Who Saw What April Ate?

Oh poor April, her eating habits are out of control. On this date, April 8, write a story about what that girl ate.

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I Saw!

Written by AstroComfy on April 11, 2014 3:34 pm
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April ate keto because she thought it was neato.
It made her fast like a torpedo and look good in a speedo.


April Through the Year

Written by ZanGR on April 9, 2014 10:09 am
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This is the first year she determined to try something new. She had always loved apples and would march right to the orchard any day in spring to get them. Now, April thought, “I may like oranges as well.” Her friend June helped her select some beautiful navels at the market. June offered to slice the oranges, but April wanted to maintain her independence that day. She placed a segment of orange in her mouth, and when the juice burst onto her tongue she realized what an august fruit the orange was. How had she never known? As she finished the orange and reached for another, she thought she might fall in love. It was a scary prospect. Still, she gave thanks to her dear friend for introducing her to the majestic fruit. She believed June had given her a wonderful gift. April ate her oranges, happily wondering what delectable new fruits she might try next year.


April Mae

Written by Cris Crissman @Cris2B on April 9, 2014 12:10 am
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April Mae
with apologies to Shel Silverstein
http://www.akoot.com/shelsilverstein16.html

Have you heard of little April Mae,
Who ate her way to China
She thought she could,
She said she would,
So she started in LA

Smoothies, Korean tacos, and arugula,
April Mae was quite adventurous,
She’d not be choosy
She’d once got boozy
But still she ate and ate

And everyone said, “You’re way too young,”
But that didn’t bother April Mae,
She took her time and tried it all,
Just like a gourmet should . . .

. . . and ninety-nine years later she arrived in Shanghai
Because she said she would!!!


April Ate

Written by Tammy on April 8, 2014 7:06 pm
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April ate and ate
Many shook their head, though a few could relate.
How could she do this out in the open, they would often debate
But April kept on eating; even on a date.


Naughty April.

Written by Spotty Minnie Bannister on April 8, 2014 5:43 pm
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Naughty April has just munched her way through a giant packet of Mars Malteaster “Mini Bunnies”. Milk chocolate bunnies with a crunch and creamy Maltesers┬« centre. Only 62 kcal per bunny which is good. A bit like a hunk of cheese or 10 peanuts. Although with ten in a pack that is quite a lot though. Naughty April. One bunny on the lips is a pound not the hips is it not? Does my bunny look big in this? I think April should refrain from chocolate for an entire 24 hours.


The Cooking Club

Written by Ronald on April 8, 2014 11:00 am
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In January April eats May’s breakfast
In February May eats June’s lunch
In March July eats August’s dinner
In September May eats April’s dinner
In October June eats May’s lunch
In November August eats July’s breakfast
In December they all go to a restaurant


April and her Homework

Written by @dogtrax on April 8, 2014 5:27 am
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I knew as soon as I saw her that April did not have her homework again. I rattled off some of the excuses from the past few months: my dog ate it (the old standby), my mother recycled it (blame the parents), a big wind came and blew it into the trees (the Piglet excuse). She was more creative with why she didn’t have her work, and put more energy into explaining why it wasn’t done, than she did doing the work itself. I give her credit for creativity, although I put on my sourpuss teacher face as soon as I saw her eyes. She was thinking of what to say. I was thinking, here we go again.
“Dog?” I asked
“No.”
“Mom? Dad?”
April shook her head. “Nope.”
“Wind? Rain? Hail? Sleet?” I pondered.
“No, none of that. It was …”
“Yes?”
“Me.”
“You?”
“Me. I ate my homework.”
I stared at her. “What?” as if I wasn’t sure I heard her right.
“I’m sorry. I ate my homework. It was in the night, and I was having this great dream where I am invited to a banquet feast, and I reached over for some roast beef and mashed potatoes, and … and …. when I woke up, I realized I had eaten my homework in the night. I’m sorry.”
She stared at me, as we both calculated my next move. I closed my eyes, briefly. Sighed.
“OK, write me a story about a teacher who has a student named April who comes up with a creative reason why she doesn’t have her homework.”
April stared back.
“Can I hand it in tomorrow?”