Salamander Writes..

Just have to share this story Salamander wrote, as it gives a wonderful window into a very vivid and colorful imagination [I am literally copying what Salamander wrote, spelling and grammar errors and all - he did write this several months ago, well before the spelling module of his Lindamood Bell tutoring program started..]

While taking a walk one wintry evening I becided to go into the woods.
As a was truging threw the knee beep snow, I cam upon a old tree in the
center of a clearring, black in the purpleish sunset. The old tree had nummeres
nests. As I steped into the clearring, I heard a faint chirp. I looked into the
lowist nest. I found a young falcon with a brocken wing. I carefully picked it
up a tucked it in my coat. It hopped out and openned its mouth. It must be
hungry, I told myself. I took out a beef jeerkey I had been saving for snack. I
unrapped it and tore of a peace and feed him. Then I walked home and built him a
nest. As soon as he could fly and then I set him free.