Fish in the pond

Hi, I wanted to tell you something, Readers.
We have fish.  I'll tell you the whole story.  Well, we moved to a different house.  It has a cistern with water in it.  We have some friends who are growing fish and giving out soup.  We thought we could grow fish too and give it away in our village.  Once we were ready for the fish, a friend who has a ranch showed up and he said he would give us fish. When my dad came home with the fish they were a little bit bigger then fruit flies. We have 400 of the little guys. A haitian woman who helps us cook and do laundry said to my dad they will take SOO long to grow.  But my dad said that God will speed it up. She is all for Jesus and her name is Tikiline.  My dad thinks she is like a big kid cause she likes to scare the fish. Before all this happend we used 5 gallon buckets to get all the water out.  Then we hopped in and scrubbed.  Before my dad poured the fish in, we jumped into the cistern again, but this time it had freezing cold water in it.  We didn't care though.  We enjoyed the swim! 
Talk to you soon, Readers!:)†

NEVER KEEP SECRETS,NEVER LIE,IT WILL DO YOU NO GOOD!

Never keep secrets.

Secrets will always some how form trouble.
  They also cause destruction.
So remember this.....secrets=destruction. Think of it .have you ever kept secrets? And you get caught? How do you feel? Bad. I know one. When I was 6 or 7 my brother was having a sleepover. My mom let us have a little bit of candy. While the boys were playing video games I went to go get MORE candy. As I was coming back without my mom or dad knowing I heard my mom walking into the room.   I went under the table to hide.  My mom saw me but I hid the candy. She asked me what was behind my back.  I lied to her. Any way that was an example.
I challenge you to remember this....NEVER KEEP SECRETS,NEVER LIE, IT WILL DO YOU NO GOOD!

Who Am I?

Hello! This is the daughter or Dan.  He is the one who set up my blog, so this is my first one. It all started when I asked my dad if I could play on his iPad. I was looking for something to play and I saw Blogger. I wrote a post on my dad's blog, but he said if I want to blog I could have my own.  I said YES.  It took a few days because we are in Haiti, but now I have it. Ti pistach = little peanut.  Its Creole, and its what my dad calls me.