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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A Wild Mustang has a Friend



A Wild Mustang has a Friend
by
Samantha Wiley
(age 8)


Once there was a wild mustang.  His name was Judson.  He liked to buck a lot.  He bucked every cowboy off.  (They did not like the wild mustang.)  Pretty soon nobody came to see him.  

He made a friend.  It was a tiny field mouse.  The field mouse’s name was Eliot.  He liked to scurry about.  He would also scold the wild mustang. 

Judson thought it was very funny.  When he did, the field mouse would scurry into the ground.  When the field mouse did that, the horse stopped laughing.  When he stopped laughing, the field mouse came out.  Then Eliot told Judson that he wasn’t being very nice.  

Eliot said, “That makes me feel sad.”  

Then Judson said, “I am sorry.  Will you forgive me?”  

Eliot said, “Yes!”  

They discussed kindness until suppertime.  They went into the stall and ate some hay and went to sleep.  In the morning they woke up, read their Bible, and did their devotions.  

Judson said, “I will go make eggs and toast.”  Judson and Eliot ate breakfast after Judson cooked it on the wood stove.  After breakfast they would go exploring.  They found all sorts of thing: eggs, boards, and books by the dozen.  

And they lived happily ever after playing with each other.  

The End


(Assignment for Lesson #2 - Verbs)


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The Striped Spider



The Striped Spider
by 
Samantha Wiley
(age 8)


Once there was a striped spider.  It had pink, and purple stripes.  It lived in a river that flowed fast.  The spider’s name was Sharlet.  The trip to the ocean was very long.  It made a house out of sticks that looked like the sand it was walking on so they wouldn’t see her stripes and a bird wouldn’t eat her.  She met a couple of friends along the way.  She met a bird.  His name was Jason.  Jason went on the journey to the ocean with her.  He flew above that house that the spider made to make sure it was safe and chirped loudly at whoever wanted to pick it up.  Isn’t Jason funny?  

Sharlet and Jason met another friend.  She also was a bird.  Her name was Emily.  She was a seagull.  Whenever she saw a fish, she would fly towards it and catch it.  Emily would catch food for her, Jason, and Sharlet in case they run out of food.  They walked along the river.  The end of the river wasn’t long from the ocean.  Sharlet created a web across the river and the ocean to separate them.  So, they settled down there for the night.  That night a whale got caught by the web and wriggled about, and that broke the web.  

In the morning Sharlet found the whale wriggling in the water with the web around it.  Sharlet went into the salty water and tried to get the sticky web off the whale.  Sharlet helped the whale by pulling him out of the water onto land and took the sticky, wet web off of him.  Then Sharlet, Jason, and Emily pushed the whale back into the river.  They all made friends.  The whale’s name was Trenton.  They all lived happily ever after catching fish in the webs Sharlet made and eating them at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

The End

(assignment for Lesson #2 - Main Character)


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The UniKitty Video




The UniKitty 
designed and narrated 
by 
Alana Blake
(age 7)



video




Unikitty, it's time for you to wake up and practice for your recital.
(goes downstairs)
Okay.
(sits in the music room)
WAAAAAAA!
That doesn't sound right.
Oops! The music sheet is upside down.
La, la, la. . . .
All this practice is making me tired. I'm going to take a nap again.



(dictated to Grammy)


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