The First Thanksgiving

Do you know how this tradition started?
Ana Beatriz found this video and wanted to share it with us.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanks giving is just around the corner.
What are you thankful for?

Happy Guy Fawkes' Day!

Remember, remember the 5th of November...

On the 5th of November 1605, Guy Fawkes, a Catholic rebel, with some conspirators, planned to blow up the Houses of Parliament in Britain and kill the Protestant King James I with gunpowder which had been placed in the cellars. This became known as The Gunpowder Plot. Guy Fawkes was arrested, tortured and hanged after revealing the names of all the other conspirators.

Since then this day has been celebrated all over England with fireworks and bonfires. Children make a Guy withn old clothes, newspapers, straw and a mask. Then they take it around the streets asking for money to buy fireworks,saying: "A penny for the Guy".

The good old times...

This is a video Beatriz found.
It's a realy old one, but it is very funny.
Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udj3zSTogn8

It's Halloween - Walt Disney World, Magic Kingdom

Don't you just love Walt Disney?

Let's have some fun!

Halloween Jokes

Time for a break from Halloween stories, let us have a few laughs:

• Where do baby ghosts go during the day?
  Dayscare centers (Dayscare centres in the UK)

• What did Dr. Frankenstein get when he put a goldfish brain in the body of his dog?
  I don't know, but it is great at chasing submarines.

• What do you get when you cross Bambi with a ghost?
  Bamboo

• How did the ghost sew his sheet?
  With a pumpkin patch.

• Why did the witches' team lose the table tennis game?
  Their bats flew away

• Why was big sister Joanne unhappy when she won first prize for the best costume at the Halloween party?
  Because Joanne had only come to collect her brother!

• Why was Felix tickled by the chicken wings at the Halloween party?
  Because the feathers were still on the chickens!

• What do ghosts like to dance to?
  Soul music!

A fun Halloween short story

 Halloween's coming!

The King of the Cats

by Ernest Rhys Fairy-Gold

Once upon a time there were two brothers who lived in a lonely house in a very lonely part of Scotland. An old woman used to do the cooking, and there was no one else, unless we count her cat and their own dogs, within miles of them.

One autumn afternoon the elder of the two, whom we will call Elshender, said he would not go out - so the younger one, Fergus, went alone to follow the path where they had been shooting the day before, far across the mountains.

He meant to return home before the early sunset - however, he did not do so, and Elshender became very uneasy as he watched and waited in vain till long after their usual suppertime.

 At last Fergus returned, wet and exhausted, nor did he explain why he was so late.

But after supper when the two brothers were seated before the fire, on which the peat crackled cheerfully, the dogs lying at their feet, and the old woman's black cat sitting gravely with half-shut eyes on the hearth between them, Fergus recovered himself and began to tell his adventures.

"You must be wondering," said he, "what made me so late. I have had a very, very strange adventure to-day. I hardly know what to say about it. I went, as I told you I should, along our yesterday's track. A mountain fog came on just as I was about to turn homewards, and I completely lost my way. I wandered about for a long time not knowing where I was, till at last I saw a light, and made for it, hoping to get help."

"As I came near it, it disappeared, and I found myself close to an old oak tree. I climbed into the branches the better to look for the light, and, behold! there it was right beneath me, inside the hollow trunk of the tree. I seemed to be looking down into a church, where a funeral was taking place. I heard singing, and saw a coffin surrounded by torches, all carried by--But I know you won't believe me, Elshender, if I tell you!"

His brother eagerly begged him to go on, and threw a dry peat on the fire to encourage him. The dogs were sleeping quietly, but the cat was sitting up, and seemed to be listening just as carefully and cannily as Elshender himself. Both brothers, indeed, turned their eyes on the cat as Fergus took up his story.

"Yes," he continued, "it is as true as I sit here. The coffin and the torches were both carried by CATS, and upon the coffin were marked a crown and a scepter!"

He got no farther, for the black cat started up, shrieking:--

"My stars! old Peter's dead, and I'm the King o' the Cats!"--Then rushed up the chimney, and was seen no more.

Here's a funny story to get you in the mood!