ТЕКСТ О ДОМАШНЕМ ПИТОМЦЕ .4 КЛАСС

My name is ( твое имя ). I have a dog, whose name is Bubby. I like to play with him and tickle him behind the ear in the evening and he loves to lie on my chest and lick my nose. He is white and his head is black. He always jumps on me and wakes me up in the morning. When I come home from school he lays on bed. This is the way he meet me. Onсe I gave him a very big bone. He was delighted and ate it without chewing. I love my pet and I think he is very funny.

Меня зовут ( имя ). У меня есть собака, которого зовут Бабби. Мне нравится играть с ним и щекотать его за ухом по вечерам и он любит лежать у меня на груди и лизать мой нос. Он белый, а голова у него черная. Он всегда прыгает на меня и будит по утрам. Когда я прихожу домой со школы он лежит на кровати. Вот как он меня встречает. Однажды я дал(а) ему очень большую кость. Он был в восторге и съел ее, не разжевывая. Я люблю свое домашнее животное и думаю что он забавный.

About the cat.

As that time in the summer, in the middle of the day, our very-very homely and so cowardly cat fell out of the open window. It was not high, plus under the window was small, but very thick tree.
We know that the cat was not at home, and on the street, almost immediately - the terrible, some faraway cries coming from the courtyard. We immediately rushed to the window... that's what we saw.
Our cat hanging on a tree, tripped over a branch. Branch under his weight bent almost to the ground, therefore - hanging it in the earth, and his eyes popping, wildly yelling. And around him, circle all sit local homeless cats and carefully examined.
Coming down on the street, pried up the bal-a-myth from the tree (together with the branch) and brought it home.