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Contents Illustrated Story Contest Winners Syeca by Lucyanna Labadie................................................................................3 The Top of Sea Scape Mountain by Elizabeth Kelley..........................................6 The Battle by the Sea by Cotey Anderegg............................................................8 Gabrielle the Adventuress by Gabrielle Rozumek................................................9 Featured Adult Author Jane Whipple and the Owlhawk by Jack Thrombly ..........................................10 Additional Material Review of Sky Carver, by Dean Whitlock ......................................................13 Subscription Info ............................................................................................14 Send Us Your Work! ......................................................................................14
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Syeca
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GRAND PRIZE WINNER
Written and illustrated by Lucyanna Labadie Age 10, Stockbridge, Vermont
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ASEY ’S MIND WAS not on her work. It was far away in her imaginary land, the land of Syeca. In her thoughts, she imagined emerald green hills and magnificent forests, with sparkling green blue riv— Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s call: “Honey, have you finished your school work yet?” “Almost, Mom,” she answered. She sighed as she let her thoughts slide away from Syeca and go towards what’s the square root of 326.... Casey was a blue-eyed, black haired girl (well, it was almost black, a darkish brown). She was home-schooled, so she had a lot of time for daydreaming (which she loved to do). She also liked to read, and lost herself in fairy tales and books of magical places. One day, Casey decided to hike up a mountain that was not far from where she lived, but far away enough so she knew she could be alone. It wasn’t that she was selfish, it was just that she liked peace and quiet.
She had packed for lunch a casserole, an apple, and a good-sized water bottle. At eight o’clock in the morning she was ready to go. She had just got out the door when she remembered something. She ran back in the house and wrote her mom a quick note saying she’d be back in a few hours. When she had made it a good halfway up the mountain, she suddenly felt drowsy. She stumbled on a few more steps, but it was useless. Casey sat down with her back against a rock and fell asleep. It seemed like hours later when she woke up in the dark. She let her eyes adjust to the dim light and got up to see where she was. “Mom’s going to be so worried,” she told herself. Casey moved closer to a welcomed light in front of her. When she was near enough, she saw that she was in a little stick house that was set against a rock ledge. The ground beneath her was unusually soft, and when she looked down, she realized it was fresh moss,
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and it was actually growing all over the floor of the little stick house! Surprised, Casey looked around to see where she was. “That’s strange,” she said aloud. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, because the place she was in looked exactly like her imaginary land of Syeca! The light that was in front of her was a small fire, with a pot of soup hanging over it. Casey went closer, because the night air was a little cold. As she did, something fluttered past her head and landed on an old sycamore tree nearby. She saw that it was a small owl. Slowly and weakly, Casey noticed, the owl flew down and landed on the ground. It suddenly transformed into a girl, dressed in tattered robes, but beautiful robes. Casey saw with surprise that the girl looked like a mirror image of herself! Suddenly the girl whispered, “Help me.” Casey slowly walked to the girl’s side and knelt down. She put her hand on the girl’s forehead and drew it back quickly. It was hot, and Casey sensed that the girl was not well. Slowly, the girl reached her hand into a sash around her waist and pulled out a small wooden bowl. She gestured with her hand towards the pot on the fire. Casey understood and knelt down next to the pot as she filled the bowl with soup. She handed it to the girl, who smiled in response. Casey sat politely waiting for the girl to finish. When the girl had eaten, she sat up, stronger now that she wasn’t hungry. “Thank you,” she said to Casey. “You’re welcome,” Casey answered back. Then she noticed a scar on the girl’s arm. “Have you been hurt?” she asked. The girl shuddered. “This land may be beautiful, yes, but there are enemies
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everywhere.” She sighed. “My people sent me as a messenger to gather other tribes together so that we could fight them, but the enemies recognized my owl disguise and attacked me. “I know one weakness of the enemies, though. They have all come through a secret door that no one can find. If it is closed, forever, then their source of life that comes from through the door will be blocked from them, and they will perish. I want to find that door, but I need help.” She looked as Casey hopefully. Casey felt a surge of happiness go through her. Here at last was someone who liked the same things she did. “Of course I’ll help,” she said kindly to the girl. The next morning, Casey woke up with the sun shining directly into the stick hut. The girl was not in sight. Just then she heard footsteps behind her, and she turned around to see the girl walking through the trees. She was carrying a wooden cup filled with fresh water. The girl saw Casey’s surprised face and laughed. “There’s a small stream that runs under the ledge. It’s full of fresh, cold water.” She smiled as Casey sipped it down. It was a wonderful
feeling that it gave, a new burst of energy….so magical. “Come on, we should get going…. We should follow the river.” Casey walked through the trees and stared in awe. Alongside her right, there was a path that led no doubt to where the girl had gotten the water. Before her was a wonderful——— gushing waterfall, that fell into a sparkling blue river. Emerald green hills and magnificent forests in the distance made the view spectacular. Casey stared speechlessly. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said the girl, who had walked up beside her. “Come on, we should get going.” The girl started up a path that led up the side of
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the waterfall. Casey followed. When they had made it half way up the path, Casey stopped — the air to her smelled smoky. The girl, who was a few paces ahead, must have sensed it too, for she stopped and turned to Casey. There was a grim expression on her face. Without a word, she turned and ran up the path out of sight, not stopping to tell Casey what was the matter. Casey followed, puzzled, through the smoke, which was thicker now. She walked on for what seemed like hours. When at last the smoke had lifted, Casey gasped at the dismal sight all around her. The grass was a sickly yellowish brown and looked as if all the life had been drained out of it. Casey knelt down and, with a grimace, noticed that the ground beneath her was parched and dry. The few trees that still had leaves to show had barely what you would call leaves anyway, though there were few. They were shriveled up and revealed no sign that they had ever been green and alive. Casey was saddened by this — it looked nothing like her first sight of this land. Suddenly a fierce will broke through her sadness. She would find that door and make sure that no one from another world would make it through ever again. But where was she? There was no sign of life, and the smoke must have led her far away from the waterfall. She started off, seeing a bit of dark green lining a hill ahead, probably a few hours away. A while later, Casey came to a forest. She sat down on a tree root to rest. It was then a sound started. Slow tinkling notes at first, but then it got louder and more complicated. After a few minutes it was very loud. With all those notes strumming together, it made it hard to think of
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arms around Casey, laughing and crying at the same time. “Thank you.” She paused — “What is your name?” “Casey, what’s yours?” “Syeca.” The two girls exchanged confused expressions. “That’s what I always called your world,” Casey said quietly. “Me too.” Syeca sighed. “Then, I guess we can’t be…seeing each other again?” “Maybe not, but I’ll never forget you. I’ll try to come back some day.” Casey looked at Syeca quizzically, because Syeca was smiling. “Oh, we’ll meet again, don’t you worry.” The two girls had grown to be friends, and they did not want to be separated. They hugged again, this time with tears. They bid farewell, and shut the door. Forever. Epilogue: When Casey stepped back through the door, she saw that what had been the door of light in the other world was just an old hollow tree trunk in her own. She went quickly home, only to find that the clock read nine o’clock a.m., Tuesday, the second. No time at all had passed since she went into the magical land, and her mother wasn’t even awake yet! anything else. Then it was quiet. Casey stood up, and when she turned to the forest she saw with bewilderment that there was a door of light that had opened up in front of her. Around it, it shimmered with an unending glow. It’s radiance made everything around it glow with life. Casey wondered why she had not seen it before. Before long, she understood why. She had stepped
sideways to be away from that blinding light, and it had vanished altogether. Puzzled, she stepped back to her first position and saw it again, just as brightly. Just then, the girl came over a small hill that was in sight of the forest. She saw Casey and ran up next to her. “I’m sorry I ran off….” her voice trailed off when she saw the door. She threw her
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Casey walked regularly to the old tree, but she never felt the handle of the door. But, once in a while, she could see that wonderful place and she knew in her heart that it would always be her imaginary land, the land of Syeca. (To see more illustrations for this story, please visit www.flyingship.org)
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The Top of Sea Scape Mountain Written and illustrated by Elizabeth Kelley Age 11, Woodstock, Vermont a dragon named Sea Scar. He ruled a mountain that was icy cold. It was called Sea Scape Mountain. Sea Scar was a purple dragon that had green spikes that went down his back and ended at the tip of his tail. He also wore glasses and on his back lay a maroon, wide-spread NCE THERE WAS
set of wings. He was a very selfish dragon. Down in a meadow lived two fairies that were sisters. The oldest, Fantasia and the youngest, Lucinda. Fantasia had purple hair and wore a blue dress. Lucinda had blonde hair and wore a green dress. They both knew Sea Scar and thought that he was selfish because he wouldn’t let any creature set foot on Sea Scape.
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“I wish Sea Scar would let us go on his mountain,” said Lucinda. “I know,” said Fantasia. “But it is his mountain. And any way, aren’t you happy here in the meadow?” “Of course,” replied Lucinda. “It’s so tempting to see what’s up there though and I—” “Lucinda, you specifically know that Sea Scar would never let one creature set foot on Sea Scape,” interrupted Fantasia. “So don’t start dreaming!” “Man! Am I glad this is my mountain!” said Sea Scar. “Look at all of the emeralds and rubies I have found.” Sea Scar once again found another batch of treasures. In fact, he was a very rich dragon. “Whew! Sometimes I do get kind of lonely up here....all alone. Wait! What am I thinking?!! This is my mountain and no creature can set foot on it! Huh.” Sea Scar got so upset that he blew fire-balls right in the meadow! The meadow was set on fire! “Lucinda! Watch out!” cried Fantasia. A big ball of fire was flying down Sea Scape. “Oh no! Not Sea Scar. He’s set our meadow on fire!” cried Lucinda. “Lucinda! Remember your fairy dust?” asked Fantasia while dodging all of the fire balls. “Use it!” So the fairies both sprinkled their fairy dust to burn down the fire. “I’m going to talk to that Sea Scar. But look at our home!” Then Lucinda sat on a rock weeping. The fairies’ home was all burned up and all black. “Come on Lucinda. We are going to march up that mountain no matter what it takes!” Fantasia grabbed her sister’s hand and started heading up Sea Scape Mountain.
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At the top of the mountain, Sea Scar was lying there, breathlessly on the ground. “I think I’m going to, uh, pass out!” said Sea Scar as he was trying to catch his breath from blowing all of his fire-balls. “I just think I’m going to take a teeny little drago-nap. Yeah, that’s what I will....do.” Sea Scar was in a very deep sleep. “We’re almost at the top,” said Fantasia. “We are the first creatures to even set foot on Sea Scape Mountain,” pointed out Lucinda. “Yes. You are right,” said Fantasia. The faries kept on walking until Fantasia yelled, “STOP!!” Both fairies halted. “Why are we wasting our energy walking instead of using our fairy wings to fly?” “I don’t know,” replied Lucinda. “Let’s fly!” The fairy sisters jumped into the sky and started to fly up the mountain. Soon, they were at the top of Sea Scape Mountain. Lucinda saw Sea Scar and started to freak out. “Well, see you later Fantasia! I might see you next Dewday!” Lucinda said sarcastically. “Bye!” “Hey! Hey! Hey! You are not going anywhere! We made it this far and we’re not turning back until I talk to that dragon!” yelled Fantasia. “But....Oh, all right.” “Okay. Watch this: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” screamed Fantasia at the top of her lungs. Sea Scar immediately woke up. “What do you two little fairies think you’re doing on my mountain?”
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“I....I....Uh....” “We have to, uh, talk to you,” said Fantasia bravely. “Well then little miss. What do you want to talk to me about? Huh? Are you afraid?” said Sea Scar in a very mean way. “I....I....w-w-wanted to....to tell....” “We wanted to tell you to knock off the fire-balls! Okay? Because you set our home on fire and now we have know place to live!!” Lucinda said bravely as she started to cry. “Well I’m....I'm....sorry!! I didn't mean to set your home on fire! I was just really upset because I'm just so lonely,” said Sea Scar. “I really, really didn’t mean to. But please don’t cry. I hate to see that happen!” said Sea Scar as he started crying himself. “Oh Sea Scar! Don’t start crying,” said Lucinda. She wiped a dew-drop from his
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eye. “We want just one favor,” whispered Lucinda. “Which is just—a home.” “Okay. It’s only fair. You know what? You can live on my....uh.... um....Sea Scape. Yes, you may live on Sea Scape Mountain.” Lucinda and Fantasia could not believe their own ears. “Did you just say my sister and I may live on Sea Scape Mountain?” “Yes I did,” said Sea Scar proudly. “Yes I did!” So from that day to this, all creatures are allowed in Sea Scape. And Sea Scar is no more a selfish dragon! “So, you wanna go for a ride next Dewday?” “How about next Windsday?” “It’s a ride!”
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The Battle by the Sea Written and illustrated by Cotey Anderegg Age 10, Sharon, Vermont
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a doe walked slowly into a clearing in the woods. A few seconds later a fawn walked after her. A rustle and a snap startled them from browsing. The doe looked around in alarm, but soon went back to pulling grass, when a tall man in
green and brown dropped lightly from a branch. He walked over to the doe and the fawn licked his hand. He was an Elion, one of the woodfolk of Dillremnor. Suddenly the ground began to shake and a cloud of dust rose in the distance. The doe ran into the wood and the Elion swung into the trees. A group of men riding on wild buffalo came riding into the clearing, slashing at everything in their way with double ended swords. They were Dinrodells, terrors of Dillremnor. They swept through the trees to the beach like a thunderstorm. On the beach sat a dragon (Delgarad, by name) with his tail wrapped around his feet, like an enormous cat. The Dinrodells came sweeping down the beach and as soon as they saw Delgarad they rushed at him, cutting at him with their long swords.
The Dinrodells didn’t know it, but they were being watched by a solitary form on a very high branch in the forest. A minute later it faded into the trees. The dragon was taken by surprise and could not get to the water. The Dinrodells made a ring and closed in on Delgarad. Meanwhile, the same person that had watched the Dinrodells was swinging through the trees. He dropped into a huge clearing where a large quartz stone was set. The stone glowed with a green light that showed a horn. It was made from a walrus tusk and inlaid with bronze. He walked up to the horn and blew it. A high, clear,
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Illustrated Story Contest AGE 9-10 CATEGORY WINNER steady note rang out. The light showed that he was the same Elion. Other Elions seemed to appear in the trees. The dragon bit and lashed its tail, but there were too many Dinrodells. Once, they all heard a shrill whistle coming from the woods. But the Dinrodells returned to fighting. Just then, a rain of throwing spears came whistling from the woods. One hundred Elions moved from the shadows. The Dinrodells saw they were outnumbered and fled. The Elions chased them only a little way and then turned back to the dragon. After the Elions had tended to his hurts and cuts, he dove into the sea. After a farewell flap of his tail, he swam off towards the reef. He saw a glint in the distance. He was tired and hungry as he swam towards the school of fish.
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Gabrielle the Adventuress Written and illustrated by Gabrielle Rozumek Age 7, Woodstock, Vermont
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Gabrielle who dreamed that she was on a pirate ship. She woke up on the pirate ship — the same pirate ship that she was dreaming about! The ship looked rusty, creepy, and very scary. A spider web completely covered the ship. The pirates thought that Gabrielle was one of their enemies. Captain Blue Beard ordered his men to grab her and drag her to the mast post. Captain Blue Beard shouted to his men, “Tie her up!” Gabrielle said, “I am not one of your enemies, I am here by mistake. I was dreaming, then I woke up, opened my eyes and I was laying on your pirate ship.” The pirates untied Gabrielle and they became friends. They gave her a bird that would take Gabrielle wherever she wanted to go. But before she could say where she wanted to go, the
bird flew off with Gabrielle on her back. Gabrielle said stop, but the bird did not stop, because they were flying over water. Soon the bird, which Gabrielle named Sally, found land. But Sally and Gabrielle did not know the land was full of ghosts. They landed safely in the sand. Gabrielle and Sally made a house out of mud to live in together. They ate their dinner and went to bed. All of a sudden a ghost came into the house. Gabrielle said, “Stop kicking me Sally.” “I am not kicking you. Then they both opened their eyes. Before them was a ghost. He had a big head, big eyes and a cape that looked like bat wings. The ghost said, “Boo!” Gabrielle and Sally screamed and they ran out of the house. Gabrielle hopped on Sally and they flew to another land. When they got to the new land it was already morning. Gabrielle said, “Look, I see a castle!” 9
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Jane Whipple and the Owlhawk By Jack Thrombly of Winooski, Vermont have imaginary friends, but not Jane Whipple. She had an imaginary Airship. All day long while she was doing fractions, or vocab, or history, she could look out the window of her elementary school and see it floating gently in the air high above her house. It drifted there and never floated away, because it was anchored by a long silver chain to the invisible tower leading up from her bedroom. Jane’s ship was called the Owlhawk, and it looked a little like a real old-style galleon, with cannons and portholes and high decks; but instead of sails it had a single enormous gray wing, with feathers as long as a school bus and as wide as your forearm. It’s figurehead was carved into the face of an enormous owl with huge staring eyes, which shone like golden lamps in the darkness of the midnight sky. The first mate of the Owlhawk was an old Scottish dragon named Baurugard, who wore a funny hat and spoke with a funny accent, half Scottish and half Dragon. He had two bad habits when he spoke: The first was a tendency to wax very long and excessively poetic about the moors, where he had lived when he
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was but a lad. The second was the involuntary tendency to spray little sparks of dragon fire as he spoke. This second habit forced him to carry a water can with him everywhere he went, so that he could douse any fires he might inadvertently ignite with his inflammatory oratory, not to mention necessitating that he avoid the powder magazine at all costs. (You may already know this, but a powder magazine is not a flimsy sort of booklet with glossy pages. It’s a little room where the gunpowder and cannonballs are kept. And let me tell you, one little spark of dragon fire in there and KABOOM! No more Owlhawk!) Aside from Baurugard, the crew was composed (with three notable exceptions) of owls. This was partially because owls fly in perfect silence, and Baurugard required perfect silence to listen to the winds so that he could navigate the ship properly; and partially because they suited the overall design of the ship so well that Baurugard couldn’t resist signing them on the very moment that he learnt of an out-of-work owlish pirate crew. 10
In addition to the owls there was a pair of capybaras (large furry rodents from South America) named Sam and Ivor, who had been conscripted to man (or rather to capybara) the powder magazine. (Anyone who has ever seen an owl trying to load a cannonball into a cannon must admit that they are far more amusing than effective in such a venture!) Now, the powder magazine is rarely used outside of combat, and though armed with twelve guns and generally considered the “terror of the seven skies,” the Owlhawk was by no means a ship of war. It was a ship of high adventure, and, sadly to say, battles are more often the end of all adventures than anything else. There was little work to do in tending the magazine and the guns, so some other task had to be found for the capybaras; for as anyone knows, a ship is no place for idle hands. This is true of air ships no less than water ones. Everyone must pull their weight if the thing is to float! Fortunately the capybaras were soon found to be very learned little fellows with a tremendous knack for maintaining the ships mysterious engines. So this is where they spent much of their time. The final member of the crew was the most mysterious and powerful of them all! This was a great black panther, Morgwyrr, who kept lookout from a porthole in the lowest depths of the ship. (Naturally, unlike a traditional ship which has a crow’s-nest as its lookout on the highest mast, an airship has its lookout the deep-den, at the lowest point of the ship.) In addition
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to being the lookout he was the most terrible fighter out of all of them. Even Baurugard with his dragon’s fire and his huge saber couldn’t match the skills of Morgwyrr, who’s claws were sharp enough to slice the underbelly of the south wind and who could catch bullets with his teeth as fast as you could shoot them. The great drawback of Morgwyrr lay in the curious way he sometimes had of looking at the owls, like a giant housecat gazing out the window at some tasty looking birds. And he most certainly could not be trusted around the capybaras! (Which was a shame as they were very fond of him, and loved to scratch behind his ears, and ruffle his fur, never seeming to realize how tempted he was to snap them up and devour them in two bites apiece!) They were forever complaining about the injustice of the fact that they were never allowed to play with the “kitty.”
Thus was the crew of the Owlhawk, and all through the day they slept, except for Morgwyrr who never needed much sleep and tended to spend the day pacing the decks or peering out though his window at the world below. As you might have imagined, they were waiting for Jane, who was their Captain. At night, after she had done her chores and her homework and brushed her teeth and put on her blue pajamas, Jane would crawl into bed and lay very still on her back under the covers, listening to the sound of the TV coming up from downstairs, waiting for her parents to go to sleep. When at last she was sure they had gone to bed, she would push back her dresser to reveal the doorway to the secret stairwell of the invisible tower. Then she would climb up the thirty-two stone steps to the top of the tower, where the Owlhawk would be waiting to take her aboard. Then Baurugard would take her by the hand and say: “Where to, boss?”
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And she would say, “Antarctica” or “Australia” or “Ancient Rome” or “Arcturus.” Then Baurugard would smile with his huge crocodile teeth and sing out: “You heard the lady, boys! Off we go!!!” All the owls would hoot “Aye-aye! Aye-aye!!” and off they would sail, swift as the north wind, slicing like an owl’s wing though space and time and the great dark void which lies between the stars above, until at last they reached the place Jane had requested. Then Jane and Baurugard would disembark to take part in splendid adventures, meeting kings and queens, or penguins, or seeking long lost ruins in mountainous jungles, or battling the deadly Koala Pirates who man the golden barges which ply the tides of time. When their adventures were through and Jane was too tired to stand on her feet, Baurugard would take her up into his arms and carry her back to the ship. Then they would sail back through time and space to the invisible tower. He would carry her down the thirty-two steps and lay her in her bed, and whisper: “Sleep well my little Captain, for tomorrow there wait challenges and adventures greater than any we have yet faced.”
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A Magical Journey of Self-Discovery A Review of Sky Carver by Dean Whitlock of Thetford, Vermont Ten years ago, when he was only three, Thomas Painter’s parents left Wanting Town and never returned. Now he lives with his uncle Piper, and though his real talent is carving, he is forced to work towards becoming a painter, which was his father’s profession. When a magic wand drops from the sky one day, Thomas discovers that he has magical ability, but he doesn’t know how to control it. His quest for
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training in the magical arts leads him, ultimately, in the footsteps of his missing parents, to faraway lands and through countless adventures. On the course of his journey he meets Raven and Fireboy, both on quests of their own. Their paths join, leading them in unexpected directions until at last they reach a lonely island, shrouded in mystery, where a sinister figure dwells.... Humor, adventure and mystery abound in this fantasy novel for young adults. Look for it at your local library or bookstore and discover for yourself what becomes of young Thomas Painter and his companions.
A Fort, quite the sight. A Castle, Wow a palace, for a King. From a fort to a Palace all a big wow but one thing missing My home the perfect place for me. By A.J. Barre, Age 7 West Lebanon, NH
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♦ Infant & children’s evaluations ♦
Location TBA. For more info, please call 1-866-556-3083 or visit www.revelsnorth.org
♦ Developmental and behavioral vision assessments ♦ ♦ Pre- and post- laser surgery services ♦
The 32nd Revels North production of The Christmas Revels will feature folk tales of the Southern Appalachian Mountains. Tradition bearers Daron Douglas, Suzannah Park, Pete & Karen Sutherland, and Sharon Gouveia and cast will bring this extraordinary American region to life. Tickets will go on sale at the Hopkins Center Box office 603-646-2422 in mid-September.
♦ Eyeglasses services in the optical shop ♦ Medicare & Major Medical Accepted • Evening & Saturday Appointments Available
Performance Dates: December 14-17th at Spaulding Auditorium at the Hopkins Center. Rehearsals held Monday evenings beginning September 25, 2006
Inspiring Intellects • Impassioning Hearts • Engaging Wills Upper Valley
Waldorf School
80 Bluff Road, PO Box 709, Quechee, VT 05059
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Tip Top Pottery & Beads a paint-your-own pottery & beading studio
Parties! birthday parties Princess parties and more!
Beading Grand Opening Satember, Sept. 30
ladies’ Night out! treat yourself and your friends!
Make your own jewelry! czech glass, seed beads, swarovski crystals, charms, and more!
fun for all ages! special workshops! gift certificates wheel throwing, beading, painting & more!
available!
scouts & Clubs! special programs
walk-in’s welcome! just come in and
and rates!
paint or bead!
In the Tip Top Building • White River Jct., VT • 802-280-1700 • www.tiptoppottery.com Open: Tues 2-6, Wed 10 - 6, Thurs & Fri 10 - 9, Sat 10 - 6, Sun 12 - 5, Closed Mon
Flying Ship Media PO Box 1159 Norwich, VT 05055