<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882347873757087546</id><updated>2011-11-23T09:59:35.701-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos de Criança para Criança</title><subtitle type='html'>Histórias que eu gosto de escrever para outras crianças que nem eu lerem. As pessoas adultas podem ler também, tá?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784752076522943357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omR0_a7H2tI/Tsl4rFWx9WI/AAAAAAAAACE/7pIFiJsgdug/s220/Eu%2B%2528foto%2Btirada%2Bno%2Bpc%2529.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882347873757087546.post-908527081012171923</id><published>2011-11-20T23:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:14:08.651-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa - capitulo 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: purple; color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; Capitulo Dois&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Karen ao chegar em casa com a tigresa, disse a sua mãe e a sua avô:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Gente trouxe essa tigresa, ela é criança posso &amp;nbsp;ficar com ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -.....Querida, você sabe que ninguém poderá ve-la e vir aqui,né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Sim. Nunca ninguém quer vir aqui, pois eles preferem ficar em suas casas, pois suas mães os acostumaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Tudo bem,mas tem três detalhes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;1º - Você ter que dar carinho,comida,bebida e amor a ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2º - Daqui a um tempo não caberá em seu quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-Eu sei,farei uma casinha bem confortavel para ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;3º - Ela tem que ser educada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -É claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Entendeu tudinho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Então tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; De noite, na hora do jantar, a mãe de Karen, já a havia chamado, mas, ela estava procurando a Tigresa. Quando &amp;nbsp;a achou, estava em seu quarto, e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Ah, você está ai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Desculpa te preocupar, me distraí com sua tigresinha de pelúcia. Isso me fez lembrar de uma coisa da minha família: eles me amavam, e prometeram que não me deixariam. O que será que aconteceu? - Disse Tigresa com um ar triste e preocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Não sei. Mas, vamos ver isso depois do jantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No jantar elas conversaram sobre o que a Tigresa falou, e a mãe de Karen, lembrou de uma coisa, mas, antes teve que perguntar algo a Tigresa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Tigresa,qual é o seu nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Hannah. Mas, por quê?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Só pode ser você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Como assim? - Disseram Hannah e Karen juntas, em coro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Vou explicar: &amp;nbsp;4 meses e 3 dias antes da Karen nascer, no dia &amp;nbsp; 31/12/2000, uma garota chamada Hannah, nasceu. Dois anos, 4 meses e 3 dias depois, um mago transformou-a em tigresa. Seus pais não sabiam o que fazer, e &amp;nbsp;a deixaram na floresta, para que não se sentisse deslocada. Alguns anos depois vocês se conheceram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Bem, agora lembrei disso, foi isso mesmo que aconteceu. - Disse Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Vamos te ajudar, temos um feitiço para isso. E conhecemos esse mago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Muito obrigada, por me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -De nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perguntas da autora: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como elas tirarão o feitiço de Hannah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Porque o mago fez isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quem é o mago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Será que Hannah vai encontrar a família?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Será que as duas famílias vão ser super amigas?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Descubra tudo isso no ultimo &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #134f5c; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; capitulo. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882347873757087546-908527081012171923?l=contosdahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/908527081012171923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/2011/11/garota-chamada-karen-e-tigresa-boa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default/908527081012171923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default/908527081012171923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/2011/11/garota-chamada-karen-e-tigresa-boa.html' title='A Garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa - capitulo 2'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784752076522943357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omR0_a7H2tI/Tsl4rFWx9WI/AAAAAAAAACE/7pIFiJsgdug/s220/Eu%2B%2528foto%2Btirada%2Bno%2Bpc%2529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882347873757087546.post-5057662395104412067</id><published>2010-02-17T13:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:30:50.408-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Num dia de muito sol uma garota chamada Karen foi fazer um piquenique com os amigos só que na hora que ela foi brincar de pique – esconde, na hora que ela tava contado os números (é claro), todas as crianças arrumaram as coisas e foram embora correndo, mas esqueceram de avisar a Karen, que, havia uma tigresa. Na hora que ela acabou de contar ela não tinha percebido a tigresa, mas percebeu que os amigos tinham ido embora, olhou para o lado viu a tigresa, mas não se assustou, porque viu que estava triste, e como falava com os animais, ela perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque você esta triste pobre tigresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A tigresa se assustou e perguntou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Você consegue falar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Não sei, mas, porque você esta triste pobre tigresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ok, porque eu não tenho mais família e todo mundo tem medo de mim,mas você não tem,porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque eu sei que você não é má, você é criança né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Obrigada, sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Então vou te levar pra casa, e você vai ser meu bicho de estimação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Continua no próximo capítulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Personagens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Karen A garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Num dia de muito sol uma garota chamada Karen foi fazer um piquenique com os amigos só que na hora que ela foi brincar de pique – esconde, na hora que ela tava contado os números (é claro), todas as crianças arrumaram as coisas e foram embora correndo, mas esqueceram de avisar a Karen, que, havia uma tigresa. Na hora que ela acabou de contar ela não tinha percebido a tigresa, mas percebeu que os amigos tinham ido embora, olhou para o lado viu a tigresa, mas não se assustou, porque viu que estava triste, e como falava com os animais, ela perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque você esta triste pobre tigresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A tigresa se assustou e perguntou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Você consegue falar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Não sei, mas, porque você esta triste pobre tigresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ok, porque eu não tenho mais família e todo mundo tem medo de mim,mas você não tem,porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque eu sei que você não é má, você é criança né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Obrigada, sim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Então vou te levar pra casa, e você vai ser meu bicho de estimação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;-Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Continua no próximo capítulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Personagens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Karen,tigresa e os amigos de Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882347873757087546-5057662395104412067?l=contosdahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/5057662395104412067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/2010/02/garota-chamada-karen-e-tigresa-boa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default/5057662395104412067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default/5057662395104412067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/2010/02/garota-chamada-karen-e-tigresa-boa.html' title='A garota chamada Karen e a tigresa boa.'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784752076522943357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omR0_a7H2tI/Tsl4rFWx9WI/AAAAAAAAACE/7pIFiJsgdug/s220/Eu%2B%2528foto%2Btirada%2Bno%2Bpc%2529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882347873757087546.post-6899806595733597505</id><published>2010-02-17T02:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:00:32.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida de uma criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 22.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Toda criança tem uma escolha da vida, eu sei porque sou uma, e essa decisão é: &lt;span style="color: #7030a0;"&gt;ser feliz do seu jeito, tentar fazer sua família ser feliz ou a criança lutar pela sua vida. &lt;/span&gt;A outra é: &lt;span style="color: #984806; mso-themecolor: accent6; mso-themeshade: 128;"&gt;ser triste, que é bem pior, porque a criança pode ter uma família que maltrata ela abusa dela, não ter amigos, e sempre crianças que zoam dela, enchem o saco e não deixam a criança em paz isso é uma vida triste e tem também a vida de crianças que moram na rua ou crianças que tem uma família que não ajuda e amigos que não ajudam também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Então são essas as escolhas da criança, então crianças, adolescente ou adultos, se for criança tente fazer que escolha feliz seja a certa, se for adolescente ajude as crianças a ter uma vida feliz, se for adolescente e tem irmão ou irmã ainda &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;criança, ajudem ela a ter uma vida feliz e se for adulto(a) e tiver filho ou filha, ou for adulto(a) e conhecer crianças ajude elas a ter uma vida feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Rounded MT Bold&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E é isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882347873757087546-6899806595733597505?l=contosdahannah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/feeds/6899806595733597505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-de-uma-crianca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default/6899806595733597505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882347873757087546/posts/default/6899806595733597505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contosdahannah.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-de-uma-crianca.html' title='A vida de uma criança'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04784752076522943357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omR0_a7H2tI/Tsl4rFWx9WI/AAAAAAAAACE/7pIFiJsgdug/s220/Eu%2B%2528foto%2Btirada%2Bno%2Bpc%2529.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
