I have a dream that one day
the plastic and garbage that we put
in the trash will turn into flowers
like the ones that go in our gardens.
I have a dream that george bush
will not be president any more
And there will be peace on the
streets And in the world. so instead
of police circling around there will
be people hugging not hitting.
I have a dream that one day hate
will turn into love!
I have a dream that children have a voice
that's heard! I have a dream that
nature will be saved and restored
and the fuels go away and will only
be left with the smell of trees and
fresh dew and rain.
I have a dream that one day it won't be all about
money that there will be enough to
go around and it will be more about
the environment. I have a dream that
pollution will disappear and the extinct
animals will get back
to normal. I have a dream
that people would notice what
we're doing they're killing our
planet.
I have a dream that
I will have money And be wealthy.
I will have a
house. I have a dream that
the people who drop cans on the
street realize what they're doing wrong.
I have a dream that the workers
who build stop because all the
cement And metal in a block
on a place that could be green
grass. and where the bathroom is in that
building there could be an oak tree
growing.
I have a dream that the people
with no clean water will one day do
a ocean that's clean it would
bring joy to people tears come down
their cheeks so happy. I have a dream
that people will stop cutting down trees.
trees provide oxygen that we need to
breathe. I have a dream that the nuclear
weapons Are not allowed And the people's hearts
and mind will turn around
and realize and stop what they're
doing.
I have a dream that one day people will understand
what the world needs and what people
need in our world.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Draft: The Story of the Little Lily Lake by Sana Azim
Hi, my name is Lily. I'm a little, little, little flower just above the little lily lake.
I like to stay in one place. Everyone in my family just wishes to be able to move.
I don't know why there are so many things to see in one place and so many places to go in you mind.
They always try to kick and squirm to get out of their sail, but it never works.
Sometimes I see boats go by and there are humans in them. I want to know all about these giant flowers with thick leaves covering their roots.
Bammmmm! I turn around and see that one of the flowers has pushed so hard that she flew out of the soil. Everyone started cheering without noticing that she wasn't moving at all. Finally, my sister Rebecca shouted that she was not moving.
And the flower funeral began. I was first up to see her body. I sprinkled flower petals all over her body. And when the funeral was over we all went to bed.
"Good Morning," one of the flowers said even though no one was up, except for me. So I said good morning back. It had rained that night, so I decided to drink the water that had not dried up from the hot sun. The hot sun seemed like it had the power to wilt all the leaves on the trees.
We had a big breakfast that morning and from then on no one wished for anything again.
I like to stay in one place. Everyone in my family just wishes to be able to move.
I don't know why there are so many things to see in one place and so many places to go in you mind.
They always try to kick and squirm to get out of their sail, but it never works.
Sometimes I see boats go by and there are humans in them. I want to know all about these giant flowers with thick leaves covering their roots.
Bammmmm! I turn around and see that one of the flowers has pushed so hard that she flew out of the soil. Everyone started cheering without noticing that she wasn't moving at all. Finally, my sister Rebecca shouted that she was not moving.
And the flower funeral began. I was first up to see her body. I sprinkled flower petals all over her body. And when the funeral was over we all went to bed.
"Good Morning," one of the flowers said even though no one was up, except for me. So I said good morning back. It had rained that night, so I decided to drink the water that had not dried up from the hot sun. The hot sun seemed like it had the power to wilt all the leaves on the trees.
We had a big breakfast that morning and from then on no one wished for anything again.
Draft: Brownie's Wish by Dewi Zarni
It was almost Christmas and Brownie was very excited. All of town was participating in Secret Santa (which by the way is where you pull names and you get a gift for whoever you pull, but you don't tell who you got). Brownie had pulled Chef Cream Cake and he was going to get him a brand new blender.
When he went to the store he saw his friends, Cottontail the bunny and Bean & Bambaloogy, the hamster twins. Bean & Bambaloogy had gotten their Secret Santa caroling instruments and Cottontail got a ball of yarn.
"Oh", said Brownie "Are you gonna make your gift?"
"Yes", said Cottontail.
The three scampered off.
The next day was the Christmas tree ceremony at town hall. When Brownie got there all the guests were arriving. He hurried inside, placed the package down, and ran to the table. It was time for the Secret Santa. First was Chef Cream Cake. She opened her gift, "a blender, thanks." After a long list of people came Brownie's turn.
He opened the small package, only to find a pair of mittens. He started yelling, "Somebody just got me a small pair of mittens, probably left over from some hand me down!" He stomped out and went back home. If he had stayed longer he would have noticed each tiny silver string and he would have seen Cottontail start crying. About ten minutes later the Bean and Bambaloogy twins came over and knocked on the door, it opened. Bean and Bambaloogy went in calling, "Brownie, Brownie," in their high-pitched voices. Finally, Brownie came out. "What?" He said sniffling.
"Cottontail worked hard making those mittens," said Bean and Bambaloogy.
"Sh-sh-she made them?" asked Brownie.
"Yes, so please come back," they asked.
Brownie got back just in time for Christmas breakfast.
He slung around the mittens around his neck to be polite, but he still wasn't satisfied. But, then he realized something. He was quite cold. "I wish I had some hot chocolate" POOF! A hot chocolate mug appeared in front of him. "Cool, I wonder where this came from." "Mmmmmm", he said as he started drinking. "I wish everyone could have some of this." POOF! Glasses of hot chocolate appeared. "Wow," said Brownie.
"I wi-."
"Wait! The mittens were magic," said Cottontail. They give you three wishes this your last wish make it special." "Hmmm." Brownie thought, he was about to say he wished for a better present, but he realized something, x-mas was not all about the presents, it was about spending time with your friends. "I wish everybody had a friend as good as Cottontail to spend time with on x-mas eve."
"He, he- I think that counts as two wishes but I'm pretty sure they will both come true."
When he went to the store he saw his friends, Cottontail the bunny and Bean & Bambaloogy, the hamster twins. Bean & Bambaloogy had gotten their Secret Santa caroling instruments and Cottontail got a ball of yarn.
"Oh", said Brownie "Are you gonna make your gift?"
"Yes", said Cottontail.
The three scampered off.
The next day was the Christmas tree ceremony at town hall. When Brownie got there all the guests were arriving. He hurried inside, placed the package down, and ran to the table. It was time for the Secret Santa. First was Chef Cream Cake. She opened her gift, "a blender, thanks." After a long list of people came Brownie's turn.
He opened the small package, only to find a pair of mittens. He started yelling, "Somebody just got me a small pair of mittens, probably left over from some hand me down!" He stomped out and went back home. If he had stayed longer he would have noticed each tiny silver string and he would have seen Cottontail start crying. About ten minutes later the Bean and Bambaloogy twins came over and knocked on the door, it opened. Bean and Bambaloogy went in calling, "Brownie, Brownie," in their high-pitched voices. Finally, Brownie came out. "What?" He said sniffling.
"Cottontail worked hard making those mittens," said Bean and Bambaloogy.
"Sh-sh-she made them?" asked Brownie.
"Yes, so please come back," they asked.
Brownie got back just in time for Christmas breakfast.
He slung around the mittens around his neck to be polite, but he still wasn't satisfied. But, then he realized something. He was quite cold. "I wish I had some hot chocolate" POOF! A hot chocolate mug appeared in front of him. "Cool, I wonder where this came from." "Mmmmmm", he said as he started drinking. "I wish everyone could have some of this." POOF! Glasses of hot chocolate appeared. "Wow," said Brownie.
"I wi-."
"Wait! The mittens were magic," said Cottontail. They give you three wishes this your last wish make it special." "Hmmm." Brownie thought, he was about to say he wished for a better present, but he realized something, x-mas was not all about the presents, it was about spending time with your friends. "I wish everybody had a friend as good as Cottontail to spend time with on x-mas eve."
"He, he- I think that counts as two wishes but I'm pretty sure they will both come true."
Draft: Malcolm by Abbey Cohen
We got Malcolm when my older sister was five. He was very cute.
He was mischievous and stubborn, too. Once he was on my bed lying on my pillow. I knew he wouldn't move if I said anything, so I decided to just go to sleep on top of Malcolm. And then he was still there in the morning and he didn't leave until I went to school.
He was as black as a night with no moon. But his eyes were as green as green beans. His heart was as big as all the powerful writing in the world and beat steadily like a drum.
Until one day, he began to wheeze. We took him to the vet. They didn't know what he had and we told him that he hadn't been eating or drinking. Then, they thought it was Kidney Disease. After a whole bunch of tests they said he had a tumor in his mouth. But the one thing they said, the one thing that will always be a black dot in my blank life was that they said he was going to die.
A few days later, we put him to sleep. I never saw him again, but he shines like a star in my life. His ashes were sent to a beautiful park to help plants grow. I want to visit him in the park some day.
He was mischievous and stubborn, too. Once he was on my bed lying on my pillow. I knew he wouldn't move if I said anything, so I decided to just go to sleep on top of Malcolm. And then he was still there in the morning and he didn't leave until I went to school.
He was as black as a night with no moon. But his eyes were as green as green beans. His heart was as big as all the powerful writing in the world and beat steadily like a drum.
Until one day, he began to wheeze. We took him to the vet. They didn't know what he had and we told him that he hadn't been eating or drinking. Then, they thought it was Kidney Disease. After a whole bunch of tests they said he had a tumor in his mouth. But the one thing they said, the one thing that will always be a black dot in my blank life was that they said he was going to die.
A few days later, we put him to sleep. I never saw him again, but he shines like a star in my life. His ashes were sent to a beautiful park to help plants grow. I want to visit him in the park some day.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Draft: Water is Precious by Adrian Shore
"No! No! Brother don't die!" A little boy kneeled over his brother. The war in Iraq was going on for five years straight. The little boy yelled with fright as a horseman galloped toward him. The horseman stopped in front of his brother and looked down and cut off his brother's head. His brother's head rolled off his neck like a bumpy bowling ball.
"No!" The little boy kept on running even though he wanted to run back and punch the horseman in the nose and break it. When the little boy finally stopped he looked for a drink, but he couldn't find one. Then he figured it out. The war in Iraq was caused by a drought. And when he looked at the ground it was cracked and parched as if a big giant had sucked up all the water in it.
Suddenly, a spirit floated toward the little boy. Th spirit touched his shoulder and said, "I'm giving you the power to save Iraq." "How?" The little boy asked. But the spirit was already disappearing.
He realized that the spirit was his brother. He wept. The first tears to hit the ground made a bigger ocean than you can imagine. And then all the fighting stopped. The little boy ran home and hugged his bedraggled mother. "I was worried sick about you", said his mother. "Where's your big brother?" said the Mother. "Uaa mom, he's dead."
She looked at me with sad eyes like she was about to cry. And then she burst out crying. After about two hours of crying she stopped and looked at the door. She screamed. The little boy looked at the door and saw his brother. He ran to his brother's open arms and hugged him hard. He still had his bloody shirt on and a big gash on his leg that caused him to limp.
But what the little boy saw that stood out the most was a big stitch on his brother's neck. "Come on," said mother, "let's get you cleaned up".
"No!" The little boy kept on running even though he wanted to run back and punch the horseman in the nose and break it. When the little boy finally stopped he looked for a drink, but he couldn't find one. Then he figured it out. The war in Iraq was caused by a drought. And when he looked at the ground it was cracked and parched as if a big giant had sucked up all the water in it.
Suddenly, a spirit floated toward the little boy. Th spirit touched his shoulder and said, "I'm giving you the power to save Iraq." "How?" The little boy asked. But the spirit was already disappearing.
He realized that the spirit was his brother. He wept. The first tears to hit the ground made a bigger ocean than you can imagine. And then all the fighting stopped. The little boy ran home and hugged his bedraggled mother. "I was worried sick about you", said his mother. "Where's your big brother?" said the Mother. "Uaa mom, he's dead."
She looked at me with sad eyes like she was about to cry. And then she burst out crying. After about two hours of crying she stopped and looked at the door. She screamed. The little boy looked at the door and saw his brother. He ran to his brother's open arms and hugged him hard. He still had his bloody shirt on and a big gash on his leg that caused him to limp.
But what the little boy saw that stood out the most was a big stitch on his brother's neck. "Come on," said mother, "let's get you cleaned up".
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Draft: The Wolves and The Moose- By Jason Hollick
A wolf pack was about to leave their den and go hunting.
Suddenly, they spot a moose. They sneak up slowly and make a circle around him.
A couple of the wolves jump on him, he fights back and the wolves retreat.
The moose is relieved. But, soon the wolves return. They do the same thing. They disappear again. By the way the wolves in this pack are big.
The moose is relieved. But, the wolves are back and they jump on him. This time he is too weak to fight so they bring him down and kill him by biting his leg.
As they eat, blood is flowing like a river staining the snow red. As they reach the center of the moose, the leader gets to something slimy, it is the heart. He eats it with gusto.
Suddenly, they spot a moose. They sneak up slowly and make a circle around him.
A couple of the wolves jump on him, he fights back and the wolves retreat.
The moose is relieved. But, soon the wolves return. They do the same thing. They disappear again. By the way the wolves in this pack are big.
The moose is relieved. But, the wolves are back and they jump on him. This time he is too weak to fight so they bring him down and kill him by biting his leg.
As they eat, blood is flowing like a river staining the snow red. As they reach the center of the moose, the leader gets to something slimy, it is the heart. He eats it with gusto.
Draft: I love it-Uma
Mac
I am Mac a horse and I love it at the shows the Ferry-er smell the leather saddle smell and the fresh hay waiting for me in my temporary stall.
I am ridden by one of the nicest girls I know she's wonderful.
We sail over the jumps racing the ground painting the wind and blowing the crowd's minds with me under her heart singing.
But I really like when me and Uma get presented the blue ribbon for best show jumping in the all girls equestrian show jumping competition.
That night I think of sailing over the jumps racing the ground painting the wind and blowing people's minds. I love it.
The girl's perspective
I am so glad I have a not perfect horse trainer rather than a perfect horse trainer that buys everything because when I was four every horse trainer was perfect perfect cream colored jogpers (riding pants) and new black crops (whips) and most of all, they all rode English and made fun of Westerns.
They didn't work for me. I was glad they said I was too young but it really hurt and hey if you want to be good at riding you have to start young. So we kept looking, day after day, dream after dream, week after week, and then finally we found Karen who wore regular jeans her hanged down on her shoulders finally not somebody in a bun and professional riding outfit and she didn't hold her horse's head up so high I was about to scrape the sky. I love it.
I am Mac a horse and I love it at the shows the Ferry-er smell the leather saddle smell and the fresh hay waiting for me in my temporary stall.
I am ridden by one of the nicest girls I know she's wonderful.
We sail over the jumps racing the ground painting the wind and blowing the crowd's minds with me under her heart singing.
But I really like when me and Uma get presented the blue ribbon for best show jumping in the all girls equestrian show jumping competition.
That night I think of sailing over the jumps racing the ground painting the wind and blowing people's minds. I love it.
The girl's perspective
I am so glad I have a not perfect horse trainer rather than a perfect horse trainer that buys everything because when I was four every horse trainer was perfect perfect cream colored jogpers (riding pants) and new black crops (whips) and most of all, they all rode English and made fun of Westerns.
They didn't work for me. I was glad they said I was too young but it really hurt and hey if you want to be good at riding you have to start young. So we kept looking, day after day, dream after dream, week after week, and then finally we found Karen who wore regular jeans her hanged down on her shoulders finally not somebody in a bun and professional riding outfit and she didn't hold her horse's head up so high I was about to scrape the sky. I love it.
Draft: The Secret Tunnel-Adam
Did you know about the secret tunnels at Berkwood Hedge School? I found out that there were tunnels at Berkwood Hedge because my friends were talking about it. And I wanted to write about it and this is the story I wrote.
The secret tunnel has been at Berkwood Hedge for about 100 years. The entrance is in a cabinet in the Wood class. The tunnel goes to the sand yard. There is a big cave there.
Whenever you try to dig in the sand yard it gets wetter and wetter and hard like a rock. There's a big monster with a tail 5 meters long and red, gloomy eyes like blood who dug the tunnels.
The monster steals sand toys and makes new ones like recycling toys. There is also a secret, secret tunnel that leads to the library. Sometimes the kids at Berkwood Hedge forget to take the books from outside and the dragon-like monster steals them.
There's also a tunnel that goes to the pond area. The monster goes down in the pond and the plants are his food.
One day a little girl fell into the pond and got sucked in it and it seemed that the bottom disappeared. The next day they found her in the sand yard, but she was half-fish and half-person, so they took down the pond so no one would fall in again.
Then everything was good.
Until, one day an explorer dug and dug and dug into the sand yard cave and walked around and found out that the tunnel goes to the file cabinet and you have to pull the file to get in, like pulling a ticket. Then the explorer found a shovel and dug more tunnels and they built a new pond and the plants became the explorer's food.
Until, one day another little girl fell into the pond area and got sucked in and it went on and on in a circle. The girl got turned into a half-fish and half-person.
The secret tunnel has been at Berkwood Hedge for about 100 years. The entrance is in a cabinet in the Wood class. The tunnel goes to the sand yard. There is a big cave there.
Whenever you try to dig in the sand yard it gets wetter and wetter and hard like a rock. There's a big monster with a tail 5 meters long and red, gloomy eyes like blood who dug the tunnels.
The monster steals sand toys and makes new ones like recycling toys. There is also a secret, secret tunnel that leads to the library. Sometimes the kids at Berkwood Hedge forget to take the books from outside and the dragon-like monster steals them.
There's also a tunnel that goes to the pond area. The monster goes down in the pond and the plants are his food.
One day a little girl fell into the pond and got sucked in it and it seemed that the bottom disappeared. The next day they found her in the sand yard, but she was half-fish and half-person, so they took down the pond so no one would fall in again.
Then everything was good.
Until, one day an explorer dug and dug and dug into the sand yard cave and walked around and found out that the tunnel goes to the file cabinet and you have to pull the file to get in, like pulling a ticket. Then the explorer found a shovel and dug more tunnels and they built a new pond and the plants became the explorer's food.
Until, one day another little girl fell into the pond area and got sucked in and it went on and on in a circle. The girl got turned into a half-fish and half-person.
Draft: untitled--Chaia
My mom, brother and I were at the grocery store (Andronico's). My dad was running while we were shopping. I was chasing my brother around the store and my mom was on the phone with my dad. My mom said our car was STOLEN. Du, du, du, du-u-u-u-u. I froze. I felt kind of bad. I cried a little.
My mom hugged me. We paid for our things and left. My mom called our neighbor to see if they could come to pick us up because my mom doesn't know how to drive. It was also cold. Our neighbor came to pick us up. We went to their house because the other problem was when we left our house my mom forgot her keys and the only neighbor that did have our keys was on a trip.
My dad's keys were in his backpack along with his wallet, cell phone, and i-pod. His backpack was in the stolen car. It had to be that day: the car got stolen and my mom forgot her keys.
Anyway, back to us. We had dinner at our neighbor's house, and we also watch a little t.v. so I could get my mind off the car. When we were eating dinner my mom came into the room and said my dad was home. I ran outside to go give him a hug. He was talking to the police.
After he talked the police, he came inside, ate dinner, and my mom and my dad called the credit card companies and figured everything out. After they called the credit card companies, my mom, brother, and dad went home and luckily one of the windows was open and there was a hedge right under the window.
They popped the screen out and climbed in. A little later I came home and we all had a happy sleep. P.S. The next day the police found the car but not the backpack.
My mom hugged me. We paid for our things and left. My mom called our neighbor to see if they could come to pick us up because my mom doesn't know how to drive. It was also cold. Our neighbor came to pick us up. We went to their house because the other problem was when we left our house my mom forgot her keys and the only neighbor that did have our keys was on a trip.
My dad's keys were in his backpack along with his wallet, cell phone, and i-pod. His backpack was in the stolen car. It had to be that day: the car got stolen and my mom forgot her keys.
Anyway, back to us. We had dinner at our neighbor's house, and we also watch a little t.v. so I could get my mind off the car. When we were eating dinner my mom came into the room and said my dad was home. I ran outside to go give him a hug. He was talking to the police.
After he talked the police, he came inside, ate dinner, and my mom and my dad called the credit card companies and figured everything out. After they called the credit card companies, my mom, brother, and dad went home and luckily one of the windows was open and there was a hedge right under the window.
They popped the screen out and climbed in. A little later I came home and we all had a happy sleep. P.S. The next day the police found the car but not the backpack.
Draft: The Dragon Tunnels--Jack
Thump. I got in.
Wait--I need to start at the beginning about 150 years ago. Tunnels were built into Berkwood Hedge. They had lots of rooms but the biggest room was the library. A vampire lived in the tunnels. One day he got a stake in his heart and died. He was never seen again.
In 2007, me, Joseph, and a lot of other second graders found the tunnels. Wait--rewind--zzzzz--we were actually kindergarteners. We were digging right above the library. We thought it was a dragon's lair. Now, back to where we were, me, Joseph, and the others. We found the entrance in the file cabinet. You find a file and pull and it opens a door, but we didn't get in.
So, I'm in the tunnel now. I walked in them, some had bats. It sorta creeped me out but I kept on walking. I got to the library, the books had all been burned except one, Dragon. I opened it. BOOOO-- BOOM!. SHHHH. FFGGGGRRR. AHHH. A dragon ten feet tall blasted a fire ball. I dodged and ran.
I got out and closed the door just in time. Slam. Thud.
One hundred and fifty years later my great, (100 more), great grandkids found records of the vampire. They got an interview with the cousin of the vampire. He said, "It's hard being a vampire everyone thinks you're evil. It's hard to live in society that's why the tunnels were built, for a place to see your own kind." "Wow," they said, "can we have a photo." "Yes."
Now I have gone looking for important information to write this story. Poof! Poof! Poof! I walked through the old tunnels to find records of the vampire then I realized it was getting hotter and hotter. Then I saw a light in the library. Then a dragon 20 feet long. BOOM! FFFFF. AHHH! It missed. I ran SSSSS. AHHHH! Can't crawl out. Grab my hand if you want to live. So I did, and it pulled me out. AHHH! A giant spider 50 feet tall. It bit me, everything went black. When I woke up I was a vampire. I vant to suck your blood. And I became Dracula.
Wait--I need to start at the beginning about 150 years ago. Tunnels were built into Berkwood Hedge. They had lots of rooms but the biggest room was the library. A vampire lived in the tunnels. One day he got a stake in his heart and died. He was never seen again.
In 2007, me, Joseph, and a lot of other second graders found the tunnels. Wait--rewind--zzzzz--we were actually kindergarteners. We were digging right above the library. We thought it was a dragon's lair. Now, back to where we were, me, Joseph, and the others. We found the entrance in the file cabinet. You find a file and pull and it opens a door, but we didn't get in.
So, I'm in the tunnel now. I walked in them, some had bats. It sorta creeped me out but I kept on walking. I got to the library, the books had all been burned except one, Dragon. I opened it. BOOOO-- BOOM!. SHHHH. FFGGGGRRR. AHHH. A dragon ten feet tall blasted a fire ball. I dodged and ran.
I got out and closed the door just in time. Slam. Thud.
One hundred and fifty years later my great, (100 more), great grandkids found records of the vampire. They got an interview with the cousin of the vampire. He said, "It's hard being a vampire everyone thinks you're evil. It's hard to live in society that's why the tunnels were built, for a place to see your own kind." "Wow," they said, "can we have a photo." "Yes."
Now I have gone looking for important information to write this story. Poof! Poof! Poof! I walked through the old tunnels to find records of the vampire then I realized it was getting hotter and hotter. Then I saw a light in the library. Then a dragon 20 feet long. BOOM! FFFFF. AHHH! It missed. I ran SSSSS. AHHHH! Can't crawl out. Grab my hand if you want to live. So I did, and it pulled me out. AHHH! A giant spider 50 feet tall. It bit me, everything went black. When I woke up I was a vampire. I vant to suck your blood. And I became Dracula.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Draft: The Ugly Shoe--Abby G.
It all started under a man's bed where all of your shoes go after you fall asleep. And of course there was the ugly brown leather shoe that was torn from the dog named Teddy. The big, ugly human being woke up from the loud classical music.
Then he found the shoe and said in Human-ese: "I have been waiting to throw you away for fifteen years!" Then, he got a tight grip. "Ow!" he said in shoe language. He was thrown in the trash and he fainted.
He woke up dazed and tired, right when he smelled something bad. Then he did his shoe stretch: he rubbed his buttons and blinked his eyes five times. "I'm in the landfill!!!??? No!!!"
He heard another shoe talking. He hopped over a mound of trash and saw a clunky green shoe crying. When he climbed over the hill there was a high heel from Payless and another blue shoe from Shoe Pavillion and a brown hiking boot from R.E.I. The hiking boot was like his wooden grandma. The shoe from Payless--who, by the way was a lady--said in her really deep voice like a giant, "Save my son!"
"Why?" the ugly shoe thought. Nobody saved me from the dump. I am nicer than them, so I'll do it. "What do I do?" he asked. "Take the shoe-ter." "What's the shoe-ter?" asked the ugly shoe. "And where am I going?" "A shoe-ter is a catapult. Mount Camelpies is where you're going," answered the green heel. The hiking boot pulled out a picture. It looked like a camel covered in pie. "Ready?!" yelled the shoe from Shoe Pavillion.
"And you have one wish for your journey," said the dirty blue shoe. "I guess," said the ugly shoe. They put him in the shoe-ter and he was flying. For the first time, the shoe didn't know he was ugly. He passed a dragon--my imagination. No such thing. Under him was a huge oasis of gooey blue. Then he got into the desert and he was roasted. It was 116 degrees Farenheit. He was so thirsty his throat was cracking like the hot ground. Then he was falling. "AHHH!!! Boom. Ow." He tumbled into some dried up blades of grass. He fainted...
He woke up on a mountain that looked like a camel covered in pie. There was a red Crock laying helplessly. "Hello!" he screamed. The other shoe, dried up and torn, didn't reply. It got dark , then the Crock got up and asked, "Do you have water? If you do, I bring you back to where you came from." He looked at the stars and back at him. I saw his wrinkly body like an ocean of red. "I might have some in my sack." He did. He drank it quickly. "What is your wish?" He started to glow. "I wish that I am the nicest looking shoe!" It went black. He woke up and everybody gasped. It was silent until a shoe screamed: "He's beautiful!" "I don't care!" She would never be nice again.
Then he found the shoe and said in Human-ese: "I have been waiting to throw you away for fifteen years!" Then, he got a tight grip. "Ow!" he said in shoe language. He was thrown in the trash and he fainted.
He woke up dazed and tired, right when he smelled something bad. Then he did his shoe stretch: he rubbed his buttons and blinked his eyes five times. "I'm in the landfill!!!??? No!!!"
He heard another shoe talking. He hopped over a mound of trash and saw a clunky green shoe crying. When he climbed over the hill there was a high heel from Payless and another blue shoe from Shoe Pavillion and a brown hiking boot from R.E.I. The hiking boot was like his wooden grandma. The shoe from Payless--who, by the way was a lady--said in her really deep voice like a giant, "Save my son!"
"Why?" the ugly shoe thought. Nobody saved me from the dump. I am nicer than them, so I'll do it. "What do I do?" he asked. "Take the shoe-ter." "What's the shoe-ter?" asked the ugly shoe. "And where am I going?" "A shoe-ter is a catapult. Mount Camelpies is where you're going," answered the green heel. The hiking boot pulled out a picture. It looked like a camel covered in pie. "Ready?!" yelled the shoe from Shoe Pavillion.
"And you have one wish for your journey," said the dirty blue shoe. "I guess," said the ugly shoe. They put him in the shoe-ter and he was flying. For the first time, the shoe didn't know he was ugly. He passed a dragon--my imagination. No such thing. Under him was a huge oasis of gooey blue. Then he got into the desert and he was roasted. It was 116 degrees Farenheit. He was so thirsty his throat was cracking like the hot ground. Then he was falling. "AHHH!!! Boom. Ow." He tumbled into some dried up blades of grass. He fainted...
He woke up on a mountain that looked like a camel covered in pie. There was a red Crock laying helplessly. "Hello!" he screamed. The other shoe, dried up and torn, didn't reply. It got dark , then the Crock got up and asked, "Do you have water? If you do, I bring you back to where you came from." He looked at the stars and back at him. I saw his wrinkly body like an ocean of red. "I might have some in my sack." He did. He drank it quickly. "What is your wish?" He started to glow. "I wish that I am the nicest looking shoe!" It went black. He woke up and everybody gasped. It was silent until a shoe screamed: "He's beautiful!" "I don't care!" She would never be nice again.
Draft:Mirror-Joseph
Once there was a spirit. The spirit had no face or body, but he still lived on Earth. The spirit had forgotten who it was and wanted to find out.
Then, one day, the spirit got an idea. Maybe if I roll in the dust and smear red clay on myself, I will look like everyone else there on the Earth and I can be alive again. So he did this and then he walked into the nearest city.
The spirit was surprised to see all the machines and electric wires. What are all these hideous pieces of smelly metal everywhere? it wondered. (The spirit was born in 1600.) So the spirit decided to ruin all the cars in the highway.
So it ran as fast as it could toward the cars. Suddenly, just as the spirit ran into the highway, the stoplight turned green and all the cars went through the spirit.
All the people started screaming their heads off, (that started an avalanche 1,000 miles away and a rock slide in Africa) and the spirit got blown into a nearby house by the sound waves and landed in someone's bath with a small swish.
There was a mirror next to the tub and the spirit looked into it and saw inside itself. Then it remembered who it was and then floated out the window.
Then, one day, the spirit got an idea. Maybe if I roll in the dust and smear red clay on myself, I will look like everyone else there on the Earth and I can be alive again. So he did this and then he walked into the nearest city.
The spirit was surprised to see all the machines and electric wires. What are all these hideous pieces of smelly metal everywhere? it wondered. (The spirit was born in 1600.) So the spirit decided to ruin all the cars in the highway.
So it ran as fast as it could toward the cars. Suddenly, just as the spirit ran into the highway, the stoplight turned green and all the cars went through the spirit.
All the people started screaming their heads off, (that started an avalanche 1,000 miles away and a rock slide in Africa) and the spirit got blown into a nearby house by the sound waves and landed in someone's bath with a small swish.
There was a mirror next to the tub and the spirit looked into it and saw inside itself. Then it remembered who it was and then floated out the window.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Draft--I Miss Israel-Naama
When I'm in California I miss Israel because I miss all that I do while in Israel, like all the sprinklers. What my brother and I like doing in Israel is taking off our clothes and running around in the sprinklers wearing only underwear. Our grandma always spoils us with fun.
Like for instance, our grandma lets us paint these little houses that are made of wood and are about one meter tall and 1 meter wide.
Also, we get either an ice cream cone from the ice cream truck or two popsicles a day. I usually get lemon or lime, but my brother Amir usually gets a popcicle with strawberries because he can't eat ice cream.
I worry so much about my hamster, Edy. It's natural after what happened to my last hamster, Bambaloogy. She died last time I left her, while I was in Yellowstone Park.
Along with worrying about my hamster, I miss my bed and my stuffed animals. Which are a panda, a raccoon, a show because she's part sheep, part cow, and a dog.
But, also when I wake up in Israel, I play with my brother for a couple of hours time and then my grandpa wakes up and makes coffee and then pretends to be a pirate.
Like once he left the coffee on when he went poop and flooded the counter with coffee. And whenever we get too crazy he pretends to be a pirate. He turns my brother and I upside down.
Like for instance, our grandma lets us paint these little houses that are made of wood and are about one meter tall and 1 meter wide.
Also, we get either an ice cream cone from the ice cream truck or two popsicles a day. I usually get lemon or lime, but my brother Amir usually gets a popcicle with strawberries because he can't eat ice cream.
I worry so much about my hamster, Edy. It's natural after what happened to my last hamster, Bambaloogy. She died last time I left her, while I was in Yellowstone Park.
Along with worrying about my hamster, I miss my bed and my stuffed animals. Which are a panda, a raccoon, a show because she's part sheep, part cow, and a dog.
But, also when I wake up in Israel, I play with my brother for a couple of hours time and then my grandpa wakes up and makes coffee and then pretends to be a pirate.
Like once he left the coffee on when he went poop and flooded the counter with coffee. And whenever we get too crazy he pretends to be a pirate. He turns my brother and I upside down.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The Tree, No Wait, It's Called The Boy--Stuart
The Tree, No Wait, It’s Called the Boy
By Stuart Muerth
Once upon a time there was a boy, the boy was sad because he had no apples. Once upon a time there was a tree. The tree was really sad because no one picked his apples.
One day the boy saw an apple tree and he asked the tree, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "YES!"
So he took some apples, he didn't know why the tree was so excited that he took the apples. (Note: The tree was sad because no one took his apples.)
The boy told his friends about the apple tree. First, one boy took an apple. Then, the next day, another boy took some apples. The next day, another boy took some. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day. . . .
The next day, the boy came and said, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "But I don't have any." So the boy walked away. Then the tree did not have apples for six months! Then there was one apple. The boy ate it and said, "Bleh." Then the tree got mad like a baby who lost its toy. But the boy knew when apples were in season, so he waited and waited...
Finally apples were in season so the boy went to the tree. But on his way, he heard and ice cream man. The boy's friends also heard it. Then he got an ice cream cone and forgot about the tree. But when he took a bite...
..."YUM!" The ice cream tasted like an apple and was crunchy like an apple. He noticed it was an apple. So, he kept eating. "YUMMY!" His friends heard him, so they got apples, too.
Draft:
The Boy
Once upon a time there was a boy, the boy was sad because he had no apples. One day he saw an apple tree and he asked the tree, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "YES!"
So he took some apples, he didn't know why the tree was so excited that he took the apples. (Note: The tree was sad because no one took his apples.) The boy told his friends about the apple tree. So, his friends got some apples from the tree. But then the tree ran out of apples. Then the tree did not have apples for six months! Then there was one apple. The boy ate it and said, "Bleh." Then the tree got mad like a baby who lost its toy. But the boy knew when apples were in season, so he waited and waited...
Finally apples were in season so the boy went to the tree. But on his way, he heard and ice cream man. The boy's friends also heard it. Then he got an ice cream cone and forgot about the tree. But when he took a bite...
..."YUM!" The ice cream like an apple and was crunchy like an apple. He noticed it was an apple. So, he kept eating. "YUMMY!" His friends heard him, so they got apples, too.
The Tree
Once upon a time there was a tree. The tree was really sad because no one picked his apples. One day a boy came and said, "Can I have some apples?" And the tree said, "YES!"
So the boy took some apples. Then, the next day, another boy took some apples. The next day, another boy took some. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day...
And finally, the tree had no apples. The next day, the boy came and said, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "But I don't have any." So the boy walked away.
The next day, no apples. The next day, no apples...a year went by. Ok, it was only a week. Then fall came, still no apples. Winter came, still no apples. Spring came--and, finally, one apple! The tree said, "YAA!" It started to sing, "I got an apple, I got an apple,..."
Then he waited for the boy. He waited and he waited...finally, the boy came. He ate the apple and said, "BLEH!," and walked away.
Then, the tree got mad like a baby who lost its toy. Then the tree thought, "I have to wait until I get a red apple." Finally, it got a red apple. Then a woodsman came and said, "I will cut you down!" "No," said the tree, "try my apples." "Ok", said the woodsman, "but if I don't like it, I will cut you down!" "YUM!" said the woodsman, and he walked away.
The next day a group of kids came, but they weren't coming for the apples, they heard the ice cream man. The tree thought, "Why do they not like my apples?" But the tree had an idea. A boy came to eat his ice cream cone under the apple tree. The tree dropped an apple in his ice cream. "YUM!" said the boy, then some more kids came to get some apples.
THE END
By Stuart Muerth
Once upon a time there was a boy, the boy was sad because he had no apples. Once upon a time there was a tree. The tree was really sad because no one picked his apples.
One day the boy saw an apple tree and he asked the tree, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "YES!"
So he took some apples, he didn't know why the tree was so excited that he took the apples. (Note: The tree was sad because no one took his apples.)
The boy told his friends about the apple tree. First, one boy took an apple. Then, the next day, another boy took some apples. The next day, another boy took some. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day. . . .
The next day, the boy came and said, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "But I don't have any." So the boy walked away. Then the tree did not have apples for six months! Then there was one apple. The boy ate it and said, "Bleh." Then the tree got mad like a baby who lost its toy. But the boy knew when apples were in season, so he waited and waited...
Finally apples were in season so the boy went to the tree. But on his way, he heard and ice cream man. The boy's friends also heard it. Then he got an ice cream cone and forgot about the tree. But when he took a bite...
..."YUM!" The ice cream tasted like an apple and was crunchy like an apple. He noticed it was an apple. So, he kept eating. "YUMMY!" His friends heard him, so they got apples, too.
Draft:
The Boy
Once upon a time there was a boy, the boy was sad because he had no apples. One day he saw an apple tree and he asked the tree, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "YES!"
So he took some apples, he didn't know why the tree was so excited that he took the apples. (Note: The tree was sad because no one took his apples.) The boy told his friends about the apple tree. So, his friends got some apples from the tree. But then the tree ran out of apples. Then the tree did not have apples for six months! Then there was one apple. The boy ate it and said, "Bleh." Then the tree got mad like a baby who lost its toy. But the boy knew when apples were in season, so he waited and waited...
Finally apples were in season so the boy went to the tree. But on his way, he heard and ice cream man. The boy's friends also heard it. Then he got an ice cream cone and forgot about the tree. But when he took a bite...
..."YUM!" The ice cream like an apple and was crunchy like an apple. He noticed it was an apple. So, he kept eating. "YUMMY!" His friends heard him, so they got apples, too.
The Tree
Once upon a time there was a tree. The tree was really sad because no one picked his apples. One day a boy came and said, "Can I have some apples?" And the tree said, "YES!"
So the boy took some apples. Then, the next day, another boy took some apples. The next day, another boy took some. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day...
And finally, the tree had no apples. The next day, the boy came and said, "Can I have some apples?" The tree said, "But I don't have any." So the boy walked away.
The next day, no apples. The next day, no apples...a year went by. Ok, it was only a week. Then fall came, still no apples. Winter came, still no apples. Spring came--and, finally, one apple! The tree said, "YAA!" It started to sing, "I got an apple, I got an apple,..."
Then he waited for the boy. He waited and he waited...finally, the boy came. He ate the apple and said, "BLEH!," and walked away.
Then, the tree got mad like a baby who lost its toy. Then the tree thought, "I have to wait until I get a red apple." Finally, it got a red apple. Then a woodsman came and said, "I will cut you down!" "No," said the tree, "try my apples." "Ok", said the woodsman, "but if I don't like it, I will cut you down!" "YUM!" said the woodsman, and he walked away.
The next day a group of kids came, but they weren't coming for the apples, they heard the ice cream man. The tree thought, "Why do they not like my apples?" But the tree had an idea. A boy came to eat his ice cream cone under the apple tree. The tree dropped an apple in his ice cream. "YUM!" said the boy, then some more kids came to get some apples.
THE END
Draft: I have a dream...--Zavrey
I have a dream that my gecko will have babies. If my gecko had babies I could release them back into the Arabian desert and that would make a pet for free for somebody. More animals make my next dream come true.
I have a dream that animals will be free. Animals have as much right as humans because humans are animals.
I have a dream that the world will be peaceful. If there was only one president in the world then it would be a peaceful president like Obama or someone else. The there would be no war, no weapons (which create war), and no sadness.
I have a dream that everyone will be happy and that everyone will be healthy. Happy and healthy people make a happy and healthy environment. People ride their bikes, exercise, go on hikes, eat organic food, don't go to zoos, and love all kinds of geckos.
I have a dream that Native Americans will have their land back and that also the Native Americans will be back. Native Americans are humans. They just have different religions.
I have a dream that all of my dreams will come true.
I have a dream that animals will be free. Animals have as much right as humans because humans are animals.
I have a dream that the world will be peaceful. If there was only one president in the world then it would be a peaceful president like Obama or someone else. The there would be no war, no weapons (which create war), and no sadness.
I have a dream that everyone will be happy and that everyone will be healthy. Happy and healthy people make a happy and healthy environment. People ride their bikes, exercise, go on hikes, eat organic food, don't go to zoos, and love all kinds of geckos.
I have a dream that Native Americans will have their land back and that also the Native Americans will be back. Native Americans are humans. They just have different religions.
I have a dream that all of my dreams will come true.
Draft: Mr. Candy Guy--Elliott
When Candy Bouquet first opened, my family noticed it everyday we walked by. One day, we decided to go into his shop. As we walked in, we heard the jingling of bells on the door. Inside his shop, I nearly shot up into the air. There was so much to see. On the left, there sat Mr. Candy Guy, the shop owner (his name is not really Mr. Candy Guy but that's what I call him).
On the right, there were 10 cent and 12-for-a-dollar candies. On the left, further down, there were chocolate cigars and licorice. And if you look straight ahead, you can see a big block full of cotton candy, bon-bons, and salt-water taffy.
And if you're lucky, and Mr. Candy Guy gets up to get something, and he walks through a little doorway, and opens the door to the storage room, and you peek inside, you will see boxes and bags full of any candy you can imagine, plus a lot more.
I chose out a tub of cotton candy and my brother got something else that I can't remember. When we got home, I ate my cotton candy out on the porch. It was blue and pink. It was sugary and sweet. And it dissolved in my mouth like all cotton candy does. It was good.
About a month later, Ben came over and we went to Mr. Candy Guy's shop. We each got four candies for only one dollar. You should go to Mr. Candy Guy's shop. It is so cozy.
On the right, there were 10 cent and 12-for-a-dollar candies. On the left, further down, there were chocolate cigars and licorice. And if you look straight ahead, you can see a big block full of cotton candy, bon-bons, and salt-water taffy.
And if you're lucky, and Mr. Candy Guy gets up to get something, and he walks through a little doorway, and opens the door to the storage room, and you peek inside, you will see boxes and bags full of any candy you can imagine, plus a lot more.
I chose out a tub of cotton candy and my brother got something else that I can't remember. When we got home, I ate my cotton candy out on the porch. It was blue and pink. It was sugary and sweet. And it dissolved in my mouth like all cotton candy does. It was good.
About a month later, Ben came over and we went to Mr. Candy Guy's shop. We each got four candies for only one dollar. You should go to Mr. Candy Guy's shop. It is so cozy.
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