Describe your school sports day pot

This year our school sports day was held on Friday.. There were seven booths at the sports ground.. We wanted to win the first prize for the best decorated booth so I helped my classmate

Describe your school sports day

This year our school sports day was held on Friday There

were seven booths at the sports ground Our class

planned in advance how to decorate our booth We

wanted to win the first prize for the best decorated booth

so I helped my classmates to decorate our booth in a

spectacular manner

Around 1:30 pm, the sports days was declared open by

the Guest-of-Honour – our local Member of Parliament All

the students taking part in the sportsday lined up for the

march past We marched past the stand where the

Guest-of-Honour and our headmaster stood to attention As we

marched past, he took the salute

The day started with track events There were 50, 100 and

200 meters races There was tremendous applause from

the spectators which included teachers and parents Then

the field events – tug of war, long jump, high jump, shot

put and discus were held Every event drew cheers and

applause from the spectators The sports day turned out to

be the grandest day of the year for the school

The day went by very fast I came in first in the long jump

event, and second in the 100 metres race and shot put At

about five o’clock, our Guest-of-Honour gave away the

trophies to the winners My class was overall runners-up

We were also awarded with the first prize for the best

decorated booth

After that, to mark the end of the sports meet, there was

another march past The national anthem was played to

close the sports day

We went home tired but happy

Talk about an interesting cat

Talk about a favorite interesting cat

Melissa is a glossy, midnight-black cat, arrogant as a

tyrant of old, fierce as the most ruthless savage, or

affectionate as the most loving child Whenever arrogance

is her role, she gives her whole heart to it Roused from

soft sleep and feeling a vague need for a lap of milk or a

mouthful of liver, she will move toward her dishes

unhurriedly and gracefully like a duchess No calls to play,

no rolling balls, no tantalizingly twitched strings will divert

her determined progress toward the kitchen From the

gentle stroke along her back or a soft scratching under

ears and chin, she will ooze away as elusively as

quicksilver With tail at a proud angle and with haughty

dignity, she will quietly and persistently pursue her way

Even when just fed, with drops of milk or flecks of beef

upon her narrow, triangular chin, she grows alert to the

impertinent chatter of sparrows reminding her that hunting

is one of her dearest sports and a test of her greatest

skills Then the countless ages that separate her from the

forests and jungles of the Far East dissolve Standing on

the doorstone of a twentieth-century house in the middle

of a great city, she became again the savage hunter The

dusty, feathery smell of the sparrows fighting for crumbs

comes to her sensitive nose A few blades of grass and a

discouraged city bush may be Melissa’s only cover

Nevertheless, she snaps her tail purposefully, steps off the

doorstone, and by a series of running, fluid steps reaches

the bush In these steps her body elongates and her legs

contract tensely holding her close to the ground In the

shelter of the bush she watches fixedly her still unwary

prey Now by flattening her ears, she gains great

confidence, for all cats know that thus protected they

become invisible Crouched and delicately poised for her

deadly pounce, she moves not a whisker A tiny breeze

ruffles the soft fur of her sides They very tip of her long

graceful tail twitches with very passing decision to leap, to

wait, to watch Thus she savors in anticipation the

delightful instant when her steel claws will slide through

crisp feathers, clutch tender flesh, and hold her excitingly

lively prey until she can snatch it in her strong, razor-sharp

teeth Birds are too messy for her to eat except for a

mouthful or two to prove that she knows a toothsome

morsel when she finds it But to catch well, there is

something Melissa can not explain; every so often she just

has to prove that she is a good hunter

Back inside her home, no more than minutes later in time

but several aeons later in civilization, Melissa looks for

appreciation and affection She is a great and skillful

hunter home safely and successfully from the chase The

descendant of ancient gods in Egypt, still goddess in her

own home, she unbends now to seek not only applause,

but also a chance to express her affection She hunts a

warm, secure lap that she can happily knead, a pair of

hands that are firm, soothing, and trained to tickle the right

spots, scratch others, and softly smooth the rest Melissa

raises sleepy eyes and a gently prodding head to rub the

length of her cheek and neck against the wrist behind her

head The proud cat in search of food and the cruelly

persistent sportsman have been momentarily forgotten in

the sleepy, gently purring companion