Siblings - Handfuls and Enjoyments

Siblings- Handfuls and Enjoyments

  by 

Hope Berkheiser 

            Having a lot of siblings can be a handful. I have 8 of them. Also I am the 2^nd oldest so I have a lot under and younger than me. They often get crazy and loud which produces a headache. At stores they will get excited and ask for everything, at church they get tired and at the Grandparent's house they go absolutely wild. Other times we fight. Sometimes, with such a big family there are complications or misunderstandings. These can make everybody grumpy. But even with all of these there is a solution, which is God. If we obey Him and be loving He will help us fix all of these problems. So that in the end having a lot of siblings doesn't have to be a handful.

            Siblings can also be fun. We play lots of games, activities and other things together. If there were only 1 or 2 of us we couldn't do half as much or as fast. Many times we talk for hours. Trips are especially fun. We amuse ourselves with act outs, telling stories, or listening  to things while we travel for hours to one place to another. But the best times are when we obey, get along, and are loving. We don't always do this yet when we do our undertakings go well. My favorite aspect of having many siblings is being able to love them and see them grow physically and spiritually.  

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Should I Trust?

Should I Trust?

by

Hope Berkenheiser

(age 12)

                Christine Stock dashed out of the school. "I'll see you on Monday," she called over her shoulder to her friends. She wanted to go home and take care of Midnight, her new horse. She thought,  "I hope Mom hasn't done anything with Midnight because she might do something wrong."

                After she had gotten home and had rushed through her snack, she dashed outside and called, "Midnight! Midnight! Good girl," she said when her horse trotted slowly up to her. "Why are you limping?"she asked as she carefully picked up her horse's foot." There's no stone in your foot." Christine shrugged and led her horse to the barn.

                Later, Christine was busily getting her horse ready for the night. " Why are your legs swollen?" she inquired as she saw Midnight going slowly to her stall. " Well," thought Christine, "she must just be tired. Then her horse collapsed on the barn floor.

                 "Is that you, Christine?" asked her mother."Why- what's the matter?" she asked when she saw Christine's ashen face.                                           

                          

                  " Oh! Mother, something's terribly wrong with Midnight, "Christine gasped." Her legs are swollen and she laying down and won't get up!"

                " I'll call the vet!" exclaimed Mother, "You go stay with Midnight."

                A couple hours later a worried Christine crawled into bed. Her mother came to tuck her in.

" The vet says we will have to wait till the morning to see if she will be O.K. She just has a bad case of founder," Mother said, " You need to trust God to take care of Midnight."

                "But how can I?" asked Christine," He's the one that let this happen!"

                "Well," Mother answered, "sometimes God tests us to help us trust Him more."

                "I will trust God," exclaimed Christine," even if Midnight doesn't get better!"

                In the morning Christine jumped out of bed and ran to the barn. "Midnight," she anxiously called. An answering whinny came from the stall and she saw Midnight stand up.

                "Oh, you're better!" she cried," I'm glad I trusted God to take care of you."

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The Dog in the Bog

The Dog in the Bog

by

Hope Berkheiser

(age 11)

There was a frog that lived in a bog,

His home a log, that sat in the bog.

 One day, as he sat on his log,

 A clean dog came upon his bog.

And the dog, knocked over his log,

Into the bog went the frog!

Then the bog covered dog and frog,

Splashed and sloshed out of that bog.

Then that dog left that mud bog,

And the frog  found a new log.

So now the frog's log and bog,

Are lacking a bog covered dog.

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Limerick Fun

Here is a collection of limericks,

written by the young people that participated in my writing lessons.

If you would like to know more about this writing course,

(CONTACT ME).

There was a man with a garden,

Before he could plant, the ground hardened

When he tried to dig

The job was too big

So fast to a farmstand he darted.

Zachoia Cooper

Mike stole money from Jerry;

Mike stole money from Perry,

He gasped as soon

As he saw the spanking spoon

And started to run in a hurry.

Phillip Cooper

There was a dog named Flog

He loved to find a log

That rolled around

But none were found

And so he flopped on the ground!

Hope Berkheiser

There once was a teacher who taught,

But never said what she thought.

Is it good or bad,

Happy or sad,

To be like this teacher who taught?

Grace Berkheiser

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THE GREAT MISUNDERSTANDINGS

THE GREAT MISUNDERSTANDINGS

by Hope Berkheiser

(age 11)

 One day as a man was walking along he saw a sign that said a new road was going to be made. Then he saw the next sentence that said, “New road will be called THIEF STREET” and he screamed, ”What! I’m going to tell the Police.”

 So he started running to the Police Station. Then, he saw a sign that said COMING SOON: KIDNAPPING ASSOCIATION. “ Oh no! Now I have two things to tell the Police" (By the way that association was meant to prevent kidnapping). As he was running he saw a man dressed as a thief for a play. Seeing that, he thought, “ Great! Those street workers are already sending thieves out.”

 After he saw the thief he started running faster. Along the rest of the way he saw signs that said: DONATE TO THE NEW ROAD THAT IS GOING TO BE CALLED THIEF STREET OR TO THE KIDNAPPING ASSOCIATION THAT WILL BE LOCATED THERE. He was so confused why all these people could get away with all this. He soon saw the Police Station ahead of him and was very glad that his fast run was almost over.

 When he saw the sign on front of the Police Station he about fainted. PROUD DONATORS OF THE NEW ROAD AND KIDNAPPING ASSOCIATION When he recovered from his shock he walked into the Station and talked (rather shouted)to an officer and told him a new station should replace them because they supported the very things that they tried to stop!

 After he calmed down, the officer told him that Thief Street was only a name and that the association was to prevent kidnappings. So, he figured all that running was for nothing.

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 This story is homework assignment from 

Polliwog Writing Lesson 13 "Silly Stuff", 

where they learned to use their imagination.

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My Day With Horses

My Day With Horses

by

Hope Berkheiser

(age 10)

Horses are one of my favorite animals. Going to the Farm Show to see horses is a special memory. When we went past the arena there were large horses pulling different types of wagons. The horses were black, grey, and white Percherons. On the horse’s harnesses, bells jingled while the horses trotted. There were various types of wagons, most of them were shiny and red.

A highlight of the show was seeing one of the horses in person after the performance. We spoke to his owner and he told us his horse’s name was, Ian. He was black with a blaze on his nose. His nose touched the top of my head, and his hooves looked as big as a bowl! We got to stroke his soft nose for a little while. I had an enjoyable time watching these magnificent animals.



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