Here is the poem and simile for today. Like the boy/girl* in the story I have teacher, but she is actually my mom! I think the simile is quite true to. Enjoy!
I transported the animal I held dear,
A stuffed snake, who couldn’t hear.
When he seemed to move I jumped,
And hit my head on the ceiling with a bump.
The hump on my head kept me in bed,
So my snake transported a letter to my teacher,
Explaining the bump on my head,
Which was not my best feature.
To export is like to throw something.
*Either one is okay.
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