Some breeds of chickens lay colored eggs.

my dad got a drawing pad. i want to be one of those artist-bloggers that do comic like posts. so i started practicing. 

i started with a three-legged moose.

then a disproportional cow.

i'm pretty sure this is a walrus.

sorry if you lost the vision in your left eye. i'll get better. i promise.

ants never sleep in their whole life.

In english, (it always starts with english) we had to write an essay on 'your favorite hobby'.
here's what I wrote:
'Hobbies are a great way to occupy your time. They help people have a sense of accomplishment and pride.'
My friend says 'That's really dumb Jane.'
I reply, 'You've got to let them hear what they want to hear.'
'Well I wrote from the heart once and got an A!'
'fine!'
So I start writing:
 'But I'm pretty sure that you're making us write this essay just to keep us from taking drugs. For some reason, drugs are strongly disapproved from teachers and principles alike.'
I sorta got carried away.
'Now, let me remind you that in kindergarten, you were the same people that told me to follow my dreams and enjoy myself. Since then, you tied me down and forced me into doing homework and taking extra math classes.  Every time a kid says "when are we ever going to use this in real life?" you hold up no less than a five minuet argument, and when the kid wins (let's face it; we always do) you just send us to the principle's office. How can you possibly justify your misdoings? Why is it illegal to miss school?
'Now. I have a theory. You people are vampires. Think about it. It all makes sense! The lack of windows, the reason you have your own lunch rooms, it's because you feed on nothing more then a steady diet consisting of blood. That explains the reason you send 'misbehaved children' to the office. And when we manage to come out alive, you send us to after school detention. And why are teachers so pale? I'm telling you. Vampires. 
'Let's get back to the drug problem, shall we? I figured it out. You're always telling us that drugs are bad for you and cost too much money, but I know the real reason. They make us taste bad. If you want to make it through school, take drugs kids.
'And now, to whomever may come across this, I'm probably dead by the time you finish reading this sentence. They might say I moved, or went to a different school. These are all lies. And this is a message to you Mr. Alpine District: If you want me to keep quite about my newfound discovery about what you really are, you're going to have to talk to my lawyer, who is conveniently an garlic farmer. Do you get the point? Give me good grades, put me in classes without idiots for students to bother me, and lastly, come to me for a list of students who I wouldn't mind if you eat.
'Basically, my hobby is the ability to go extremely off topic. Please, enjoy your day.