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PAGES'S HOUSE

My grandparents have a house of pages. They have sheeps, goats, porks, dogs, cats, ducks and rabbits. My father, my grandfather and my uncle have a farm each one there inside porks have the three. My father works of another thing but when it can it helps my grandfather who is the one who takes it. My grandmother is the one that takes charge of the animals of the house, but alone she cannot and my grandfather helps him in the night. My uncle does it to him he alone but sometimes my grandfather and my father also they help him. Every four months the porks go out and have to clean the farm in order that to two months other small porks, they enter only the crian, despues they come to gather them and take them to him to the slaughter house.

THE TELEVISION

The television is a device that they they all like. It depends on the persons they like it more or less but always we are in front of the television be in the morning having breakfast, or in the evening looking at the series, or in the night having dinner. For the children it seems to them to be brilliant, because they put cartoon. For the major persons also it is entertained because many people do not know that to do and the only thing that they do is to sit down to the sofa and to look at the television.

THE SLAUGHTERING

My grandparents belong to people and live in Vilatenim, have animals: goats, porks, hens, ducks and sheeps. A few weeks ago my grandparents with the help of a butcher killed the pork. My uncles, my sister, I and my small premiums help to do them botifarras, hams.. Initially it was doing me a bit of thing but ultimately already it was cutting the meat and was not doing me at all. After the weekend killing the pork my grandmother at twelve o'clock in the night was extracting the botifarras of the casserole that it was doing four hours that were put there.

THE CACTUS

A cactus (plural: cacti, cactuses or cactus) is a member of the plant family Cactaceae. Their distinctive appearance is a result of adaptions to conserve water in dry and/or hot environments. In most species, the stem has evolved to become photosynthetic and succulent, while the leaves have evolved into spines. Many species are used for ornamental plants, and some are also grown for fodder, forage, fruits, cochineal, and other uses.
Cacti come in a wide range of shapes and sizes. The tallest is Pachycereus pringlei, with a maximum recorded height of 19.2 m, and the smallest is Blossfeldia liliputiana, only about 1 cm in diameter at maturity.Cactus flowers are large, and like the spines arise from distinctive features called areoles.

MY GREAT-GRANMOTHER

My great-grandmother has eighty nine years old. It is not very nice of the head but still it recognizes me. Sometimes it loses a bit the head does not know what says alone speech, weeps for the whole moment because it does not want that we make her alone, is afraid.
My grandmother, his daughter, always says to me that it ends the day very tired, my great-grandmother always is remembered of that it spent to him when he was a young woman.My grandmother always says to me that it is going to end more badly than my great-grandmother.