The Close Shave



The Close Shave
by
Jayse Bickel
(age 10)

Once upon a time, there was a weedy lake, and in the lake lived a frog who was called Fred. He lived in a nice cozy little hole in the bank. As he was taking a nap one summer day, he heard a knock at his door.

"Who is it?"

"It's Mister Squirrel. I have some news for you. Your cousin Toad is coming, but he doesn't know Mr.Heron is in town. He might get eaten!"

"I'll go meet him at the river bridge right away," said. Fred." So Fred hopped to the river bridge. On his way, he met Mr. Perch.

"Better swim into deeper water, Mr. Perch. Mr. Heron is coming!"

"Okay, thanks, Fred. I'll warn my family." As Fred began to see the bridge, he saw something tall and blue beside it. 

"Oh no, it's Mr. Heron! I hope Toad isn't eaten yet!" Fred said to himself. Just as he went around the next curve, he saw his cousin Toad hopping as fast as his stubby legs could go. 

"Oh help, Fred! I am being chased by Mr. Heron. He's going to eat me!"

"Oh, no! Quick, Toad, come with me to my house!" Once they got in, they shut and barred the door. Fred said, "All right, Toad, tell me about your journey. 

"Once I left my pond, all was good until I tripped and fell into the pond. I fell right on top of Mrs. Pike, who was guarding newly hatched eggs. She must of that I was a little thieving fish because she started chasing me, but I out-swam her. And that was close. Phew! I swam the whole pond. which brought me to the river bridge. And you know the rest of the story."  

The End

(Assignment for Writing Lesson #4 - Adjectives)

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The Wild Mustang




The Wild Mustang
by
Brooke Bickel
(age 11)


Once a long time ago there was a Paint horse named Liz. Liz's friends were helping her move her cattle to California. She was separated from her posse when Native Americans attacked them. She had been galloping terribly hard and was exhausted. She was halfway across a wide prairie. Liz slowed to a trot, "Running for a long time without water is terribly exhausting," she said. Liz was frantic. She had to find water soon or she would die.        

Thinking about what happened, she was starting to feel a little lonely. She thought about her friends, and if they would try to find her, and how all the cows were doing. Liz wondered if her friends, Olivia and Sparkle, missed her or what Dan was cooking for dinner. She was starting to get a little hungry. 

It was getting darker by the minute. She needed to find a place to bed down for the night, So after a quick dinner of plain prairie grass, (The grass she had wasn't the best ever, she wished she could've had Dan's cooking instead.) All Liz could see was grass. So she thought, and suddenly she had an idea. "Well since this grass is so tall, if I lie down here, I can tie the tops down like this, and have a makeshift 'hut."  Liz experimented with her idea and it worked!

In the middle of the night, Liz heard a strange whinny, so she went out of her shelter and looked around. Then she saw it, the legendary Wild Mustang! The stallion advanced toward her, so Liz backed away. Suddenly the Wild Mustang spoke, he said "Don't be afraid, I want to help you. I will show you where there is water, and lead you to your friends!"

Liz just stood there dumbfounded. Finally, she found her words, "Thank you kindly. Can we leave right now?" "Yes." So they went together and got water and found her friends!

The End



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Mr. Dog Saves Dan



Mr. Dog Saves Dan 
by
Jayse Bickel
(age 10)


Once upon a time by a mountain stream, there was a tiny field mouse, who went by the name of Dan. One day while he was taking a walk by the stream, he met MrBobcat who was out hunting for his supper that evening. 

Then Mr. Bobcat heard Dan talking to himself. "Hmm, I could do with a bit of cheese with nuts with some mint tea." and "Oh, there's Mr. Bobcat. Wait a minute. What is he doing? He seems to be stalking something. I wonder who it is? Ahh, don't eat me! "

"Oh, I will," says Mr. Bobcat,"I didn't have lunch yet, so I'm going to eat you." 

"Wait, before you eat me, let me play you a song.

What Mr. Bob did not know was that Dan met Mr. Dog on his walk and was close by. So Dan pulled out his reed flute and began to play as loudly as he could, so Mr. Dog could hear. 

Mr. Dog did hear and he came running as fast as he could go. Mr. Dog leaped on Mr. Bobcat. And pinned him to the ground. Don't you ever do that again especially to nice respectable mice? Ok, won't just let me go your sitting on my tail. Fine all let you go but if I or any of my friends  


 "Thank you," said Dan. "Mr. Dog, I almost didn't get away.          

    

(assignment for Writing Lesson #3 - verbs)

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A Chocolate Pig?

Poems 
by Samantha Wiley 
(age 9)







Chocolate Sauce

Chocolate sauce looks like fudge.
Chocolate sauce will not budge.





Pig Did a Jig

Have you seen a pig put on a wig
And do a jig?
Have you seen him do it this way?
Well, you do today.





(original and unedited)



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The Haunting Tune


A Haunting Tune

  by
Brooke Bickel
(age 11)

Once upon a time it as a very dark and stormy night. We had lots of family members staying at our house for Thanksgiving. Luckily, I still had my room, but unfortunately, I was sharing it with seven other people! My two sisters, and five cousins all eight and under. About an hour or two after dinner I went to my room, for some privacy. Everyone else was getting ready to watch a movie - except for Great Uncle Joe who was also in his room.  I got dressed for bed, lay down on my bed with a good book, and started to read. That's when I heard it

Whoooooooooo!

At first, I thought it was just the wind because it was a dark and stormy, but the wind wasn't whipping or whistling anymore. was just raining really hard. Then I heard it again. 

Whoooooooooo!

So then I thought It was the movie everyone was watching, but when I looked, I saw that they were watching "Winnie the Pooh." But everyone knows that that's not scary! Finally, I settled down and went back to bed with the idea that it was just a figment of my imagination. But then I heard for the third time! 

Whoooooooooo!

So I went to check on Great Uncle Joe, because I just remembered his room was on the same floor as mine. Just as I was going to ask if he was okay and if he heard anything weird, I heard the noise again. I realized It was coming from Great Uncle Joe's penny whistle! HE was sitting on an old gray chair with a music stand in front of him. That was the noise I was hearing. Mystery solved!
     
                                                                                                                    


The End

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A Slug


A Slug
by
Jayse Bickel
(age  10)


A slug is a slimy, squishy, shell-less snail. It looks like a piece of orange rubber. 
A slug uses its slime to move silently.
If anything wants to eat a slug like a bird or a toad, it's slime probably tastes horrible.
It eats cabbages, plants, and mushrooms. 

(Assignment for Lesson #1 - Observation)
 





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The Cloudy Beach







The Cloudy Beach
by
Brooke Bickel
(age 11)

I went to the beach. The air had a salty smell to it. If the sky was clear instead of cloudy I could see some islands on the horizon. I like to close my eyes and listen to the gulls shriek and the waves fall onto the sandy shore. When I play in the water, it feels wet. If I accidentally get some in my mouth it tastes extremely salty. 

I like to skip smooth stones on the water and look on top of and under large rocks to see if there are any crabs or snails. I also like to examine different types of seaweed. 

When it's time to go, I rinse off in the salty ocean, skip one last smooth stone, put the sea creatures back by some rocks, and put the seaweed back in the ocean. Then I gather up my towel, bucket, and shoes and say "goodbye" to the smell of the ocean and the touch of the sea. I get in the car, buckle up, and turn around to get one last look of the sea, (until next time we go). As we drive away I listen to the sound of the waves die away.

(Assignment for Lesson #1 - Using Your Senses)



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