Character Description

This week our group the Choc bars have been finishing of our character description about someone in our family. I wrote about my dad. Now we are starting another character description about character in a movie. Here is my character description about my dad.   

planning

drinking beer
Jobs	farmer . volunteer as firefighter
when he’s born	Born on  October the 4th 1963, born in Te awamutu
what he look’s like	bald at the top of his head  blue eyes
Food/drink that he likes	beer,Lamb Roast sea food
what he likes doing	fishing hunting
What he does	drinks beer on the couch or table, Snores loudly while asleep,milks cows, drives a tractor does slobbery kisses

A blue eyed man sits on a red couch drinking Wild Buck beer while watching 3 News on TV. He is bald right on the top of his head and has grey hair at the side. This man has scratches on his arms  from working a long day on the farm. He likes to go fishing, hunting, drives tractors and milks cow.

Mum, Celine (my sister) and I like to show our calves, but he doesn't. The only time he came with us is when we said we were meeting Richie Mccaw. It worked.

Usually when our dog Pippi plomps in our house  the man rests his feet on our dog. The face of Pippi’s looks squashed because she is so fat . Our puppy Blue always get’s jealous because he can’t come in.

When I was younger he gave me slobbery kisses. It’s fun hiding from him but now we don’t do it.  He cheers me up when I am sad and and sometimes makes me mad. The person who I’m writing about is my Dad.

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My Dad is 52 years old and was born on October the 4th, 1963. Dad was born at Te Awamutu. He once volunteered as a firefighter. When my Dad was younger he had brown hair like a clown but  it got shaved off. He look’s better now that it is shaved off because I saw a picture of what he looked like. Once I even shaved the bit’s that he left. Dad like’s to eat roast and seafood. Dad always burps from beer and farts.

Dad always tickles my feet or my ticklish spots and makes me fall off the couch. I never can stop laughing when Dad tickles my feet. And whenever I am sitting where he wants to sit he sits on the edge of the couch and does a big fart right where my face is on the couch. Dad snores like a giant pig and I sometimes can hear him from in my room. When Dad comes out of the toilet he makes the whole hallway stink, it smells like rotten eggs...disgusting!

Dad always says stuff like my Grandad, and does stuff like my Grandad. Dad always says “aye”

and farts like Grandad. I think Grandad farted bad; worse than him. This is the story about dad.