo</title><content type='html'>They wiped something on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they wrapped something around my arm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they picked that thing up that made me have a booboo and then I looked away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, it hurt a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then, we picked up a hair ball and we held it on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I ripped all the hair balls off and then my booboo was away…after five seconds my booboo was away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then I got a prize—a red dinosaur thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-9215072286071014689?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/9215072286071014689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=9215072286071014689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/9215072286071014689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/9215072286071014689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-making-me-have-booboo.html' title='About making me have a booboo'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-7165911230510984593</id><published>2008-08-24T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:52:03.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still two little birdies.</title><content type='html'>There were still so much dinosaurs and one dinosaur.  And the two little birdies go to another store where you have to bring so many pets to go there.  They brought all the dinosaurs.  Then a giant one stepped on one of the houses but didn't step on one where people was in it.  They broke out and they made all of the dinosaurs back into a foon and gave it to the store.  The two little birdies just wanted one of them and it was the Bracciosaurus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-7165911230510984593?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/7165911230510984593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=7165911230510984593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7165911230510984593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7165911230510984593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-two-little-birdies.html' title='Still two little birdies.'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-7631940462137051268</id><published>2008-08-19T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:58:43.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about the little birdies.</title><content type='html'>They dropped another foon to make another pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It transformed into a brachiosaurus.  They turned it back into a foon.  They said, "I don't want the brachiosaurus."   They didn't want any of the brachiosaurus ones.  When they grow up, they put the whole house in the toilet but not the birdies, the toys or them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got one and threw it down and it was a triceratops one.  Then, they got so much foons and they kept dropping all of them but none of them was a bracchiosaurus.  They dropped so much that one started to be a T-Rex.  The dinosaurs ate all the things.  The birdies picked a banana, a grape...the birdies bringed all the food to the house  and they builded a new house.  They put all the fruit in the fruit bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinosaurs was going to build a robot.  All the ones did it.  They went inside it and they didn't know how to stop shooting.  They kept shooting everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More tomorrow...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-7631940462137051268?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/7631940462137051268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=7631940462137051268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7631940462137051268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7631940462137051268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-about-little-birdies.html' title='More about the little birdies.'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8342965864437974673</id><published>2008-08-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:21:28.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These two little birdies:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g101/CarleighMarler/?action=view&amp;amp;current=embroideryandkids021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g101/CarleighMarler/embroideryandkids021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two little birdies fly to the fruit store.  They bumped into another birdie.  He said, "Don't do that."  Then they flied around and someone said, "Stop going really fast!"  They flew into a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two little birdies went to the store.  They read the sign that said, "Go over here for a toy store."  They found toys and they bought two toys and foon.  You drop foon and when you drop it, it makes you have a pet.  A dinosaur one.  So now the two little birdies have a T-Rex pet.  It will grow up in a minute.  It will eat everything in the house except the toys and the birdies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birdies went to sleep and when they woke up and found their pet in the kitchen, they found a huge mess.  They said, "What did you do?"  And the dinosaur say, "I ate all the food except for you and the toys."  They flushed all the fruit mess (the banana peels but the seeds they planted so it could grow) down the toilet.  One birdie jumped in and taked a bath there.  He thought that was a bathtub.  He tried to get out and not go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will tell about another of those two little birdies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8342965864437974673?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8342965864437974673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8342965864437974673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8342965864437974673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8342965864437974673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-two-little-birdies.html' title='These two little birdies:'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-5067222795209241114</id><published>2008-08-15T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T02:48:01.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to play scissors, paper, rock.</title><content type='html'>First, you go scissor, paper, rock.  When one person do rock and one person do scissors, rock breaks scissors.  Paper covers rock.  (I just saw a fighting thing and scissors broke rock!)  Scissors cuts paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lava kills everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-5067222795209241114?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/5067222795209241114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=5067222795209241114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5067222795209241114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5067222795209241114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-play-scissors-paper-rock.html' title='How to play scissors, paper, rock.'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-5242775696150507404</id><published>2008-08-13T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:29:05.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><content type='html'>I got stung by a bee and I wanted to go inside and I wanted to kill the bee.  I tried to kill it but it turned around and tried to sting me.  I tried to get it off but Mamma opened the door and then I put the bee in the door and Mamma closed the door on the bee and it killed the bee.  I didn't want any bees to come in here...I did everything to not let bees in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the boo-boo--the part where it stung me--but no boo-boo was on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-5242775696150507404?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/5242775696150507404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=5242775696150507404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5242775696150507404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5242775696150507404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-5836369908917683198</id><published>2008-08-12T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:21:55.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maze</title><content type='html'>We went outside and found a dragon path.  We found the fire path and thought it was a door.  Then, they found the door.  They went out and found the mantle super hero's home.  And then, he went and looked down and he found the python cave and the bat cave.   He battled them and scared them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mantle superhero scares everything away.  He transforms into a shell and that is his shield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-5836369908917683198?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/5836369908917683198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=5836369908917683198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5836369908917683198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5836369908917683198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/maze.html' title='Maze'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8865334066781886202</id><published>2008-08-12T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:10:17.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About my DS</title><content type='html'>My DS is a flat square.  It is black.  It opens like a book.  Ben 10 is already on it.  You push down, down, down, down, down, down and then you find it.  Choose your guy--what you're going to be outside.  I can win on the DS.   Only you can do the fast guy when you win.  I can't play it today because I yelled at my mamma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8865334066781886202?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8865334066781886202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8865334066781886202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8865334066781886202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8865334066781886202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-my-ds.html' title='About my DS'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-3319923065923770157</id><published>2008-08-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:41:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a giant bug.</title><content type='html'>The giant bug went to a giant named Michael.   He had a red nose.  The giant didn't know a giant scorpion was coming.  It poisoned him.  The poison almost got him but it missed him.  He jumped away and then threw the giant scorpion  into the water.   A shark got the giant scorpion.  Then the whales killed the shark.  The giant named Michael ran away into the giant cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  I told Ezra that his blog today was called "I Found a Bug."  He said, "Make it a giant bug."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-3319923065923770157?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/3319923065923770157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=3319923065923770157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/3319923065923770157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/3319923065923770157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-found-giant-bug.html' title='I found a giant bug.'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-4860817629540065670</id><published>2008-08-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:54:21.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing on the Plane Nice</title><content type='html'>You put your seat belts on.  They have Ben 10 on the DS.  They chose the guy and he transformed into the flying guy or the fire guy.   Then they killed--they were just robots.  It loaded down and it transformed into the kid again.  Four Arms can do something.  He can jump up and do something and he can hit the ground.  He does blue and put it on the bad guy.  The bad guy falls down and he blew up...He just fell down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-4860817629540065670?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/4860817629540065670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=4860817629540065670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/4860817629540065670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/4860817629540065670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/playing-on-plane-nice.html' title='Playing on the Plane Nice'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8147227569335605404</id><published>2008-08-07T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:49:27.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Real"</title><content type='html'>I'm playing a game.  This game is called "Real."  It's a leopard that turns into a dragon with magic.  The magic goes around him and then he goes so far away and it transforms him into the dragon.   The mans say, "Oh, that's a giant T-Rex," And then he comes and pushes the T-Rex down.  He goes around behind him and fires the T-Rex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8147227569335605404?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8147227569335605404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8147227569335605404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8147227569335605404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8147227569335605404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/real.html' title='&quot;Real&quot;'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-7884359650244182048</id><published>2008-08-05T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:51:15.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma's tongs become a "Crab T-Rex" sometimes.</title><content type='html'>The Crab T-Rex was battling with a Striped T-Rex.  The T-Rexes had power but they took the power away.    Then they battled and the small T-rexes didn't want to fight again so they just walked away.  They go find other raptors and eat them.  They like meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-7884359650244182048?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/7884359650244182048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=7884359650244182048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7884359650244182048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7884359650244182048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/mammas-tongs-become-crab-t-rex.html' title='Mamma&apos;s tongs become a &quot;Crab T-Rex&quot; sometimes.'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-5138140482935525416</id><published>2008-08-05T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T01:56:46.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book:  Dinosaur Land</title><content type='html'>The dinosaurs were playing miniclips but they didn't want to.  They didn't like it because all of them have fire guys and all the miniclips stuff has fire guys.  They just played the dragon game instead.  They wanted the dragon game really quickly and they got it right now.   To play the dragon game, you need to wack and you're the dragon.  You need to go up and down on it and don't let anyone shoot you or you're just a dragon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-5138140482935525416?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/5138140482935525416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=5138140482935525416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5138140482935525416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/5138140482935525416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/book-dinosaur-land.html' title='Book:  Dinosaur Land'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-2414703355872488066</id><published>2008-08-03T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:46:48.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Land</title><content type='html'>The dinosaurs don't know a big worm is coming to their home.  It went around their home and when they came out, they saw the big worm's trail and so they followed it.  But they found the big worm and then they bited it. Then, a dragon came and grabbed onto the worm and flew him away and threw into the water.  That was the dinosaur's dragon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-2414703355872488066?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/2414703355872488066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=2414703355872488066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/2414703355872488066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/2414703355872488066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinosaur-land.html' title='Dinosaur Land'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8322952233535978382</id><published>2008-08-01T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:14:45.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StarFox</title><content type='html'>We like to play a game on the Wii called "StarFox."  We played it.   I'm really good.  One person can be a girl and one person can be a bird and one person can be a fox and one person can be a frog and one person can be Peppy.  Peppy is the rabbit.   There are different worlds.  In one, you are in a space world.  And someone clicked on that one.  Then you choose to be the girl and the other person choose to be Peppy...the new guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we are to the space ship and you can transform into something else...you can spin around but you do not do it inside a car.   There are different guns: they have the same guns as us, like missiles, when you're a man, you can have rubber band guns and not space ship guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat all the ones all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8322952233535978382?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8322952233535978382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8322952233535978382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8322952233535978382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8322952233535978382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/08/starfox.html' title='StarFox'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8691540755162906811</id><published>2008-07-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:20:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragons</title><content type='html'>The dragons were there beating up the mans and bad guy dragons but they couldn't know Eura was a king of dragons.  Any animal couldn't beat up her--only her can beat up them.  Tigers went around her and then she beated up them.   All animals went around her and she beated up them.  Only dinosaurs can beat her.  No dinosaurs came.  She could not beat up the Tyrannosaurus Rexes.    But none of them came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tiger with wings, tiger dragons, went around her.  But they was a king too but one of them was a girl and her was a queen.  They runned after her and then were on her but her had a wand andshot them off her.  Her said, "Get off me!" power and then lines came and all of them came off her.  They threw them at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8691540755162906811?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8691540755162906811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8691540755162906811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8691540755162906811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8691540755162906811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/07/dragons.html' title='Dragons'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-8841748551859129298</id><published>2008-07-30T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:32:37.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying to stars</title><content type='html'>A mud snake came out of his cave.  He didn't know some robot dinosaurs were around it.  They were made out of dinosaurs locks.  And water came around...lions runned after them and arrows pointed at it and cars "mantled" it but the mud snake took all of it.  But the dinosaurs didn't care...they threw dinosaurs at all of him.  They taked a walk in the water...alligator didn't care because he killed all the sharks.  But one fish ate the alligator.  It was a big fish.  But they didn't know they got mud at the water.  That killed all the big fishes.  And they flied up in flying cars and went into the sun.  They went into space and went into a dinosaur world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-8841748551859129298?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/8841748551859129298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=8841748551859129298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8841748551859129298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/8841748551859129298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/07/flying-to-stars.html' title='Flying to stars'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-4576756386387190557</id><published>2008-07-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:23:34.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud Snakes</title><content type='html'>Pokemon took and throwed out something.  It was a mud snake.  And then a dinosaur came out and then a lion disappeared and all the little animals disappears except dinosaurs DIDN'T.  Policemans came...all the things make them disappear except dinosaurs didn't.  The dinosaurs didn't care.  All the bad guys made them transform into snakes and finally came but monsters and mud snakes didn't care...he just beat up all of them and got them out of caves.  Mud snakes saved the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-4576756386387190557?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/4576756386387190557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=4576756386387190557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/4576756386387190557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/4576756386387190557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/07/mud-snakes.html' title='Mud Snakes'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-255737384608627571.post-7677936417314577568</id><published>2008-07-29T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:43:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Ben 10.</title><content type='html'>A bad guy was inside the eating room and then he came out and he scared everyone.  Ben was that guy whose head is upside down and he had little legs and one eye.  He ran in, shot lasers at the bad guy, and then pushed him upstairs--a broken escalator.  He couldn't get back down.  They were safe in no time.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/255737384608627571-7677936417314577568?l=inthemindofezra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/feeds/7677936417314577568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=255737384608627571&amp;postID=7677936417314577568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7677936417314577568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/255737384608627571/posts/default/7677936417314577568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemindofezra.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-ben-10.html' title='About Ben 10.'/><author><name>Ezra Marler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11572784150571144417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
