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C o u n t? J )a r b ? v The Sixth Grade would like to dedicate the 1990-1991 yearbook to Connie Harvey, Mrs. Harvey started teaching at Phillips Brooks in 1972. She volunteered her services in exchange for tuition for the three youngest of her five children Mrs. Harvey grew up in St. Cloud. Minnesota and graduated from Minnesota State University. She enjoys playing the flute and keeping in shape by walking before school each morning with Mrs. Wittlinger Mrs. Harvey is a skilled reading specialist for the Lower School children. Her colleagues depend on her as a reading authority, substitute extraordinaire, playground supervisor, lunch duty monitor and advisor, She volunteers her time outside o f school as a reading tutor for illiterate adults. Her goal is to help each person, child or adult, learn to read for pleasure.

Mrs Harvey and her husband plan to build a new home in Sonora, CA this summer. Their Los Altos home is for sale Thank you, Mrs. Harvey, for your many years o f guidance. We will miss your steadfast support, your perky walk, your calm advice, your dependability and your teaching prowess We wish you luck in the "Gold Country Please return to PBS often.

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The natural and unnatural were our writing themes in second grade this year.

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poetry about snowflakes, Diamonte poems written about sunf lakes and,Cinquains on various natural topics". We wrote stories about magical witches and magic in general.

Last but not least we all reported on the natural, but seemingly unnatural, magical world of dinosaurs.

IF If I had a magic lamp I would make everybody nice to each other. If I was invisible I would steal cookies, but not very many. If I were a ghost I would be nice. If I was a magic genie I would grant wishes. If my cat was invisible I bet she would wish for all of the food she could eat!

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THE DAY I HAD MAGIC! It was Sunday. I went over to a birthday party a Kelly's. It was fun because that day I had MAGIC! I know you're thinking - oh yeah, right, but it happened. We, Kelly and the girls, went out to play. I went over to a rock and POOF it was gone! I told Kelly. She said, "Mom! Jessica's crazy." But I said, "I am not." Then I sat on the swing. THUMP, it disappeared! I went down in the dirt.

I got up. "I'm seeing things," I said.

But then I realized that it was really' Kelly's sister who was playing tricks on me all the day long. I was glad I wasn't crazy.

That night I said to myself, "I wish I had magic." But still I do have magic inside!

Jessica Goldman

IF I WAS INVISIBLE

One day I was walking and I saw some paint. I took the paint and I read what it said. It said,"Invisible Paint." So I painted some of it on my hand. When I put some of that paint on my hand, part of my hand disappeared. I started to think of all the things I could do. So I painted my whole body. So when I came home I talked to my mom and she said,"Who's talking?"

I said, "It's me mom." Then she said it again, "Who's talking?" And then I remem­ bered that I had painted myself invisible!

I said, "Mom I am over here." I told her about what happened. She said, "Go get the paint and paint yourself back." I said, "OK." And so I painted myself back.

And then I tried to sneak a cookie. It just wouldn't work. She said,"OK, you can have a cookie." I guess it's not so bad if you're not invisible.

Kristin Beaver

A MAGIC LAMP Long, long ago there was a magic lamp.

It lived in a cave with a stone over the entrance. The lamp was powerful. I know, about it. I traveled where this lamp was.

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Sun flake Hot, steamy Heating, falling, playing Light, sky, burn, summer Heating, hurting, stinging Hot , bright Sun Kendall Burian

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WITCHES!

The witch had a party. Her guests were, Blackface, Evilhead, Weird Face, Author, Pumpkin Nose, and Fingernails.

The guests had pickled spiders and mice with' clams. The witch said, "Do you. know what I have to drink?!" The guests said, "Sorry we have to go." "Wait don't go or I will turn you into frogs," said the witch. Boosh!

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The witch flew over the house, and over the swamp, and went home to cook a brew for spells. She said, "Heh, Heh!" On Halloween; night at midnight she set off for the moonWOOSH! When she got there she saw a space­ ship. She turned it into a banana. She said, "You deserved that for being here." She ate it and finally went home. "3urp," out came the banana. It turned back into a space­ ship and went back into space! .

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The witch lived in a haunted castle with the goblin, the skeleton, and the ghost. One day she packed a lunch to go frogging. When* she was ready she told the ghost and the goblin, not forgetting the skeleton^o look'" after the haunted castle. They., all said, "Sure." But when she looked in the cupboard to get her hat, the goblin, the skeleton, and the ghost all ate her lunch. When she turned around she turned all of them into frogs. " That should teach you," she said, and started to pack up again.

PLESIOSAUR

My dinosaur's name is Plesiosaur.

Plesiosaur was ten feet long. It had a long neck and small head. I think the Plesiosaur weighed one thousand pounds.

I think its color was green with blue dots.

It had flippers. Its habitat was the sea.

It might have eaten sea creatures. I think it lived one million years ago. I think Plesiosaur's habit was swimming.

My dino­ saur's enemy was Kronosaurus. Kronosaurus looked like an alligator with fins and sharp teeth.

I wish dinosaurs could be alive today.

I like my dinosaur because of its long neck.

ARCHAEOPTERYX I think my "Bird" was white, green, and, blue. It was forty centimeters, fifteen inc-hes, one-hundred-fifty milligrams. It could fly like a chicken - probably not far.

It lived in West Germany in forest-like places. It was a meat eater (carnivore). It lived in the late Jurassic Period or 130 million years ago. Every morning it would wake up and stretch its wings. Every night it would climb up the tree trunk. The Archaeopteryx's enemies were almost all other creatures. I wish my bird was still alive!

Devin Coats

THE COELUROSAUR

My dinosaur is the coelurosaur.

It was about the size of a chicken. And I think it was closely related to the Archaeop teryx, because they had similar skeletons.

It lived in Europe, in forests. It ate flesh of birds. It ran on two legs. Its head was about three inches long, and its tail was longer than its head. '■ I think he was brown and black. He was very fast! I think he would be a great track player. I think maybe some dinosaurs would be fun to have around today.

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My dinosaur is the Diplodocus. Dip­ lodocus was twenty-seven meters long. The eyes were set well back, and the nostrils were between them, on top of the head, in­ stead of at the front of the snout. Diplo­ docus got his name from the two Greek words meaning "double beam." Diplodocus lived in swampy areas and spent most of the time in. the water.

Diplodocus was a plant eater. He lived in the Jurassic period. If they could not plunge into water, there would be no other way for them to escape meat-eating Allosaurus.

I think it would be neat to have a baby Diplodocus as a pet.

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The Giant Panda Makeda Bostic One night when I was doing the dishes I looked out the kitchen window and saw a monster! It looked like a giant panda. I opened the window and yelled, "hi"! It turned around and yelled back,"hi"! He appeared every Wednesday night after that. He loved to eat in our garden. He was an herbivore. We became the best of friends.

The Purple-eyed Monster Douglas Carter Once a purple-eyed monster was seen. He was green, red, blue, black, and white with purple eyes. He had big feet and a big head. He was enormous. Every­ one who saw him fainted because he had lots of teeth and spikes on his hair. After a day, the monster died from the air, since he couldn't breathe air.

He was never seen again.

Four-eyed Purple Head Julie Cottle The name of my monster is Four-eyed Purple Monster. He is purple and black. He has two feet and ten toes on each foot. He has four hands with ten fingers on each hand. He eats things that have metal in them and he eats flowers. My monster comes from the very hot­ test place on Earth and from Mars.

Once upon a time there was a Cyclops. He was tame, but people thought he was not, except for Owcwofs the Wizzard. The King and Queen of England ownd-d the Cyclops. One day the King's daughter got kidnapped by the Black Knight and was guarded by a dragon. The Cyclops traveled for the daughter and fought the dragon and won.

So the monster was a hero.

Midnight in the Woods Ryen Peck Scarey Midnight lives in the mountains above Yosemite. Usually people never see him be­ cause he is nocturnal. He only comes out late at night. He is about eight feet tall and has long brown hair. And he has sharp horns. His face is really scarey, like a warewolf. He eats deers, bears, and snakes.

When we were camping at Yosemite, we saw some­ thing running through the bushes at midnight.

We knew it was he, so we dove into our tents and were scared the rest of the night.

The White Headed Bird Eric Barry I have a white headed bird. The white headed bird is nasty. When he is in my room he "trashes" the place.

The white headed bird always shows off to the other birds outside. We don't let him out. He always eats all his food on his plate. He can say "hello". Once he stepped on the T.V. remote control and it turned on.

That really scared him. When I show my bird to my friends he shows off. He plays all the time with his noisemaker. He watches T.V. with me - I think he likes the Simpsons. Instead of waking up to an alarm clock, I wake up to my white headed bird saying "hello".

Snowbeast Colin Murfit My monster is a snowbeast. He is seven feet tall and has white hair and claws. He lives on the Matterhorn'in a snow cave. People who climb the Matterhorn get eaten by him. The reason he lives in a cave in a high-up place is that he does not want to be captured.

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Bonzo Noelle Olsen I once met a monster called Bonzo. He was big, green, and had purple eyes. He had huge ears.

They were pink and red. He told me he was from Venus. He ate tropical fish. He was very tall.

He had a baby named Bonzo Junior. He was really nice. I went on a trip with them. We went to Putt-Putt, Venus. It looked like Malibu Fun Center. It had many colors and bright lights.

We were having fun when suddenly I heard my mom calling. It was all a dream. But when I looked down, there on the floor was Bonzo Juniors's rattle. There was also a note from him. It said, "Come back next year. We'll play Putt-Putt Venus."

It was signed Bonzo and Bonzo Junior.

Paul Bunyan Hugh Robinson One morning after a very strong storm, there was a huge baby lying on the ocean. People ran to the huge baby. "That is the biggest baby I have ever seen," they all were saying. By the time the baby was three years old, he was good at math. He was ten feet tall when he was seven. For his birthday, Paul was given a double-bladed axe. By the time he was sixteen, he set out for the world. That first winter on his own, it was so cold that there were two winters. There was a lot of fog. While he was looking through the fog, Paul found a blue ox. He named it Babe. When the winter was over, he headed for the forest. When he got there he found a man with a machine. The man said that the machine could work faster than Paul. So they had a race. The man tried to beat Paul with the machine, but Paul won.

After that he was never seen again.

Magnificent Tall Paul Roy Whitfield The newest monster in the world is the great, the one and only Tall Paul. He is exactly nine feet tall. He is very friendly. He has one horn and two eyes. He is totally green and has four arms and legs. His favorite color is red and his best friend is Roy Whitfield.

Monster Attack Courtney Chandler I had been asleep for one hour when I heard a scream. So I got out of bed and looked out the window, and I saw a a monster that had one horn, one eye, and spikes. He breathed fire. He was a Fire Mouth Monster. Then I and got my water gun and filled it with water. I went down the stairs and out the door and hid behind a bush.

Then I squirted the monster with water. After that he looked at me, then he started to run toward me. So I shot him in his eye and killed him.

Monster in the Night Katharine Lo My monster is called Spike Peel. He lives in a shell at the bottom of the sea. He loves to eat children ages seven to fifteen. He can live to be one thousand, and he is yellow. His spikes are so sharp that you could die just from touch­ ing them. He comes in houses every night to look for children. When he finds them he takes them back to the sea to eat them. He likes boys best because they are sound sleepers. Spike Peel is only found in the United States. I know him and he is very bad. He almost ate me one time.

Monster in the Hills Roddy Knight My monster's name is Shalzzaelk. He lives in the hills. doesn't like children. One day while he was walking through the hills, he saw a child and said, "Where are your parents?" The child said, "They are on a trip." The monster said, "Are you lost?"

The child said he was; so the monster took the child home. When they got to the monster's house, the child said,"What are we having for dinner?" The monster said, "You." The child tried to run away but the monster put him in a big pot of boiling water. The child grabbed a soap that was next to him and threw it on the ground. The monster slipped on the soap and fell into the pot and knocked the child out.

The child ran away, and he lived happily ever after.

Stinky Monster Donna Vinegar Once there was a monster. His name was Stinky Monster. He really smelled. Stinky didn't have any friends because he smelled so much. But then he made friends by taking baths. One friend he made was Dopey. But sometimes Dopey was mean Stinky and said mean things behind his back. A those times, Stinky wanted to put Dopey in a sandwich with bread and tomatoes and eat him.

One time he did just that, but he ate bones and had to spit them out. He started to cry because he now had no friend.

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My Monster Jamie Hiatt My monster is call Harryhogajea. He is a very nice monster and very harry, too. Sometime he is very shy. If he were to step on a bug, he would gather all of his friends and have a funeral. Harryhogajeas are very nice for pets, but they are very hard to find. Harryhogajeas like to live with nice families. They eat almost any food. They are also very, very, very tall. The tallest one on earth was about twenty feet tall! The average height is about ten feet tall. If I still had one, I would like it very much.

The Little Spotted Monster Gillian Bostock The little spotted monster is as small as a dwarf.

It is soft, nice, and cuddly. It looks like a dalmation, but it's not a dog and does not have black spots. It has yellow spots. It does have hair, which is why it's cuddly and cute. It lays eggs every day (at the most ten). The mother lets the babies go when they are five years old. You can find them in the United States or England. They sleep at night and eat one hundred pounds of veg­ etables each day. In order to see them you need to go to the zoo.

Big Foot Darren Bechtel Big Foot is related to the bear family. I have never seen Big Foot and I never will. Big Foot lives in New York and one hundred people have seen him. Most people have seen Big Foot in the mountains. Some people have seen him in the jungles. A few have seen him in swamps. People say Big Foot is a vegetarian.

There might be more than one Big Foot. There could be thousands that live underground.

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1 had just moved. We now owned one thousand acres. I decided I would go horseback riding.

I got on my horse and left. I soon saw a cabin in the woods. I rode up to the house to see who lived in it. When I got there I looked through the window. I was a curious person. There was a short, round man who got up and let me in. He asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him and I said, "Yes." After we ate, I said, "What's for dessert?" He said, "Your heart!" He let me write this good-bye note. So good-bye.

The Kapa Andrew Martin The Kapa is an animal that is a mixture of a bowl with a goldfish, a mermaid, a catfish, and a monkey. It eats other animals in the sea. It is very mean and it will live only if the water on his head stays in the bowl. The Kapa cannot turn over because the water in the bowl on his head will spill and then he will die. Kapas are found in the oceans near Asia and Australia. They will only hurt you if you hurt them, or their friends. They can poison you if you get

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The Hut in the Woods Jennifer Paulus I learned something when I moved to Kansas. I went to explore on our ranch. I got on my horse and rode through the trees. Soon I came to a hut. I saw a very tall and skinny man drinking something red. Even though I was curious I did not ask questions. As if reading my thoughts he said, "Come in child. Have some V8 Juice. You will like it. It is natural." It smelled ghastly in the house. It was making me sick to be in there. The man asked me to stay away from his house, but I said that it's on my land. He glared at me, fire dancing in his eyes. "You should be smarter than messing with me," he said. He picked up a knife. I ran and ran until I got home. I told my parents. They called the police. The police never found the hut I had seen.

The Two-headed, Pop-eyed Monster Alexis Palefsky One day I was walking in the woods. Suddenly I saw something black and furry. I was frightened.

It said hi to me. I said hi back. We walked on together. All of a sudden his eyes popped out and another head popped out of his neck. I screamed. Then I realized it was all a dream.

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At sunrise we ate tortillas. Afterwe had finished we looked around in the village. Itlooked verydifferentthan before. There was nobody there, I noticed. Although Ifeltdisappointed, itwas fun looking at everything Suddenly Ibumped intosomething. Iturned around and saw a girL She looked aboutthesame age asme ItoldherIwas sorrythatIhad-bumped intoher. Iasked herwhat her name was. She said,"Clara".

Iasked herwhere she lived. She took me and Rontu-Aru to a little cottage Insidewas a ladyand aman who spoke Spanish. She toldme that the ladywas hermother, and theman was herfather. Then she asked me where my house was. So Itook herto the littlefort Ihad made. Rontu-Aru followed.

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Itold herallabout my mother when she was alive,and my father. I could tellthat she was listeningclosely.

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Qara took me and Rontu-Aru through the village and showed me around.

Afterwards we walked back toherplace.

Inside,Clara'smother was making some beans and com forus. We ate, and then Ispenttherestofthe day with her.

When Icame backto the fortwith Rontu-Aru, Ifeltgood. When we were inside, Rontu-Aru fellasleep on the floor,and Ijumped inmy bed of leaves. Ifeltdifferent,but Iknew that Iwas athome.

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When he woke up he found himselfin a dark forest. He was not content anymore. He pulled a berryoffa twistedtreeand tasted it. "Yuck P Zac yelled. "That's the worst thing Iever tasted." \

He looked up and saw a mist gathering around him. “Uh oh!"he said.

He was inthe fieldofwhiteness again. Forgettingthe lasttime,he fellasleep. / This time he found himselfin a scary castle. A weird man with a cape , came up tohim and said,"Ihafbeen vatingvoryou, Zac." Then he wrapped ) Zac inhiscape and Zac was indarkness.

Suddenly he found himselfback in hisroom and he was overjoyed, but/ he never forgot that strange man.

Aaron Goldman

FELIPETHE GREAT I,Felipe Scarampo, was on ahorse with Coronado and the restofhis men to look forthe seven dtiesofgold that Mendoza had toldus about We came to Gallup which isa city. Indians lived there.

Coronado shouted, "Attack". We rushed forward. Iwhipped out my gun and pulled the trigger. The bulletzoomed forward and ithitan Indian inthe back. He crumpled tothe ground.

Suddenly my horse reared and Itoppled over. Ifeltlike Iwas floatingin space. Ihitthe ground with a thud. Iquicklyjumped up and ducked asan Indian drove a haymaker rightabove my head! Ipunched him inthe stomach. He toppled over. He was redwithrage. He squeezed my .neckas hard as he could. Two more Indiansheld my arms and legs. Icouldn't move. There was only one thingto do. With lightningmovements I snapped my head forward. Itcracked the Indian on thehead. Iwas surprised thatitdidn'thurt my head and fortunatelyhe toppled tothe ground.

A mud-walled house was being builttwo feetaway from the Indians who were holdingme. Ipushed backwards. The Indiansfellback into some mud, and Itookmy gun and shot atthem but Imissed. One took abow and arrow and shot at me. Ifiredmy gun. Iwas veryfortunate. Ithitthearrow and the arrow broke! Itfellon the ground.

Suddenly a horse fellon thetwo Indians and they were smothered.

Coronado ordered the other Indiansto be hanged. Every man, woman, and childwas hanged which Ithought was cruel,but Idid not tellCoronado.

We went on, stilllookingforthe seven citiesof gold. We went allthe way to Kansas but we found nothing We went to Mexico to Mendoza who had sent Coronado. Iworked inamarket therefortherestofmy days.

Philip Scant m p!

Iwas runningalong the shore ofthe stream. All ofa sudden I.slipped on some mossy rocks,and Ifellhard on my leftleg Icouldn'tget up. Icriedout, but no one heard me. Itwas gettingdarkso Idecided Iwould have tostayin the same spot (and position )untilthe morning when the Indian women came tothestreamforwaterand would seeme. Idozed offintoa deep sleep with Rontu-Aru snuggled up in a ball atmy side.

Inthemorning Iwoke up tothesound ofvoices. Iopened my eyes and saw that an Indian man and woman were havering over me. They were speaking inmy tribe'slanguage so Iunderstood and toldthem Iwas a member oftheirtribeand that Ihad hurtmy legon my way to thetribe's village. The man smiled and liftedme up offthe ground.

A littfewhilelaterwe entered thevillage. Itlooked justas Iremembered it-the tinybrush huts, the Indian women making acorn meal, the men out working in the fields,the laughing children. Idid not recognize anyone, but as Ilooked atthe smilingpeople, Iknew, atlast,Rontu and Iwere home.

Robin Hindery

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iCHILDREN SAVE THEMSELVES FROM CRIMINAL^ f1 On Monday, June 12,~I9S9, XfEtie Red Riding~Hd6d, a waitress at a local McDonald's, saw smoke coming from a peculiar skyscraper in the middle of First Avenue. When she came to the building, she found two children eating a very large gingerbread cookie shaped like a person who is identified as the owner. The cookie is now in fair condition at Granny's Bakery. The waitress called police to the scene.

The two children, Hansel and Gretel, reported to"have come across the gingerbread skyscraper. They were invited in by an old woman, and inside they were abused and almost turned into gingerbread by being pushed into an oven.

Luckily they pushed the old woman in before she could push them in. The police say that after her surgery in the bakery she will have a sixty year term in jail.

Christine Martin

A NICE PERSON TO KNOW The person I am thinking of is very tall and has blue eyes.

He is very nice and is very polite and somebody vou can trust.

1 1 w ^ e reason we are friends is we have a lot in common.

We both like inventing and a lot of other things, and he is somebody that is just fun to be with.

We ?ot to went to England.

each other at school. But this year he He will be gone for about a year.

A lot of you know this person.

Kurt Tennenbaum.

If not, this person is Todd Iwamoto

GRANDMA SAVED AFTER BEING EATEN ALIVE BY HUNGRY WOLF Deep Dark Woods, Oregon Friday, May 10, 1991: Yesterday at 10:00 am.

Grandma Betty Hood was eaten alive by Mr. John Wolf.

Luckily, her grand­ daughter, Little Red Riding Hood, was a witness.

When asked what happened.

Little Red Riding Hood answered," I was going to my Granny's house to show her my experiment for the Science Fair today, and when I got to the

door and opened it, I saw my Granny being eaten.alive by that mean, old, nasty wolf! Then the woodcutter came in and rushed the wolf to the Deep Dark Woods Medical Center*- in his four wheel drive BIGFOOT. Dr. Joseph Smith performed surgery on the wolf and successfully saved my dear, old Granny."

When interviewed. Smith said,"Grandma Hood made it, but the wolf didn't."

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good. Ikept wondering about Rontu-Aru. He had come down with the worst cough Ihad heard. Iknew that Iwouldn't go any fartheruntil Rontu-Aru was better.

The next morning Igot up and went out,but Idid not take Rontu-Aru, forhe was stillasleep,and Ididnot want towake him. Iwent out tocatch some fishfrom the stream. While Iwas coming down from the hills,Isaw some smoke comingout ofmy hut Idropped allthat Ihad and ranasfastas Icould to thehut When Igot tothe hut,Isaw an oldman. He triedtotell me something but Icould not understand. Then Iinvited him inforhe was bruised. We did not speak atallthatday. Ilethim stayovernight. * The next morning Igot up. Rontu-Aru was out He looked good so I was goingtogetreadyand leaveto go to Palawhere my familyused tolive. I was about to go outsidewhen Isaw the oldman outsideworking Hisbruises were healing Iasked what he was doing but he could not understand me Then Itriedtotellhim Iwas goingtoleave but he stilldid notunderstand me So Ijustgathered my thingsand was about to leavewhen the old man said, “Iam from Pala"in sign language. Iwas surprised.

Itriedtogetused tohim but itwas hard. Itriedtoaskhim ifhe wanted tocome withme to Pala He said,"No". Iwondered why. He was a partof our tribe.

Istayed with him untilhe would change hismind. One day in sign language he said, "This is Pala".

Iwas surprised. Then Istartedfeelingthatitwas Pala

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I COM E TO M Y OLD VILLAGE

Iwas stillwalking with Rontu-Aru when itbegan to grow dark. I wanted to find shelterto sleep in. Isaw something Iran toward itwith Rontu-Aru. Itwas a cave! Iwas happy, Rontu-Aru was happy, too. He was tiredand Iwas tired,too.

Idecided togo tobed on my pileofleaves. Rontu-Aru laybesideme.

AfterIwas justfallingasleep,Iheardthesounds offootsteps. Igot scared.

Rontu-Aru started barking Isaid Karana's command and Rontu-Aru stopped barking.

Isaw an enormous figure standing infront ofthe cava The figuresaid something that Icouldn't understand. Ithinkhe was saying "Hello,"but I was stillafraid. Icould tellthatthefigurewas a man. He looked likeaman I had seen before. Istayed still,buthe was walkingtoward me. The man looked likemy father! He said something else. The voice sounded as though Ihad heard itbefore. The only word Iunderstood was “C£im".

Iwent tohim. Then Iknew itwas my father. Iwas so excitedand happy to see him. Sandoval was my father'sname. Iwent with my fatherto the old village. Itwas new forme because Ihadn'tbeen there forso long He showed me where we would live. Ihave lived happily with my fatherever since. f Connie Tran |

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Snow White Robs Train- Gets 40 Years

Yesterday, police discovered Snow White and the seven dwarfs in their woodland home with twelve suit­ cases of gold. Police think the train they robbed was the Billy Boy that had $100,000,000.00 worth of gold on it. The train vanished on the day of the crime.

Yesterday, Snow White stood trial and was found guilty. She was sent to jail for forty years with a chance

of parole in the year'2022.

When interviewed Snow White said, "The gold was ours. It came from our mine. We tried to get it back, but no one would give it to us, so we stole it. 15 The police chief said, "Impossible. The gold was at the Portland Museum in Oregon. It was going to be shipped down to the Oakland Museum for a Gold Rush exhibit. Besides, the Seven Dwarfs only mined

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Itwas thenightbefore Halloween. Joeyand hisfriendsplannedtogo to thehauntedhouse on Forty-Second Street

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The haunted house wasn'treallyforan amusement park. Itwas real. It was an empty house where on everythirtyfirstofthemonth moaning and clankingnoises came through the door when therewere thunderstorms.

Sometimes thesmellofblood driftedthrough the door. Everyiteminside thathad ahingecreaked when thewind blew. The stairscreaked,too.

Everybodywho haddaredtogo inalwaysranoutscreaming. Nobody now dared togo intothecreaky,bloody,eeriehouse.

Joeyandhisfriends,Freddyand Hoop,decidedtogointothehouse equipped withflashlights,pocketknives,and cans offood. Joeyhad three spareflashlightsand three extrapocketknives and a firstaidkitinhis knapsack. Reddy was carryinginhisknapsack,threecansofpeaches,acan opener,threeGranolabars,and sixbottlesofwater. Hoop was csarryingthree walkie-talkiesand a five-hundredyardrope. Beforetheysetoff,theymade sure they had everything Joey,Freddy,and Hoop planned togo intothehousethroughatreethat had abranchfroma window ofthehouse and anotherbranchthatstretched from Joey'sroom. On Halloween nightallthreewithbackpacks, opened the window inJoey'sroom. They handed out the walkie-talkies. Freddy went first. Once hewas on thebranch,he radioedintoJoeyand Hoop,"Do you read me?"

Joeyreplied,“Receivingyou,loud and clear." Freddy said,"Ihave reached themiddleofthetree. It'sokaytosend Hoop out."

Joey said,"Okay, Hoop, your turn" Hoop setout carefully.

When he gottothemiddle,he met Freddy. They calledJoeyand soon allthree friendswere climbing around thetrunkand were on thebranch leadingto the haunted house. (confiv\ue.d)

G By now theywere inthehouse. Joeywas holdingthefrontofthefivehundredyard rope. Hoop was holdingpartoftheropeabouttwoyards behind Freddy. Intheycrept They creptintotheupstairsbedroom. Tiptoe, Tiptoe.

“Ahh!“,Joey yelled. "Evacuate!Get out!" Joeyhad seen thiscreepy, wrinkledfacebelongingtoan ancientperson. Joey,Hoop, and Freddyran through thebedroom, leaped on thebranch, and ran around the trunk.

Inadistanceavoiceechoed. "Come back,boys. Iwilldo no harm to you. you..you_ you.. They raced intothe window ofJoey's room. Thump!

Joeyfellhead firstonto thefloor. Hoop fellon topofhim. Freddy fellon top ofboth ofthem. FirstFreddygotup and switchedon thelight Hoop gotup and saton Joey'sbed. Joeygotup last. "Oof,"he said.

What a night. They planned togo inthehouse thenext night.

The nextnight theywent in. Theymet the oldman again. Only Hoop daredtospeak.

"Hello, old man", said Hoop. "Hello,littleboy."the man croaked.

"Nice to meet you." They shook hands.

Tm Hoop. ThisisFreddyand thisisJoey." Joeyand Freddyshook hands with the old man. "My name is Mr. Marmaduke Nottingham."

"Pleased tomeet you, Mr. Nottingham,"said Freddy.

"Callme Dukee." "Okay, Dukee, how come lightsflashon every thirty firstofthemonth?" Dukee fellsilent. The boys waited. Dukee began to speak.

"My sisterdied ofaheartattackon thethirtyfirstofMay. Iflashthem to remember her."

"Oh!" cried Joey. "Butyou should fixup your house and you'lllive more comfortably. Do you have anymoney? We could helpyou fixthe house up instead ofhiringpeople."

The next month the boys and Mr. Nottingham fixedup thehouse. Mr Nottingham made aspeech and promised nottoscarethem away. The boys visited Mr. Nottingham often and laughed overthe time when they had run out of Dukee's house yelling The house was nevercalled the haunted house again.

Shiyan Koh

SCRAMBLED EGGS

On Friday, April 12, Mr. Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, fell, and cracked his scull. Many people are suspicious that the Big Bad Wolf came and blew him off, mistaking him for one of the three little pigs. Yesterday all the King's horses and the King's men tried to put Mr. Humpty-Dumpty back together again.

When interviewed, Mr. Wolf said, "I'll huff and puff if I see another reporter"!

In two days Mr. Wolf is going to court. Mrs. HumptyDumpty is very sad. She will give a reward of *1,000 to whom ever can put him back together again.

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HOW LITTLE CAT SAVED WILBUR THE GREAT "Oh, no," cried Wilbur.

"I'm going to be killed."

"No, you aren't," said Little Cat. She was walking around Wilbur's pen.

"Who is going to save me?" replied Wilbur in his whiny voice.

"I am," said Little Cat. "Now go to sleep. You will see me in the morning."

All night Little Cat worked, scratching up Wilbur's pen. Every part said "Action Pig!" ' * When Lurvy came the next morning, the only thing he noticed was that the pigpen was a mess.

The next afternoon Little Cat had kittens, so she had to spend part of the time taking care of them..

In a few weeks it was Christmas Eve. All the kittens were trained and ready to write "Action Pig" all over the Zuckermans' house and barn.

All night they worked very hard until they were done at the light of dawn.

When Mr. Zuckerman went to the barn with his ax and was about to kill Wilbur, he noticed the barn was a mess. He was going to the house to get some tools when he heard a scream.

He raced into the house and saw what Mrs. Zuckerman saw. The house was a mess, too. And they had to spend Christmas Eve cleaning up the house.

Mr. Zuckerman was going to kill Wilbur, but he decided not to because the fair was coming the next fall and Wilbur was going to win the prize.

Athena Von Oech

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I had left the mission not knowing if I was sad.

I missed the mission, but then I misssed the / snowcapped mountains. I remembered when I was a child / running through the snow. I approached many animals then but I was not afraid of them.

Ten suns had passed; I had walked twenty leagues.

I arrived at my old village. It looked deserted but it was not.

It had been taken over by white trappers.

I looked around.

I saw them all around me. There were many'men.

They had guns, spears, and knives. One man grabbed me.

He pushed me into a bear trap and it closed. They took RontuAru and put a chain on his leg which had a weighted ball on it and pushed him into a hole.

Day had turned into night. I heard Rontu-Aru howling in the darkness.

I also saw a man walk by. He was a trapper.

He dropped a knife but he did not know it. I stretched my arm far but it was out of reach.

I heard a chain break.

It was Rontu-Aru. He jumped out of the hole and walked over to me. He pushed the silver-bladed knife with his mouth over to me. I cut the rope on the trap and got out.

I saw a supply room and went in.

I took food, water, a rifle, a bear trap, and a sword, I left the village and set out for a new one.

Three suns have passed and I have killed nothing but 7 two squirrels.

I will go on tomorrow if I can.

Mike Zappert

111 CHILD ABUSE IN WOODSIDEjl* In Woodside, on April 22, 1991, a woman and her two young daughters have been sent to jail for child abuse. The girl who was abused is named Cinderella.

When questioned, they denied that they had committed any crime.

Another person involved in the case is the so-called Fairy Godmother.

She has been sent to the Royal Nut HbUse for psychiatric reasons.

When Cinderella was questioned, she said, "They made me do all the work!" pointing to her stepmother and stepsisters.

She also said, "She made me believe that she was magic!" pointing to the so-called Fairy Godmother.

When Prince Chad S. Charming was questioned (the man Cinderella is to marry), he said, "Well, like, I, like, never really, like, met the

total Fairy Godmother, but, like, if she's, like, magic, why doesn't she, like, make herself, like, the president or something like that, 'ya know."

The three abusers were taken away to jail, and the so-called Fairy Godmother was taken to the Royal Nut House, while Prince Chad S. Charming and Cinderella planned their wedding.

Kelly Rigg

As Iwas walking through the dark,haunted town at about midnight, I feltthe thickand rough airrun againstmy body. Ilooked up and saw the lightof the fuD moon shiningthrough the mistyfog. Ilooked bade- lsaw nothing but heard this: ‘Howoooo! Howoooor Iran asfastas Icould. Then Ilooked back Iwas stfllrunningas Idid this. Justthen something came up thehiDwith blackbeady eyes! Iwas running so fast Itripped overmy own feet! Ifellflaton my back and knocked the wind out ofmyself. Iknew Ihad to get up but Ijustcouldn't!

The beady-eyed creaturecame closerand closer. Iscreamed forhelp.

Then Iwished Ihadn't. Every door inthe haunted town opened! And out came people who were pale with cutsand scarsallovertheirbodies. Ijust couldn't stand itanymore, so Igot up with allmy strength. The people started wallking toward me as Iran. They walked theirfastestbut couldn't seem to run. Islidrun.

The people were waiting forme up ahead. They were justwaiting, with gnm smiles on theirfaces. & All of a sudden Ihad a great ideal Iwould__.jump over them. Well it was worth a try. ’Ahhhhh!" Iscreamed as Icrashed intothe tree' There I was,nght infrontofthe ugly,palepeople Idecided toclimb up the tree As soon as Igot tothetop,they cutitdown.

Inthedistance Isaw a beautifultoystore! Iran overthereas soon as I gotdown Then thebeady eyes disappeared. The palepeople disappeared.

Then Iwalked insidethe toystoreand Isaw a tinyJack-In-The-Box Itstarted growing and growing untilitwas the size ofme! Itopened it'smouth and then Iwoke up! Ever since that nightmare Iwillnever go out at night when its a full m©on again 5 "Howoooo Howoooo!"

Stephanie Trailer

"ZIA" - CHAPTER 30 Rontu-Aru and I ran up the bank of the stream towards my home. The higher we climbed in the mountains the cooler it became. The stream led Rontu-Aru and me up, up, up the mountainside. We finally reached the valley that held my village. . & "Rontu-Aru!" 1 shouted, filled with joy.

"We have p r e a c h e d our destination!" k> "Arruf," Rontu-Aru replied. , .

SQ We ran down into the valley as fast as cheetahs trying to catch their prey.

"We are almost home," I said with tears of happiness in my eyes.

We followed the trail that led to my home.'

With every step I took, I went faster, and faster, and ( faster.

O "One more bend," I told Rontu-Aru with growing O excitement in my voice. \Q "Here it__ " and then I stood stock still, then finished my sentence, "...is," I said, disappointed My village was gone. It lay in ruins before me. I had ^traveled all this way for nothing, a deserted old village, r:That's all it was now.

"Oh, Rontu-Aru!" I cried.

"Oh, Rontu-Aru." p "Arrr?" he asked me. He simply did not understand.

P "Well, Rontu-Aru, Mando's gone, Karana's gone, Stone toHands and his band are gone,, the mission is too far away to Soreturn to, and my village has been destroyed arid now is £ deserted. What shall we do?" ,0 That night I spent in one of the huts in my village.

O The next day, I took Rontu-Aru with me, down the °mountainside, to the ocean where I found a small boat turned over. It was damaged a bit but in a day I fixed it up.

I named the boat the Ocean Current. It was just big enough for Rontu-Aru and me.

I climbed in the small boat with Rontu-Aru. Then I rowed in the ocean with the paddles I had made yesterday.

Finally, after two days at sea, I sighted the island I was looking for. After another day, I landed on the island.

Rontu-Aru leapt from the boat to the land. He barked at me and wagged his tail.

"I'm coming, Rontu-Aru," I called from the boat.

I got out of it and dragged it farther inland.

"Yes, Rontu-Aru," I said, "the Island of the Blue

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S.F. Examiner April 17, 1906 Yesterday, at5:04 PM, Mrs. Barbara Goldilocksvandalized the Bear family'shouse. The Bear family has had the house, which isin Menlo Park, surrounded. The proof was on the doorknob, but Goldilocks isstillatlarge.

Police officialsbelieve that Mrs. Goldilocks willstrikeagain inthe neighborhood. They said that a man named Rip Van Winkle witnessed the vandalism. Mr. Van Winkle said, “Iwas out mowing my lawn, forthe first timeinone hundred years,when Isaw somebody breakintothe Bears1 house. Iquicklytook a picture". Many people thinkthisisenough evidence, with the fingerprints,to give Goldilocks the death sentence, ifthey ever catch her.

Ahsan Malik

THE JOURNAL OF PRISCILLA NATRO December 15, 1541 Now I have to admit I am a girl stowaway on an expedition with Coronado. My real name is Priscilla Natro, but my disguise name is Diego Lupo. My job is to clean the horses. I hate it! I'm just dying for a piece of fruit or some broccoli. I wish I hadn't decided to be a stowaway. It's horrible here!

It's uncomfortable and I'm getting sick! I came to see what it would be like to explore, but now I wish I had never come on this awful trip.

There is a man on board. His name is Pablo Lopaz. He knows I'm a lady. I think he likes me. He's so handsome.

Hell, enough about him; let's get back to me. Well, maybe we can talk about him a little longer. He has blond hair and blue eyes and ... sorry, I fainted just thinking of him.

I'm back. Well, time to eat lunch.

December 16, 1541 Coronado, our leader, is so mean!

He says we have to get all ready because in a couple of days we will be at the (Cibola) Seven Cities of Gold!

I'm so excited! Oh, no, Pablo's calling me. I have to go clean the horses.

December 17, 1541 I'm so disappointed! We got to the Seven Cities of Gold, but there were no such things. All there was was an Indian village. We are going tojrest here for now. We met this Indian and he says there were; cities beyond. We are going to look for them tomorrow. Well, goodnight for now.

December 18, 1541 Today we went to look for the other cities. They were just Indian villages, too. Coronado was so mad he decided we should go back to Mexico.

December 19, 1541 As we were going home, we discovered a canyon and we named it The Grand Canyon! Wow! I never knew it would be so exciting!

December 20, 1541 all know I'm a lady. getting married.

We are back on shore and now they I'm so excited because Pablo and I are

December 21, 1547 Now I regret I ever got married.

I've been married six years and I have eight children and my house is a shambles! I stay home and clean and take care of the children while he works as a carpenter! Help me!

Cathy Massaro

ROTTEN EGGS! New York.

On Friday. September 13. at 10:07 a.m.. Humpty Dumpty committed suicide. He jumped off the Empire State Building.

Mrs. Dumpty, earlier interviewed, said, "He was going through hard times. He had been fired a week ago for cracking up on duty."

Says Mother Goose, "It's a disgrace. When I knew him he was a very nice young man. Just think about all the poor little children." (Sob, sob) The night of the Incident, at 5:32 p.m., a Japanese tourist named Dazamai Sato turned in a photo of the Empire State building that has what looks like Humpty Dumpty beside it in the air. Tomorrow Mr. Sato will be further interviewed as a witness to this disaster.

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WOLF'S MOTORCYCLE GANG KIDNAPS GRANNY

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Late last night Granny was kidnapped from her skyscraper in Manhattan, supposedly by the Wolf Clan.

They apparently kidnapped Granny for ranson. The Wolf Clan, a vicious motorcycle gang, usually commits crimes like this.

Early this morning police found a note saying, "Send one million dollars to one-fiftythree Galvez St., Mexico City, by U.P.S. overnight delivery, or Ridinghood will never see Granny again."

Little Red Ridinghood, Granny's granddaughter who lives in L.A., was planning to visit Granny.

When she heard of this incident, she got so frightened she lost all her hair.

One witness said that she saw the wolf drive away in a Harley Davidson with an old hag sitting behind him.

Earlier this morning the wolf was seen in a helicopter over the Mexico border heading for Mexico City. Mexican officials say they'll be on the lookout.

Jack Watts

GRANDMOTHER, GRANDDAUGHTER GONE

Deep Dark Woods: A local woodcutter has discovered that Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother have disappeared from Granny's house. Mr. Wolf is the prime suspect in the possible kidnapping.

Woodcutter Bob said to police he heard screams when he was chopping wood in the forest, and he went to investigate.

When he got to Granny's house no one was home, but everything was in ruins.

That was when he reported it to police.

He knew Little Red Riding Hood had been

there because he had stopped by earlier and noticed she was visiting.

When the police got to Granny's house, they saw Mr. Wolf leaving the scene of the crime.

They arrested him.

The police questioned Mr. Wolf, but all they got out of him was "BURP! Needed salt."

Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother are still missing, and police are eager to wrap this case up, so if you know anything about this case, please call 322-2227.

Zachary Selmon

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Lindsay Austin

Kenneth Bryant

Shelley Clark

Jason Qarlock

Alison Greenberg

Andrew Hoover

Kimberly Morris

Tory Patterson

Tail Waterman

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R o b e r t s

Andrew Wollenberg

J e n n i f e r

D i n s m o r e

Emily Dirks

Jason Friedrichs

Alice Hunt

Katie Meehan

Guinn Moran

Clayton Stearns

Lanfi Szeio

Zachary Trailer

Jonathan Wong

P atrick W ylie

Keri Yen

T H E D A Y I B E C A M E T H E P R E S ID E N T S T IE

When I think about my life, the first thing that comes to mind is the first day George Bush ever wore me. I was a crispy, crackling, smashing, new tie. I was carefully taken off of the brass tie rack and carried into another small room where I was handed to someone else and wrapped around and under a shirt collar. Then I was wrapped around and through myself and pulled on a little. Ouch! I had tremendous trouble repressing a super duper, ear-piercing yell. I must have fallen asleep after all of that twisting and pulling because I just opened my eyes and, wow! Tons of my relatives were sitting around me. I looked around for my cousin. W e were best friends. Aha! There he was, tied around a man’s neck. H e was sitting right next to me. W e started talking and I decided that all o f that twisting earlier had been worth it. I was having a great day.

Then it happened. A bowl of bubbling brown soup was placed in front o f the man I was tied on.

Then I remembered how my uncle had told me that when your owner was going to eat, you got tucked into his shirt. I guess the guy I was tied on didn’t know he was supposed to tuck me in because he didn’t. H e just leaned out a little to reach for the salt, and it happened. I fell face first into the scorching soup. Ohhh! I looked down at myself and remembered what a beautiful tie I used to be, all dark green with little white dots sprinkled here and there. Now I was a scorched little tie. My first day on the job. W hat a disaster. Poor me.

Well, I know it doesn’t seem like a pleasant life, but right now I have it off pretty well. After all, who can complain about living for one day and then being turned into a rag that is used for dusting the window sills. W hat a life, what a life...

Lindsay Austin

T H E D A R E IS H O U L D N T H A V E M AD E I opened the window. A gust of wind went past my face. My little brother Jeffrey and I, Lynn, were looking out of the window. It was Halloween and everything was just right. Owls were hooting, crickets were going "kertweet," and the dogs next door were howling like werewolves.

"Perfect Halloween, isn’t it, Sis?" Jeff said. F o r once, he was right.

M om was just putting the finishing touches on our costumes, and we had just finished dinner.

I was really looking forward to trick-or-treating because I had dared my best friend, Jill, to go into the Haunted House. The Haunted House was a horrible, terrifying, gruesome place. One o f the rumors about the house was that Lady Picklenose was placed in a jar with pickles in i t "Lynn, Jeff, your costumes are ready!" That was Mom! I was being a grape. I had bought a purple leotard and a dozen purple balloons. Jeff was being a stupid pirate. We picked up our pillow sacks and headed out. I secretly put toilet paper, rotten eggs, and...OOPS! I put whipped cream, instead of shaving cream!

"Hi, Lynn, I’m ready," said Jill. I was ready too. We went trick-or-treating for five blocks till we reached the Haunted House. Now Jill started shivering. I couldn’t blame her because it was a fearful looking house. "BO O !""AAH H !" I was ready to kill my brother. He almost gave me a heart attack!

W e were now very near the Haunted House. We heard an owl hoot. Jill was so scared at the sound that she grabbed my hand and almost crushed my fingers. W e approached the door and knocked.

"Come in!"

W e carefully opened the door. There were spider webs everywhere and there was an inch of dust on everything.

W e saw a big fireplace. W e also saw a sofa. The sofa turned around and it was Old Man Picklenose. "W elcome, you will be very comfortable here. I will give you a lot of candy when you go, if you do! H AH A !"

Jill screamed. W e ran to the door, but it was locked, so we ran upstairs. On the stairs a skeleton dropped from somewhere. W e kept on running then.

"Bloody fingers, bloody fingers. Give me a knife, for my bloody fingers!" It was a ghost with bloody fingers! "A AHH ." All of a sudden, Jill just mysteriously disappeared!

"Bloody Fingers!" cried the ghost. Then I saw a knife in my face!

Lanli Szeto

The man in the moon Watches the world spinning with A silvery glow Pat Wylie

THE TNC COMP SKI This was the first day I was a K 2 TN C Comp ski. I was hanging under Tory’s ski boot on the way up to the top of the mountain with my twin.

W hen we arrived at the top, he took me off and bent me back and forth. Then he snapped me on and it felt good.

Now that I was all stretched out we were off. The snow rushing by me felt wierd and good at the sam e time.

Tory liked tree skiing so we zoomed off the trail through the trees. The deep powder felt good, like ice water to a hot sunburn.

Left, right, dodging this tree and that tree; then Ahhhh!!! I was flung through the air off about a seven foot cliff. Being suspended in air felt fun and scary. Then I landed on a ski instructor who took our lift ticket away. Our escapade had come to a sad end.

Tory was so mad he took my twin off and broke him in half. O oo, that must have hurt. Then he picked me up and broke me in half, Ahhh! A scorching throbbing pain filled my body. Then, as I was dying I heard loud music, and a bunch of crazy ski bums all threw their skis in the blazing bonfire. I was one o f them.

Tory Patterson

!• T H E D A Y I B E C A M E A H O C K E Y STICK I was waiting in the tight hands of Wayne Gretzky who sat on the sidelines ready to play his most important hockey game. Then he was called out by the announcer. My wood began to sweat sap from my nervousness because this was my first time to be used in a real ice-hockey g a r n ^ ^ ^ ^ Gretzky and I hit the puck. I was swung down and swung up as fast as I could blink. As I^pened my eyes, I saw the puck going the way we had hit it. I felt myself being dragged along tlje ice. 'Hie ice tickled my feet because it was so cold and rough. Then I was swung down again. I heard g ngise, and a man on the loudspeaker said, "Goal," and the crowd cheered.

I was thrown in the air by Gretzky because someone had pushed him. I was now soaring through the air. As I came down, I hit the wall and snapped into two pieces. My feet flew over the wall and into the hands o f a small kid. My head dropped back onto the ice as I was picked up by Gretzky.

After the game the little boy came over with my feet and said, "Mr. Gretzky, here is your hockey stick."

Gretzky said, "Here is the other half. Take good care of it. W hat is your name? I’ll sign it for you."

And the next thing I knew, I was taped back together and placed in a glass case. I was so happy in my new home because it was warm instead of cold like an ice-skating rink.

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This weekend we were going to play in the Championship baseball game and against our rivals the Cincinnati Red Sox. Chris Bogs was the star player batting .999. H e batted first and he always bashed homers in his first h it He didn’t slam them into the upper deck, or in the seats at all. Usually he barely made it over. If I could have raised the fence a little, he would get a single.

Since he was so used to homers, he would run to second, and if it was close, he’d be forced to slide.

H e’s weak at sliding. W e could easily get him out, but if that happened every time he would check the fence. I could stick blades out of the ground and then he’d rip up his leg and get dust, dirt, and gravel in it. It would get infected and he’d never ever play again.

On Friday I set up all the traps. Tomorrow was the game.

The morning o f the game I was supposed to bat first. I figured I could push down the blades when I ran in from the outfield after they batted. Running in from batting practices I looked at our dugout sign. It said "Visitors". W e were supposed to bat first. I sat on the bench until I heard "Batter-up." I walked to the plate with the bat dragging. I thought that if I struck out it would be OK. The first two pitches were outside. I swung at them anyway. Number three was an outside screwball. It looked outside but then curved in. I swung at it, thinking it was outside, but I hit it. I ran to first. The first base coach waved me by. I hesitated. I knew I would have to slide. I kept running. Reflexes said "Slide" and I did.

After the game, Coach came to the hospital. He told me we had lost 9-0. Chris had batted nine times. My leg was slashed and infected. I knew I would never play baseball again.

The moral is - Never slide head first.

Tait Waterman

BLUE Blue is rain on a misty night, It’s the sky of a warm summer day, It’s a teardrop running down your fao Blue is sorrow, Blue is the ocean’s waves, It’s U.C.LA.’s color, It’s a blueberry that’s very ripe.

Blue is a little girl’s bow Blue is the hottest flame in a fire, Blue is blood running through your veins Blue is a child’s bonnet.

Blue is a black eye that you just got, A bruise that is almost gone Blue is a bird Soaring over the treetops.

It’s blue jeans that you just bought, Blue is a sailor going off to fight, Blue is a violet Blue is an architect’s plans.

Kimmy Morris

SUNSET Cool breeze whips around Blazes fill evening skies Slowly darkness falls Lindsay Austin

THE BASKETBALL RIM It was the biggest day of my life. I was going to be a basketball rim for the N BA finals.

The two teams that were playing were the Bulls and the Hawks.

The janitor strode up to me with a ladder and some Windex and gave m e a bath. Then he took my shoes off and put on a new pair.

Finally it was time for the game! The Bulls tipped the ball. Jordan slammed my friend across the court! That looked like it could hurt! Then Dominique slammed me! W oo, that really hurt.

A t half time the teams switched directions. With fifty seconds left the score was 100-102. The Hawks fouled Jordan with two seconds left. H e made the first one, but he missed the second.

With two seconds left, Jordan slammed me!

I broke into a billion pieces!

The Bulls won 103-102.

Ken Bryant

M Y L IF E AS A PACK O F TO BACCO It was about three weeks ago when this whole incident started. I was just sitting there on the shelf of the 7-11 when a man cam e in and said he wanted to purchase some tobacco. That was I. He grabbed me off the shelf and then bought me.

H e threw me in a bag and carried me swiftly out of the store. He left me in the car. I felt scared.

H e ran back to the car with some clothes that said "SOX" on them. When he jumped in the car, he muttered "I’m late."

After the car ride, we came upon a ballpark. It was huge. He grabbed me out of the bag and threw me in his pocket. I could not see anything.

Ten minutes passed slowly in his pocket. Then he guided me out and plunged me in the back pocket of his baseball pants. We scurried out to the middle of the field while the announcer was announcing him. His name was Frank Thomas. Everyone was clapping. H e pulled me out of his pocket and removed my cozy wrapping. It felt strange; actually it kind of hurt. He grabbed some of my body and stuffed it in his mouth. That felt very wet and his teeth hurt as he bit me.

Now about an hour has passed and I am still in Frank Thomas’ mouth. I don’t know what will become of the rest of me.

Jason Garlock

M Y C A R E E R IS O V E R

I was watching baseball one day when Ricky Henderson hit a home run, but when the umpire looked at his bat, he found out it was corked. I asked my broher what the cork did to the bat, and he said that when the ball hit the bat, the cork would thrust the ball forward faster because the cork would expand.

Thinking of that gave me an idea. W e were playing the Little League Championship game in a couple o f weeks, and we knew we were going to lose. So I said to muself "Why not?" I corked my bat and took it to practice. The first ball I hit was bashed out of the stadium along with seven others.

Finally one more day remained until the game. During practice I corked all the bats when the coach wasn’t looking. The day had come. I was the leadoff hitter and bamn, it was gone. So was the next person’s and the next. It went like that until the ninth inning. There were two outs and I was up and bamn, it was gone.

The umpire wanted to check our bats since we were hitting so many balls there. I was caught. I could never play in that league again.

I tried out for another league, and I made it. We were a good team, but there was one kid I was keeping my eye on. H e was always saying how one of these days he was going to cork a bat o r put jalapena sauce on the ball.

W e made it to our league world series. Everyone was hitting, even our pitching was flying by.

After the game was over the umpires wanted to check our bats and balls. They blamed me; even the kid I suspected was blaming me. This time I wasn’t let off so easily. I could never play in this particular state again.

Quinn Moran

LAVENDER Lavender is light, a lily’s delight.

Lavender is a cool, crisp sight.

Lavender is a rocker’s wig.

Lavender lingers over so many things.

When the sun sets, the brilliant sky Has lavender loops of lush lullabies.

Lavender is silent, gentle, kind, Lavender is hot, hot lava flowing wide, avender has many soft stages.

Lavender has so many ways to say I love you, Have a good day.

Lavender is the light coral colors That clamp to the bottom Of a coral reef.

And when I go to bed at nighf Lavender stars stay in the sky Lavender lunges out of sight.

Lavender is not yucky or gross.

Lavender greets you when you come home.

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s CPS° S The rain is pounding Dark clouds gather overhead A rainbow peeks through Ken Bryant

THE D A Y I BECAME SAMANTHA NELSON’S BOOK Last week I was shipped to this store called Kepler’s Books with nineteen other books. I was put on a shelf with ten others that seemed to be called Tracker. I supposed that that was what I was called, too.

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O ne day when Kepler’s was extremely busy, a reckless boy walked in. His mother called him Frank.

H e picked me up. His hand felt cold and chilled my spine. I noticed it was partly green because he had been playing with playdough. Frank then brought me up to the counter and said, "I’d like to buy this, please."

The salesperson rang me up. Then he put me through this hard gadget. It beeped when I slid through. Frank started home.

When he arrived home he handed me to Samantha, his sister. H er hands were warm and smooth.

She had some sort of pink substance on her nails. She took me to her room immediately and started reading. When she flipped my pages, it hurt my spine immensely. I’ve been for the last two years on a shelf in Samantha’s room. I’ve heard that bookworms come after the first few years. A aahhh!!!

Kimmy Morris

PHANTOM FLO O D Last week I went to visit my friends in San Luis Rey. When I cam e in, I greeted them and then I said to them,

"You won’t believe how I got here..."

"It was the night before I was to drive down and visit you," I said. "I was curled up in my favorite “ chair reading a book, when all of a sudden I heard a swishing at my door. When I opened it about 10 gallons of water poured past me and into my house.

I leaped onto my breakfast table. It floated! As the water rose so did the table. I rose so far I floated out o f one o f the attic windows and saw that the whole countryside was covered with water.

Then I heard a toot. When I turned around I saw a giant cruise ship coming toward me. The people on board saw me and let me go on board as far as San Luis Rey where the flood had stopped.”

Alice Hunt

H OW PLANS DO B A C K FIR E It was Saturday, April first, 7:30 A.M. Nasty ideas filled my head against my brother Josh. I felt vindictive because he frequently called me names like "Fats" and hit me. The most annoying thing he did to me was put his hand in my face for no reason. I started to think o f all these devilish ideas like putting ice water, or ants, in his bed. Finally I decided to put ice water mixed with salt and ants in it.

I retrieved a ten gallon bucket and a shovel from the garage, and salt and water from the kitchen.

My mom had awakened so I had to tell her that I was doing a science experiment.

I moved to a dirt-filled, moist, planter box and started to dig with the shovel. Soon I had the soil squirming with ants. I placed my hands on the soil and the ants started to climb up my hands. I put my hands in the water to wash them off. I grabbed a handful of ice, and wow, was the water cold! As I thought about my plan, I started to laugh so hard you could have called me a hyena. I quit laughing and began to feel very sorry for him, but I said to myself, "No way."

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£ I continued my actions. Then I picked up a long stick off the ground and began to stir the ants, the salt, and the water. I returned to the house and climbed up the sometimes squeaky stairs with the £ mixture, ending up on the top floor. Fortunately the stairs didn’t squeak. Was I ever happy! I crept £ on quietly as I could, like an ant. I was halfway into his room when he peeked at me. I didn’t know this, and I am very sorry I wasn’t paying attention to him. Y ou see, he had had his alarm wake him up 3k while I was outside. H e had his window open and had seen and heard everthing. All of a sudden, when I was two feet away, he yelled"Get away you fiend."

I was so scared the water landed on me. I had to take a shower and clean up the rug. I asked him how he had known, and he told me this story. So the joke was on me.

Jonathon Wong

M Y SAD D A Y T U R N ED H A PPY

It was 1991, in Menlo Park. I was waiting in a pack o f 1989 Upper Deck baseball cards. I was in a box on a shelf. The two players on top and bottom of me were Ken Griffey, Jr. and Ram on Martinez.

All o f a sudden someone picked my pack up. He or she opened my pack. I felt happy my pack was being picked. Right when he or she saw Ken Griffey, Jrs. card, he or she started to scream, "Yes, Y es!" W hen I was uncovered, I saw the person; it was a young boy. When the young boy saw me, he said sadly, "This is a common card." Then they saw Ramon Martinez and started to scream "Yes!" again! I felt so bad. H e threw me into the garbage. It really smelled. I tried to hold my nose, but it still smelled. Luckily I fell out of the overflowing garbage can. The clerk picked me up and said to himself he was going to sell me for ten dollars and I thought I was only worth three cents. I was happy I was being sold.

One day a teenager cam e into the store and said. "May I please have that card?" H e was pointing at me. I couldn’t believe i t . H e took me to his house and put me in a gigantic collection of cards. I saw Mickey Mantles and Willie Mayses. I still couldn’t believe he bought me! All o f a sudden Mickey M antle said "What are you doing here in this collection?" I told him, "Your owner bought me and put me in this with you guys."

Willie Mays said, "We will fight and if you win you can stay, but if you lose we will get to crumple you up. I said that I would fight. The night of the fight I crackled with tension. I jumped into the ring. As the bell rang I ran straight for him. I punched him, but he punched me back. I felt a quiver go through me. Then I gave him an uppercut. He spun around and fell on the ground. I had won, so I was going to stay. That was my happy day.

Mark Roberts

Suddenly I heard a "chomp, chomp, chomp." I turned just in time to see something huge and sinister.

I was not the type to get scared easily, and I did not believe in ghosts, but I was still a little startled.

As we all know the Winchester Mansion is not a small fun house to be i n , and just to think that you are the only one in the house was frightful.

I crept around the corner that the thing had gone around. There was nothing in sight. Oh, no, I was in the room, that the strange Mrs. Winchester had given her seances in.

Now I was really frightened. I could not look closely around. The room was very dark. From somewhere inthe eerie room, I heard someone o r something say "You interrupted my seance, fool!"

Just then a flash of lightning struck..In the light I saw who it was. It was the ghost o f Mrs. W inchester! She was wearing a long black gown with a long black shaw; and her hair was cut short.

H er arms were extended outwards.

She put me in one of her horrid rooms. I saw something in the corner. It charged at me! I was petrified! I tried to look at its head, but it didn’t have one! Then I saw that it was under its arm!

Just then I woke up in our old brown car. My mother said, "You missed the tour!"

"Believe me, Mom, I have not missed the tour!"

Shelley Clark

Puppy Curious playful Licking chewing jumping They’re cute to you Amazing barking shaking Sweet cute Dog

GOLD Gold is the color of autumn leaves A pendant, a ring, a music box key, The tint of the sky When the sun is rising.

Gold is the color of the harvest hay The brightest marigold in May. Gold is the color of a long lost friend, It is the color of a friendship mend.

Gold is the color of a beautiful locket The security of having coin in your pocket iold is the last bite of ice cream, ^ The special sparkle of an evening streai taold is the color of the sun dimming Gold is the feeling The triumph of winning.

Emily Dirks

A M U D D Y NIGHT

"Oh, my gad!" That was my sister’s reaction when my friend Lanli and I woke her up. Kelly Elizabeth was my one and only, horrifying sister. During the last night o f March, Lanli and I had gone out in the heavy rain and filled buckets and buckets of gooey mud. Then we had brought the buckets upstairs and sloshed it all over her new beautifully decorated room. My mom, who was away, didn’t really care what happened to the rug. She had originally bought a white rug, not exactly the best mix with a G erm an Shepherd puppy, so she was planning to purchase a new, blue rug shortly,. W e put mud everwhere except of course, on the new wood bed with the heart on it.

Next, when we discovered that we still had some extra mud, we threw handfuls o f it on the com forter and smeared it, ever so softly, on her face. Giant mudballs hung from her earlobes and nose. The mud was dripping onto her sheets from the ends of her hair. Thank goodness she didn’t wake up, because I knew we would have been in big trouble if she had.

"Well, its supposed to be good for your complexion," I giggled when she woke up. Then Lanli and I

L IF E S T Y L E S O F T H E SM A LL AND R O U N D ED

I was tired of being a rejected golf ball. Today I knew, would be the big day - the day when I would be used. I could feel it in my bones (though I did not have any.) "Clip clap" went the ground!

Somebody was coming.

The next thing I knew I was in the hands of an anxious female. She opened the door and out we traveled. She put me down for a minute as a loud speaker roared over the course, "Miss Christy Trulent will now tee off." She raised me up and walked over to the first hole. Then she plopped me down on top of a yellow tee. I could feel her sweat pouring down on me now. She swung her club head back and "SM ACK!" The next thing I knew I was flying through the air. The breeze was blowing against me as the spectators watched me soar. I hit against a tree trunk with a "TH U D !" and bounced right off of it. I landed onto the green. Suddenly I rolled into the hole. Boy, that felt good! Christy cam e over and grabbed me. She was squealing with excitement. Then a little boy cam e over out of the crowd and chucked me as hard as he could into the water hole. I landed with a "SW ISH!" Down, down, down I sank until I suddenly banged on top of a fish’s head. I was helpless as the fish woke up from his deep sleep I had disturbed (unfortunately!) He came over to where I was propped up against some kelp. "G U LP!" I was a goner!

Jenny Dinsmore

T H E SPO O K Y D AYS The telephone rang... I picked it up and it was my friend, Jane. "Hi, Maggie," Jane sa’id. She had* called about the dare that my gawky brother, Scott, had accepted. My brother had accepted a challenge that he knew that he couldn’t do. His friend, Max, had dared him to go to the haunted ruined0 " ^

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In[front of the haunted house were skulls and dead grass. Inside the house, based on what I had heard from friends, the air smelled like garbage. When the wind blew, the doors creaked. It was dusty inside the house. A t midnight bats would go whooshing through the house on windy days.

When the day came to go into the haunted house, my brother did something pretty smart. H e dared Max to com e with him. Then my brother asked me to go with him. So I invited Jane.

The night was foggy that evening. When we entered the house, the door creaked, and I heard jangling sounds. Jane was freaked out, and she fainted. We left her there.

•ST t! ° P e" ed a c,oset door a n d .......the next thing I knew Scott and Max were gone. My head felt wierd. I pushed myself up and looked around. A ghost appeared in my face. I ran for my life. I saw a ne* rby room and entered jt- I turned around and found a skeleton and I moved fast. I found Scott and Max and told them to race for their lives. I picked up Jane and dashed. I never knew she was that heavy. W e finally reached the outside.

A week later, the haunted house was wrecked so that someone could build a house Thank goodness!!! The ghosts were gone. I just hoped they wouldn’t haunt our house.

Keri Yen

T H E DOG TH A T M A D E EG G S One day a poor family was taking a stroll in the woods when they stumbled upon a half dead dog.

The dog said, "If you take me to your home I will make you very rich!"

The family brought the dog home and took care of it. Each day it coughed up a golden egg; engraved on the egg was the name Zan. The family didn’t mind the names because they sold the egg everyday.

One afternoon the father said to this family, "Let’s kill the dog and get all the gold at once."

So the family killed the dog and all they found were guts. The family then grew poor and starved to death.

M oral: D on’t be greedy.

Tory Patterson

THE WILKENSONS OF CALIFORNIA One day B art Wilkenson was taking a nice camel ride, on his fifty foot camel, to the top o f Black Ridge. A t the very top of the ridge was the tree line. Up this steep, rocky mountain, trees grew out of only one gugolplexth o f an inch of dirt. This was an active tourist attraction.

So, here he was on the top of Black Ridge. Crack, boom, bang! There went a ten thousand foot tree down the ridge and took Bart with it. "Ahh!" yelled Bart. That was the last anyone ever saw of B art Wilkenson.

The next day, Jim Wilkenson, Bart’s father, went up to Black Ridge to see what had happened to Bart. H e had been out of town watching his sister win the Grammy Awards. Then crack, boom, bang.

The same thing happened to Jim. Now there was only one Wilkenson left, Ma Wilkenson. She was the world champion in heavy weight wrestling. Everyone thought that she and her family were cursed, so she was banished from the town. Then, she moved to the top of Black Ridge and started investigating. First she searched the nine-billion nine-hundred ninety-nine foot face. Then she tried the back side which was ten billion yards high. There she found ten-thousand foot amplifiers that were making the trees fall. And so it ended that there was no curse. They never found out who set up those sp

W H Y T H E C E M E T E R Y W O BBLES O nce there was a boy named Pat. He loved to write stories and he loved chewing gum. One day he started to eat a piece of Juicy-Fruit. When he took a bite into this piece of gum it started to expand.

It got bigger and bigger. By now it was the size of the Soviet Union. Then it exploded. The force was so great that Pat and the neighboring five square miles exploded, just like an atomic bomb had been dropped on them. Only two things lived through that explosion - a tree with a hole in it and a man named Ken. Ken decided to build a house using the wood from the tree. He borrowed an axe and started to chop at the tree. H e swung once and the tree fell over. He was very strong. H e took another chip and all this grayish gum oozed out. It tasted like Juicy-Fruit. He was smooshed by it and died because he couldn’t breathe. The townspeople couldn’t get him off the gum so they buried him with all the JuicyFruit. So when you walk in the cemetery it wobbles because of all the Juicy-Fruit under the ground.

Jonathan Wong

THE D A Y I BECAME A PAIR OF SKIS I had been dreading this day for the last week - the skiing championship of The Olympics. My skier would be working me to the bone, not only while skiing, but also by waxing and edging me. My, I would be sore. Well, I have had to go through it every four years and I should be getting used to it.

So, there I was hanging in the shed with only a half hour until I would be shoved into the car and driven off to some ski resort.

The dreaded hour came and I was quickly jammed into the car. The world looked a lot better than in that dusty, lung crippling shed.

Now I arrived at the ski resort. My owner painfully snapped me in place and I clung desperately to his boots. W e skiied onto the triple black diamond chair lift, called The Peak, but I always referred to it as "Death." I was extremely frightened and I wanted to scream to my owner, "Get me off this dang blasted thing!" I finally approached the top of the chair lift.

I was seriously thinking about talking to Mr. Binding to pop my owner off. But no, I would go through it. A t least the snow was soft.

One, two, three and we were off! Geronimo! It felt like I was going 1,000 miles per secong. Swish, swoosh my owner turned. My, it was painful. Then...then...I bashed together with myself and my owner did a flip and fell to the ground. He had lost miserably. I was humiliated; at least my horror was over. After that my owner picked me up. I looked terrible! My shine was gone, and my edges were ruined. I was thrown in the trash, left to mold and never ski again.

Jason Friedrichs

BA SK ETBA LL It was the day I dreaded the most, the championship basketball game! A t the start the ref tossed me in the air. Two people slapped me and I went flying. A wing on the Wildcats grabbed me and threw me in the air down the court. I hit the wall. Nobody had stopped me. The ref blew the whistle.

It gave me a pounding headache. Next he bounced me so hard on the ground that he knocked me out.

The sound of the airhom at half time woke me up quickly. I had time to rest for 5 minutes and then was passed to another boy.

The score was 34 to 31. The Wildcats were on top. The point guard on the Wildcats threw me in the air. I was just about to hit the backboard when the guard grabbed me and dunked me. I was knocked out again. "Timeout," called number 36. I woke; 30 seconds were left! The score was tied at 98! The airhorn blew and the teams stumbled onto the court. They were nervous and so was I. 29, 2 8 ,2 7 ; time was going. This was it! Pound, Pound, went my head as I was dribbled down the court.

5,4; I was flung in the air... I hit the backboard and fell in. The game was over! The Braves clinched the title. A fan started chanting loudly, "three-peat, three-peat." It felt good not to be pounded on the floor. I was given to the most valuable player, number 32. It was time to retire.

ME

I sat in a smelly locker room, under a shelf that said Jordan in big white letters on a red plaque. I knew I was one o f the pairs of shoes in the locker room because Michael Jordan owned me! I was called A ir Jordans.

Michael Jordan is one o f the best basketball players in the NBA. H e has had the best average for most points per game three years in a row and won the slam-dunk contest twice. There were a lot of other shelves with other names on them. Some o f theme were Pippen, Hodges, and Cartwright.

It was about 3:30 p.m. Our game started at 8:00 p.m. I heard a whistle. Then a voice said, "Practice!" All the men cam e into the locker room to get dressed. I could have sworn more than half of those guys were ninety feet tall! They were so big and tall that they could have picked up the Em pire State Building and thrown it to China.

Well, Michael slipped me on and jogged out to the court to practice. He made just about every shot he took, and about a zillion.

It was 7:30 p.m., almost game time. It wasn’t a big game just a regular easy one against the Atlanta Hawks. W e stormed out on the court at about 7:45 p.m. to warm up. I could feel Michael’s sweaty hot feet against my back. That meant he was nervous. The the ref. shouted "Game tim e!” The crowd was cheering and cheering very loudly. They had begun. There was a lot of moaning and groaning throughout the game. A couple of shots by Jordan, a couple of free throws by Jordan, a couple of three pointers by Jordan, and a lot of dunks by Jordan.

The game ended. The crowd was shouting, "Shut out! Shut out!"

I looked at the scoreboard and it said, "Bulls 111, Hawks 0." It was amazing, astonishing, astounding!!! It was the first shut-out in N BA history. That was the best day o f my career. After the game I was extremely tired, but happy to get back on my shelf.

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RED Red is a red rose, That I water with a hose, Red is blood, Red is your heart, It’s not the color of a Safeway Cart, Red is a Valentine card, To make a card, Is not very hard, Red is an apple, Red is happiness, Red is not sad, The color of your face, When you are mad, Red is a handball, The color of Study Hall.

Lanli Szeto

OCEAN It’s crashing, bashing Waves, up and down all around Soft, quiet, lonely.

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N A T A LIE IN A Q U A

Natalie Salics has been my worst enemy and rival since the kindergarten Christmas Pageant when I got to play Mary instead of her. New we are in seventh grade and the fighting goes on.

Every May we have a benefit spring fashion show. This year Natalie was entering. The minut found out, I began planning. First I thought of putting a spider in her pocket, but that wouldn’t i lasted a second. She would have screamed and thrown the spider on the ground and the thrill wt be over. I wanted something that lasted. Maybe I’d dye her dress. No, no, not the dress, her hail Now that would last!

It was May twelth, my big day. The day that all my hard work and planning would pay off. Th that my worst enemy and rival would walk out on stage in the new Hillsberg High auditorium in ] of the whole town with beautiful aqua hair. Oh, how humiliated she would feel! I had thought tl day would never come.

I cam e early to get a front row seat. I brought my camera to capture this forever. Definitely a Kodak moment.

About three minutes later the auditrium really began to fill up. The lights dimmed and the cu opened. A man came out telling a bit about the charitable cause the money would go to. Then Megan Kiells cam e out in a beautiful dress and, so followed Sarah, Jessica, and Anne. L e t’s step where was Natalie?

Then it happened. I sat up in my seat and stared really hard at her hair. I didn’t see anything, was nothing to see. Natalie had shaved her head. But there was just the tiniest tint o f blue on her scalp. She was wearing a huge broad-rimmed hat.

A murmur spread over the crowd. Natalie turned bright red. Red doesn’t even go with blue.

Natalie turned around and ran off stage. It was perfect! My plan was a shining success, if I may s; myself.

Emily Dirks

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My friends and I were compacted tightly in a small, three pound bag o f kibble. I could barely see out o f a puny hole in the bag. It looked like I was in a grocery store, although I wasn’t sure. I saw people walk past me. Then, suddenly I was loaded roughly into a cart. I noticed little particles of my body were falling off. W e started moving toward what appeared to be aisle six - pet supplies. My bag was put on a shelf. Some of my bagmates were more than half gone, and some were in little pieces.

Many other people passed by me. I was hoping somebody would pick my bag up. Finally, after hours of sitting there on the shelf, a young lady purchased me. I was so happy I began to cry. She loaded us into her station wagon and we drove off to her house.

W hen we arrived, she unloaded me out of the car and took me inside. She guzzled down a coke and then carried me outside. An abominable, ugly, and gigantic pit-bull stood in front of the lady barking with anger and growling viciously at her. Its nose was snarled up. H e was drooling long lines of saliva. I was very scared.

Suddenly the dog sprang on the lady. She dropped the bag with me inside. The dog was biting and clawing her. The next thing I knew, the dog had shredded the bag and started chomping on my buddies. Oh no! H e began chewing on me! I couldn’t stand the pain. I yelled out as loud as I could.

I was hurting so much I felt crummy.

Well, if I couldn’t explore the Earth, at least I could explore the dog.

Clayton Stearns

T H E D A Y I B EC A M E CHAPSTICK!

It all started on one rainy day, when I, Grape Lip Balm, was sitting and talking to all my lip balm friends. W e were talking about how Strawberry had been taken away by a woman who had a mammoth ring on. She never came back.

It was getting late. W e decided to call it a day. When I was just about to lie down, a big huge hand, with warts and boils all over it, reached into my section of the paper box, picked me up and paid for me. It happened so fast I couldn’t even scream! Next the hand ripped open the bag. H e removed my hat and glided me on his lips. "Ouch!" Watch out, buster. That hurts! He was putting me on his lips.

I was being abused on a man’s lips. Boy, did it hurt. My head was being run over lumps, bumps, and grooves. After that agony (as if that wasn’t enough) I was stuffed into his pocket with dirty kleenexes, a wallet, and twenty keys that kept on scratching me. He started to walk. Every time his left leg moved, I got squished, and it felt like I was going to fall out. Well, I guess he must have jumped, because I went flying out of his pocket. There I lay on the ice cold cement. My head was badly bruised by the long fall.

After five days I was picked up by a pudgy-fingered little boy.

H e took me home. H e put me in a medicine cabinet. He forgot about me and I have lived here happily ever since.

Alison Greenberg

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"That big jerk!" I thought as I stormed downstairs.

My brother and his pea-brained friend, John, had taken one of my written assignments and glued it to the bottom o f one of my desk drawers!

It wasn’t a tough asignment. I could do it again. It was just writing a short story, but ooh, it made me mad. I would have to get him back.

I sat down in the middle of the staircase and began to think.Ten minutes later I cam e up with the idea that would definitely get Geoffrey back!

"Hmm," I thought. First I needed to be able to get Geoff into the backyard. That was easy. I’d tell him Dad wanted him to com e out for a second. Next I would need lots o f eggs. Eight spoons and blocks were needed, too. Then I walked over to the jar of rubber bands. I picked sixteen up and put everything in a large brown box. Boy, that box was heavy! I staggered outside with the box in my hands. I plunked all the stuff down and set to work.

O ne by one I placed eggs inside all the catapults. Now all I had to do was get Geoffrey in the backyard.

As I Climbed the stairs I could hear Geoff and John giggling over the trick they had played on me.

Just wait until they "felt" my trick.

I knocked on his door and said"Geoff, Dad wants you in the backyard, now!"

"Tell him I’ll be right there!" he shouted back.

"OK!" I said and hurried back to the yard to wait.

When Geoff came out, he was so surprised he jumped a foot! Egg yolks covered his body!

I cracked up! Geoffrey would never think of a worse trick. At least, I don’t think he will...

Alice Hunt

BLUE Blue is the color of my cousin’s eyes, The ocean and the majestic Blue is the color of a blue b« Or a fly in the sky don’t you Blue is the color Of a cookie from last June Or how I feel — When the Giants lose Blue is the color of a robin’s The name of a fox or a pair of jeans, My ink, and the color of a cool breeze, I think!

Blue is the color Of the Blue Angels Soaring through the sky.

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One day a miracle happened; the sun started to shine! The people began to hope again.

W hat had happened to the wizard's powers? He had been defeated. All the people had come together and lit their candles. The force was so great the wizard vanished. H e could not live with light. Today we are reminded of the dark land when we see his face in the sky.

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HI-TECH MISSILES IN THE GULF WAR On August 2, 1990, Saddam Hussein took over Kuwait. The U.N. ordered an em bargo on Iraq and gave the U.S. the right to attack by January 15,1991, if Iraq did not leave. Iraq, by that date, was still in Kuwait so the U.S. launched an air and missile attack.

The first missiles used were the Tomahawk missiles. This cruise missile can be launched from a ship or a submarine. A satellite photographs a route to the enemy target. Then the Tomahawk’s mini camera is programmed with the landmark scenes. W hen fired, the missile follows the pictures to the target. This missile is being used against Iraqi nuclear and chemical plants and military sights. Each Tomahawk missile costs one million dollars to build and has a 1,500 mile range.

Unfortunately, Iraq has a Soviet Scud missile. This missile, though not very accurate, can carry any kind of warhead. It was first used in WWII by Hitler against the Allies. This thirty-seven ^ foot long missile can be launched on either a fixed launcher or a mobile launcher. It has been used against Israel and Saudi Arabia The U.S., fortunately, has an interception missile to defend against the Scud. This is the Patriot missile. This missile was first designed against Russia during the cold war. This 123 million dollar missile comes in batteries of four missiles each. The way it works is that its radar searches the sky for U.F.O.’s. If one is found, the computer locks on and fires two or three missiles at once. Sometimes the warhead explodes before it hits its target. This all happens by remote control. American Patriot missiles have been dispatched to Israel for protection against the Iraqi Scuds. These missiles have so far been pretty accurate at intercepting Scuds Debris has fallen on residential areas of Israel, but Israel has chosen to show great restraint and has not declared war on Iraq.

These missiles have made this war very complicated. They have made a big difference in keeping Israel out of the war, but they have not really given anybody a real advantage. If either side uses up all their missiles, it may be a huge enough loss to lose the war in my opinion.

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The Mighty Clash The n igh t v a s cold, stormy, and menacing. The year was 1590. I, Philip Insel III, was on my way to the mysterious and gloomy castle of Sir Lancelot,the mighty king of Spain. I knew he hated me. I also knew that he desired my death. 1 was galloping quite quickly because of the bandits that roamed this part of the country.

Finally, I arrived. A long twisted road led up to his dark castle. I watched for deadly traps. I saw one. One that would turn its victim into a bloody and gory mess. A trip wire was set which led to a tree. In the tree was a large machete. When one sprung the trap, the knife would dive into one's skull. My horse, Raincloud, skillfully jumped over it. I came upon another one. This one was even more deadly. I saw something move under the ground. It was a large pit. Inside was a giant Siberian wolf.

Rearing back, my horse leaped over the giant pit. I saw no more traps.

Reaching the castle, I tied up my horse. I opened the giant doors. Bending down to grab a dagger from my ankle, fooosh- a large ax was Hung from a high tower.

I met with the king. I drew my sword. We clashed for about seven minutes. Sir Lancelot started to tire. He slipped. Falling to the ground, I drove my sword deep into his unworthy flesh. He died almost instantly. I had defeated the almighty king, Sir Lancelot.

Philip Insel

THE HAUNTED CASTLE T h e castle was called Toledo Escorial. The young and beautiful Alexandra was conning to live with her grandfather in this creepy, deadly, scary, dark castle. It was a stormy night when lightning struck against the swinging trees.

Suddenly Old Christopher, the butler, heard the splash of the horse’s feet tapping among the puddles of water. Alexandra stepped out of the wagon with jewels everywhere. She stepped into the castle and shivered with terror and fear. The old butler guided her up the creepy steps and into a spooky room.

Alexandra opened the door to her grandfather’s room. She looked around the room and saw her grandfather crying, with his head up against the window. She said to him, "Why are you crying?"

H e said, T m going to die."

She bent her head down and walked slowly out the door with a sad face. She walked into another cold and dark room. She took a cover out of the closet and lay down with it. As she closed her eyes, a humongus spider crept up to her and stuck his teeth into her skin. She jum ped up and screamed, "Yowl" The butler ran in and asked her what was wrong.

She lifted her head up and slowly walked into the living room.

She fell asleep on the couch, a deep sleep. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked all around because she was freezing. She looked at the shutters by the kitchen. As the wind was pushing against the shutters, she tiptoed to the windows and shut them. She turned around to walk back to the couch, and suddenly she screamed again. She had seen a body hanging in the middle of the living room.

She ran up the steps and slammed the door against the wall. She was in the room where her grandfather was supposed to be. Instead, there was a creepy, slimy, ferocious green b e a s t He gobbled her up in an hour because she was so fa t Dana Vinegar

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I was having a wonderful time at Cina’s birthday party at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk.

Cina and I, my sister Jannie, and Cina’s sister Katherine had already ridden on five or six attractions before. W e decided on the Skyline last. The Skyline is a ride that takes you high above everyone else, almost like a ski lift.

W e all drank Cokes. Cina and I finished our Cokes first. We had only ice left. W e agreed to throw ice at the birds when we rode the Skyline. The birds were sitting on the beach. W e are both nice, sweet girls, but that day we were horrible.

W e stepped onto the platform with chairs that came around and you sat down on. The chair goes out on a flimsy wire which bounces up and down. It towers over people down below you.

W e threw the ice at birds. W e changed targets because the birds were too hard to hit. W e wanted a bigger target. The idea came to us - people. Then we started throwing ice at people.

Cina and I hit our targets. One of us struck a policeman and some other people. Our victims started pointing up at us. Cina and I were both terrified. One of us said, "Eat the ice," so there would be no evidence. Two policemen were running to where the lift ended.

W e both thought we were going to go to jail. We were shaking. The policeman was standing at the end of the ride when we arrived there. The policeman was fat and short. My sister and Cina’s sister were sitting a couple of chairs back. Cina’s mom and dad were behind them. The policeman yelled that we would not be allowed on the ride again. If we ever again threw ice at people, we would both go to jail. The policeman said we owed his partner an apology. Cina and I said we were sorry and shook his hand.

My sister and Cina's sister found out that day. I told my mom and dad after the party.

Katie Dillon

BAD CHARACTERS W henTwas about five and a half I had a problem. A biting problem. If I didn’t get what I desired, I would dig my vicious set of teeth into someone’s flesh, chomp down, and hold it there for as long as I could.

This happened to a boy named Tone Smithlock one day in kindergarten. I was happily digging a hole to China with my friends, hoping we would get there soon and that a waiter would walk by so I could take a glass of water from above him. All of a sudden two arms were locked __ around my neck. It was Tone, and surrounding us were the other members of the A team. Why — did he have to ruin my pleasant day? < I started wiggling, squirming, and screaming, 'Let go, let go!' but he wouldn’t, so I turned my head around and gripped my fangs in his arm. He let go faster than it would take me to say *boop.' Then, unexpectedly, he bit me back! Since I was stronger and braver, his bite mark was bleeding along with a tear rolling down his face, but the one on my arm was just a little mark.

I was proud of my faithful fangs, yet I felt a little guilty. The guilt didn’t come though until after we were told to go to Miss Stem’s office. Can you believe it!? Miss Stem’s office! The principal!

What I had done, I thought at the time, wasn't a crime or against the law. Only boys should go to the principal’s office. That was the first time I had ever been sent to Miss Stem's office.

I was shaking my whole way down. I was relieved that all she did was give me a lecture on why I shouldn’t bite people. Then I had to apologize to Tone. After my visit to Miss Stem’s office 1tried to hold back my biting habit. Gradually it went away and the guilt came.

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If I had known what we were going to do, I probably would have said no to Joani without even asking my mother because after what we did, a lot more bad things occurred involving some of her friends. At the time, however, Joani was so cool that I would’ve done anything to please her.

I was so excited! W hat were we going to do? I wondered about it all through dinner, and my father asked me why I w asn’t eating. I told him the whole story, but I left out the part about bringing fifty cents - something told me not to tell about that.

■Make sure you don’t get into any trouble,' my father had told me.

I couldn’t sleep at all that night or concentrate the next day - ideas were swarming my head, buzzing like bees. Joani, fifty cents, don't get into trouble, surprises...

W hile w e ate lunch on Sunday, something struck me. What should I wear? I needed something neat that Joani would like. I pursuaded my mother to take me to buy some new clothes.

Monday morning I couldn’t eat a thing. I was dressed in my new clothes, a black skirt with pretty flowers on it and a matching white blouse with little flowers on the collar. Finally my m other excused me from the table and I tiptoed upstairs to her room. I opened her purse and took out fifty cents. Then I closed it and ran downstairs, picked up my schoolbag, and ran out the door to the bus.

I couldn’t concentrate at school, and finally when the last bell rang I picked up my things and ran out the door with Joani. When Joani turned left out of the parking lot towards downtown, I was surprised. ’Isn’t your house that way?" I asked, pointing the other direction. *Of course it is! But w e’re going to the laundromat,' Joani said as she revealed some newspapers in her school bag. I couldn’t believe her. Joani, the sophisticated, blond haired, blue eyed, A + student who was always an angel at school, was going to put newspapers in washing machines and run them?

'D o you have the money?' she asked me.

'O f course I do!* I answered, trying to sound cool even though I was scared to death. I had never done anything that bad. Sure, I tease my brother - call him names, etc. I’d never even thought of doing something like this!

W hen we entered the laundromat, no one was there. d 'You put the money in and I’ll put in the newspaper,' Joani said as she gave me some money 0 of her own.

0 I couldn’t answer her - 1was too scared. I did my job without a word. Quietly we walked home and then said good-bye. <D That night when my mother come to say goodnight, she didn’t look too happy. 'I found some money missing from my purse, and Mrs. Johnson just called and said somebody put newspapers in ail the machines at the laundromat. I think you better go clean it up.'

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W hen w e were out of view, I showed my ammunition to Katie. She slowly started slyly smiling.

Then she grabbed a piece of ice, aimed for a fat, ugly man, and dropped it. The ice curved way to the right and landed on top of a little boy. The boy started crying.

It was my turn. I found a fat lady and let the ice go. It also curved way to the right, and I didn’t see whom it hit. I kept going on and on like that until I noticed a guy pointing right at our chair.

My entire body turned numb. In a shaky voice I said to Katie, 'Katie, there is a man down there chasing after our chair. And he looks mad!* Katie gradually turned and looked down; 'Oh, my gosh! A policeman is chasing after us, too!' she shrieked. I swear, Katie turned as pale as a ghost. 'W e’re going to die! W e ’re going to go to jail until w e’re old and gray!' Katie exclaimed crazily.

While Katie was busy worrying, I just sat there, dumb as a doornail. Katie turned into a psycho. 'E at the ice so they won’t have any evidence, and we can’t go to jail! Ho, Ho, Ho! Hee, Hee, Hee! Ha, Ha, Ha! Hurry!'

I finally snapped back into the real world. Katie’s mouth was already full of ice. I started stuffing mine, too. The ride was almost over.

W hen we stepped off, there were four people waiting for us. Two policemen and two men.

Both policemen were on the chubby side. One of the men was very tall and skinny and the other was short and fat.

The policemen came right to the point.

'Did you hit us with ice?' one asked.

'Y-y-yes,' I said nervously.

■Why did you do it?' the other questioned.

"W-w-we were bored,* I declared.

'Did you mean to hit us?* asked one.

'W-w-well, you s-s-see-um,-we were trying to hit the birds. And the ice c-c-curved inward,' I put forth.

The policeman announced, *1 don't want to see you on this ride today, or I’ll have to put you two in jail." Then both policemen walked away.

Katie and I were left with the two men.

One of the men said, 'I’d like both of you to shake my hand and say you’re sorry."

Poor Katie had been standing with her mouth open, staring. I declared I was sorry, but Katie just stood there. I finally apologized for her, and the men walked away.

I don’t know how I m ade it through the rest of the day, but I did. Now whenever I suggest being a little naughty, Katie jumps in with a refusal. She always says, "No! You remem ber what happened at the Boardwalk!' Then, I’d remember and decide not to.

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T h e G eneral leapt onto Rainsford. Rainsford fought back. H e pulled the G eneral’s head back until a cracking sound filled the room. Zaroff jumped up and kicked Rainsford to the floor. He reached for the w eapon cabinet, grabbed a sword, and gave Rainsford one, too! Both of the barbaric men gouged each other with their lightning fast swords. Rainsford struck the cold

T he G eneral was still alive and barked to Rainsford, 'I will never die, never!!!* At that moment Rainsford launched the General out the window into the courtyard where the vicious bloodthirsty hounds awaited their repast. Rainsford watched the descent of the G eneral’s body followed by an arc of red that seem ed to linger in the air. Rainsford liked seeing the G eneral’s body tom up limb by limb until there was nothing left but bones. Rainsford staggered down to the courtyard and picked up the G eneral’s bones. He felt a chill when he touched them as if they were icecold. Rainsford gathered them up and discarded them into the blood-warm s e a At last he could sleep. H e had never...

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FILLING A GAP IN T H E M OST DANGEROUS G A M E' Rainsford plunged beneath the surface. Rising, he began to swim to an overhanging cliff so he would be concealed from General Zaroffs ice-cold stare.

For ten long minutes Rainsford clung to the rock, afraid to move. Finally Zaroff stomped out his cigarette and turned to leave.

O nce Zaroff had retreated, Rainsford knew he must have a plan if he were to survive. He knew it would be too hazardous to venture through the jungle. H e decided to take his chances with the s e a For two long hours Rainsford fought the current’s tight grip. H e swam until his muscles ached and eventually reached the beach. There in front of him lay the eerie old chateau.

Rainsford was exhausted, but the thought of leaving the island gave him strength.

H e paced around the chateau until he found the location of ZarofFs bedroom. Rainsford noticed a tree that seem ed to hover over Zaroffs balcony. Very carefully he crept up and up the tree until he was above Zaroffs bedroom. Rainsford heard the rustling of leaves. H e turned around and saw Zaroff coming toward the chateau. Rainsford knew he had to act fast. He jum ped from the tree to the balcony.

H e dashed into Z aroffs room and grabbed a gun from Zaroffs night-stand. Pushing the gun into his Docket. Rainsford dove under the blood-red canopy bed. There he awaited his victim...

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FILLING A GAP IN T H E MOST DANGEROUS GAME" Touche, Rainsford!* Zaroff grabbed two swords from a cabinet and tossed one toward Rainsford. Rainsford caught the sword and gripped it with all his strength. His palms were sweating, his nerves were crackling, and his eyes were as red as blood. Zaroff whipped his sword in front of Rainsford. Rainsford leapt back, inches from the blade. Zaroff swung his sword again and this time Rainsford’s sword collided against his. The eerie clatter of the swords could be heard for miles.

Rainsford held his ground, his sword flickering like a ball of fire in the moonlight. His blade swung around like a white streak of lightning. Rainsford’s sword slashed through the flesh of Zaroff’s right hand. A blood-curdling scream escaped from Zaroff s mouth as his hand, along with sword, fell to the ground. Lying on the floor was Zaroff, blood oozing from his arm. As Rainsford stood over his victim, he recalled the hunt. He slowly raised his sword and slashed through the red veins of Zaroff s neck. His face marked with cuts and his shirt stained with blood, he turned toward the bed. 'He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided."

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FILLING A GAP IN T H E MOST DANGEROUS GAME He leaped far out to sea...

Rainsford held his breath as the warm salty water closed in around him. He sank down about twelve feet or so and then fought his way to the surface. He filled his lungs totally, then dove back down. Rainsford determinedly swam in the direction of the chateau. The salt water blinded him as he shot through the murky water. He felt his life slowly ebbing away. The fear of being seen by Zaroff forced him on. His lungs burst and he shot up through the surface.

After a few minutes of rest Rainsford swam on. His arms carelessly slapped the water. Soon the chateau towered above him. Rainsford slowly pulled himself onto the rocky shore. There he fell into a deep sleep.

When Rainsford awoke, the sun was low. He staggered to his feet. His muscles ached with pain. In agony he started up the rocky cliff on which the chateau s a t When he finally reached the top, Rainsford sat down and thought of what to do. He spotted an open window two floors up. Rainsford saw that ivy covered the wall, so he grabbed ahold of the vines and inched his way up toward the window. Reaching his goal, he pulled himself into the room. Realizing that this was ZarofTs room, he slipped behind the curtains of the enormous oak bed to wait.

Andrea Marshall FILLING A GAP IN T H E MOST DANGEROUS GAME* *On guard, Rainsford...* Zaroff tossed Rainsford a sword from the wall. *We shall fight to the death of one of us. Now fight like a man,* said Zaroff.

The swords were singing as they struck each other. Zaroff sliced Rainsford’s cheek, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Rainsford was thinking frantically about how to beat Zaroff. Then he figured out an id ea *1 can’t beat Zaroff because he is too good,* Rainsford thought.

Rainsford jumped over to the window. Zaroff charged him like a tiger, and Rainsford leaped out of the way. Zaroff went flying through the window like a stuntman. Rainsford said, "You are the one to be the repast for the dogs.* Zaroff was viciously torn apart and eaten by the hounds.

"He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.* SeanTaube

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THE FINAL SECONDS OF THE BEARS’ GAME The scene; Soldier Field. There were two minutes left in the fourth quarter. T h e Packers led the Bears, 27-21. The Bears had the ball at their one-yard line.

Jim Harbaugh yelled, 'Hike.* Then he handed it to Anderson. Anderson split to the comer, gaining yardage. Anderson leapt over a tackier and ducked a flying defensive back. H e broke a tackle from the safety. Anderson ripped through the center. A leaping, strong safety finally brought him down. They were writhing on the ground. It was a gain of 45 yards. With 25 seconds left, Harbaugh yelled 'Hike* once more. Neal Anderson ran deep. Harbaugh was pressured by the center. Then Harbaugh ducked him and threw a 65 yard spiral in the windy sky. 5,4,3,2,1, clicked the clock. Anderson jumped up and caught it and danced into the endzone. T h e crowd roared. The extra poing was kicked in and was good. T he Bears won, 2827 in the last second of the ball game.

Mike Hood

THE TW O MINUTE W ARNING T he intensity of the crowd made the game more intense than it already was. T h e ball was launched into the overwhelmingly powerful wind. Miniature Mac leaped back to receive. But the British Bulldogs’ safety, Killer Zack, was ready and waiting. Miniature M ac leaped high and the ball slapped into his hands. But an incredible silence hit the crowd because Killer Zack swept Miniature M ac off his feet and carried him into the end zone! Killer Zack did his ridiculous dance and then spiked Miniature Mac. The clock spun to zero. and the British Bulldogs w ent on to win another cheated victory.

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UNDER THE RUG

A k /U x O ne night I was sitting in the family room with my parents watching T h e C osby Show* when suddenly I noticed a lump under the rug. It was back. I had seen it before. I scream ed,'A h, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah.*

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My dad grabbed the lamp and was about to hit it when it nudged its little head out from under the rug. My mom fainted; my dad told me to stay back, but I approached it. W hen I was close enough to pick it up, I did. This little creature was green with red dots, and it had white teeth with silver spots. After I had picked it up, it made a funny noise, almost like a nightingale’s song.

I s a id ,'D o n ’t worry. It will not hurt you.' _ 0 S 0 V 6 From then on, we were never scared when we saw the lump under the rug, until the night we saw fifteen little bumps... , -------- — S -fft y b o L C - f c W * . [ Kristin Hepper |* 7 •

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UNINVITED GUEST My heart was hammering like a bumpy roller coaster ride as I walked down the steps to my through my mind. I didn't understand, but I had to hide. I flew down the remaining steps and jumped into a box in the comer. Just as I landed with a thud in the box, I heard the door creak open. I stuck my head out of the box to see who the intruder was and was surprised to see two beady black eyes staring intently at me.

All of a sudden the two eyes were at the foot of the box and a pair of hands were around my neck. I tried to scream, but the only sound I could make was a gargling noise. Then everything went black.

When I awoke, I was at the foot of the staircase. I tried to stand up, but my head felt heavy and giddy. I dragged myself to the telephone and called the police.

•Yes, 911.* •Somebody broke into my house and knocked me out,* I whispered hoarsely.

•We’ll be there as soon as we can,* the lady said.

In less than three minutes the police arrived. I repeated in detail this time what had taken place. They searched the house and backyard, but there was no trace of the intruder. After they left, I fell into bed and immediately, exhausted, went to sleep.

When I woke the next morning, I heard a noise on the stairs as I lay there. I sat stock still. I didn't have time to react Before I knew it a man with black hair and the same beady black eyes I had seen the day before was standing on the top step.

■What do you want?" I screamed in terror.

The man didn't say anything except to draw a gun from his pocket and aim it at my chest The bullet flew from the gun to my body, and the world went black again.

Some time later I fluttered my eyes open but closed them when I felt the sickening pain in my chest ■Feeling better?" a voice questioned me. I forced my eyes open and stared at a man in a doctor's coat ■Where am - • ■Let me explain,’ the man said. ■You were shot in the chest but miraculously survived. You’re in the hospital. It’s safe here.* It was my last day in the hospital when a man walked in. When I opened my eyes the next time, the man with the black eyes was staring down at me.

•Help,’ I screamed. He pulled out the same gun, and the world went black for the last time.

Audra Giising THE SURPRISE Once upon a time there was a crow who laid five large brown eggs. One day she went to look for food. When she came back she saw a sixth egg. It was small and spotted, but she sat on it anyway.

One morning the first of the large brown eggs started to hatch. Then the others did, too. The baby birds broke free and started to wander around the nest. The mother crow sat on the small, spotted egg because nothing had happened.

One day the egg finally cracked and a small brown, bird came out. It was not as strong as the others.

When the mother crow put food in the nest, all the baby crows would eat it all up before the brown bird could have some. So the mother crow had to feed him by putting it down his throat.

The crows teased the brown bird and called him Brownie. As time went on, Brownie became more colorful than the black crows.

One day Brownie and his brothers and sisters were looking for food, but instead they found a birdbath. When Brownie was drinking, he looked at himself, and, for the first time, he realized that he was different from his brothers and sisters. His family continued to tease him and tell him he was not strong enough or big enough to keep up with them.

One morning a red-breasted robin flew by the crows’ nest. Brownie noticed that it wanted him to follow it. So Brownie flew up and met the robin. Then they flew off together happily ever after.

Brandon Clapp

THE EMPEROR'S NEW CAR There once lived an emperor who was obsessed with cars. He owned a car for each day of the year. Each one was taken care of very well by its own private cleaning lady. Cleanliness was very important to the emperor. Each car shone like jewels.

One day two men came to see the emperor about a new car. They told him the car was one of a kind, an original. The emperor thought, "What a deal!!!* T h e one problem,* said the men, *is that this car is expensive because it is an original.'

'Money is no object," announced the emperor. *What does the car look like?* asked the emperor.

"Well, it’s so clean you can't even see it!* The emperor planned to have a parade of his cars the very next day. Many people came to the parade. In the front of the procession pranced the emperor in his new 'car.* One small boy yelled out, *Where is the car?* The emperor was moving his hands on the “steering wheel* and pretending to pump the gas Unfortunately, he wasn't moving. Everyone was laughing. The emperor was so embarrassed that he just pretended not to hear the people, and he drove on into the sunset with his head proudly held high. He would never admit that he had made a royal error.

Courtney Carter

THE BIG, BAD WOLF Once upon a time, in the deep, dark dump, there was a mother pig with three little baby pigs.

One day she told them to go off and seek their fortunes.

The three pigs set off to the woods. The first one made a house of bubble-gum. The second built his house out of garbage. The third, who was smart, constructed his house of comic books.

Unfortunately there was a wolf that lived around there. He was hungry, so he came to the house made of bubble-gum. The wolf bellowed, 'Little pig, lit •Not by the hairs of my chinny, chin, chin!* the pig replied.

■Well then, I guess I’ll have to, er, er, eat your house in!* And he ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, until he had scioo much gum in his mouth he decided to blow a bubble, so he huffed, and he puffed, and he, er, popped the house in!

The little pig ran to this brother's house, but the wolf followed him. The pig’s brother’s house was made of garbage, so the wolf took a bulldozer and crushed the house.

The two pigs ran to the third brother’s house which was made of comic books.

When the wolf arrived there, he stared at the house. He was a big comic book fan. He forgot about the pigs, plopped down, and read, and read, and read.

The pigs saw him, snuck out, and lived happily ever after.

Hiroshi Chai * The wolf is still reading the books!

THE UGLY DUCKLING Once upon a time at the pond near Phillips Brooks School, there lived a patient mother duck sitting on her six eggs. One day the eggs all hatched; she noticed that one egg looked different It was grey and very ugly. Although it looked different, she still loved it.

As time went by and as the mother and the six little ducklings waddled to the pond for a daily swim, she didn’t notice the five of them were all making fun of the poor little guy. They didn’t really know why they were picking on him, but they thought it was cool.

That night the five of them made a rating on how cool they thought they were. W hen they got to the ugly duckling, his rating was 56 out of 100. *Can you believe that! W hat did I do,' he thought Z Xfter three years living at the pond, the mother still didn’t notice what was happening!

■It’s not her fault! I wish someday she'll wake up and smell the coffee!* The five brats made him feel so cold he ran away. That was when Mother noticed.

Several years later, while walking along the path on the other side of the pond, the ugly duckling saw beautiful swans splashing in the crystal clear water, ft was really grubby but who could tell the difference! We're just animals! He recognized how beautiful they were, then looked into the water. H e was shocked by the sight of himself. He was a swan, too.

Suddenly Mother Duck and her bratty sons swam by him and were in shock at what they saw, especially the younger ducks. Now, they thought he was cool and asked to be his friend.

H e cleverly answered, ’After all you have done! No way! Get a life!* At that moment he swooped them all up and carried them all on his wings to Max’s Opera Cafe where they were fried, flamed, broiled, and cut up.

He flew away with delight, knowing that now they had gotten what they deserved and were literally ugly ducklings.

Tori Barber THE THREE UTTLE PIGS There once were three little pigs named Ralphi, Joe, and Peter, who lived on a hot, dry, burning desert. They got their supplies at a supermarket which they had to drive to in their 959 Porsche. There was a big bad wolf named Saddam Wolfssein who also lived in the desert but many miles away. His reputation terrified the pigs because he wanted to eat them up. The pigs decided to find shelter.

Ralphi decided to build a brick house to protect himself from Saddam Wolfssein. Joe thought about it and decided that he was going to build a bomb shelter. Peter, the smartest of them all, built a Stealth Fighter.

Saddam Wolfssein went to Ralphi’s new brick house and knocked on the door. Nobody answered, so Saddam yelled, 'Open up, open up, or I’ll blow you up!* Nobody answered, so Saddam ran back to his hideout and came back with a Mobile Scud Launcher and blew the house and Ralphi to smithereens. He ate the remains of Ralphi for a snack.

Joe saw what happened from his bomb shelter so he ran to Peter’s Stealth Fighter and told him what had happened. Quickly they built a straw house over the jet.

When Saddam came unarmed to the straw house, he laughed and laughed and laughed. He turned around with his backside to the house and yelled, "Lucky I ate those beans last night!* In a matter of seconds the straw was all gone, revealing the Stealth Fighter. Saddam stared up at the jet and screamed, "What the!* Without wasting a second he ran and ran, but he knew he was dead meat. Peter took off and came right behind Saddam. He took a joystick and pressed the bomb button. Saddam Wolfssein was blood and gore all over the dusty ground. It was a very pleasant sight to see, and the pigs lived happily ever after.

Jeffrey Beaver

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castle Estorial. Even the humid air was horrifying to your skin. Prince Cazar thought. He had been kidnapped from his kingdom two years before, and he was locked up in this gloomy dungeon. In one day he was to be hanged by the dreadful Spaniards. He slept horrendously with many nightmares.

In the morning, two guards took him by both arms to the hanging grounds. Then suddenly he fjroke free and knocked both of them out angrily and stole one of the swords from one of the men. He crept cautiously through the castle with a certain terror. That moment a swarm of warriors surrounded him from both sides. He desperately jumped for the light and swung toward one side of the deadly knights. He knocked them all down and wildly ran for his life. By this time, the ■ knights had gotten up and were chasing him with great determination.

He was crossing the bridge when a man grabbed his ankle and slammed him down on the floor. He then turned around, thrust his sword into the evil Spaniard, and ran to freedom, but he was not quite free yet. He had a long Journey to his castle. He decided he would wait for the next carriage, throw the man off the carriage, and ride it home. He waited a long time. When finally a carriage came, he jumped on it, fought the man off, and threw the man from it. He rode the carriage until midnight and went to sleep.

By morning he was very hungry, so he took one of the apples from the orchard. When he was finished, he saw the Spanish army was chasing him. He quickly got on the vehicle and rode it as hard as he could before he knew that the Spaniards had caught onto it. He quickly tied the reins to the seat and grabbed his sword and fought the enemy off. He put his sword down and grabbed the reins, but just when he sat down, two more Spaniards jumped onto the vehicle and threw his sword off. Then he took the whip from under the seat, swung it around both of their swords, and flung them off. The enemy cowardly jumped off. By then he could see his castle. He whipped his horses for the last time. He rode his carriage with a smile into his castle. The Prince was honored and was talked about all the time. At the end they crushed the Spanish army.

PERU Mi pais es Peru.

La capital es Lima.

Peru esta situado en Sud-America.

Los Andes estan en Peri/. Ellas son muy altas.

El rio Amazonas anda por Peru.

Elios hablan espai^ol.

Jeffrey Beaver 6th grade CHILE ^El nombre de mi pais es Chile.

En Chile la lengua es espanol.

Chile es muy largo. Los paises alrededor de Chile son Argentina, Bolivia y Peru.

La capital de Chile es Santiago.

Brandon Clapp 6th grade NICARAGUA

/ Nicaragua esta en la America Central.

Nicaragua es 50.190 millas cuadradas.

Elios hablan espanol.

La capital de Nicaragua es Managua.

El lago de Nicaragua e s t ^ en Nicaragua.

Necaragua esta' debajo de Honduras y al norte de Panamci. Hay muchos volcanes en Nicaragua.

La presidente de Nicaragua es Violeta Chamarro.

Phil Insel 6th grade

GUATEMALA Guatemala es muy grande.

Tekal es un templo Mayan divertido para visitar. Guatemala esta' en Centro-America.

Llueve mucho en Guatemala.

La capital de Guatemala ^ps la Cuidad de Guatemala.

La gente de Guatemala es simpatica.

Stewart Silverberg 6th grade BOLIVIA Mi pais es Bolivia.

En Bolivia habla espanol.

Bolivia tiene,dos capital^; La Paz y Sucre.

La Paz es "peace" en ingles.

Bolivia esta' en Sud America.

Jenny Alden 6th grade

SURINAM Mi pais es Surinam. La poblacion es 400*000.

El area es 163*265 kilometros cuadrados.

Reciben la independencia el 25 de Noviembre de 1975. El clima es tropical.

Surinam est^T en el nord^este du Sud America.

La lengua es Dutch.

La capital es Paramaribo.

Surinam no tiene presidente.

Los productos son madera, ladrillos, y cigaros.

Columbus visita Surinam en 1492.

Fundaron poco oro all l".

Sean Taube 6th grade BELIZE /

Mi pais es Belize.

En Belize habla ingles.

La capital es Belmopan.

Belize es generalmente jungla.

Los paises vecinos son Mexico y Guatemala.

Los productos son peSCado, coco, y bananas.

El nombre viejo de Belize es British Honduras.

Matthew Jaunich 6th grade MEXICO ✓

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Mi pais es Mexico.

Es norte-americano.

La lengua es espanol.

La capital es la Cuidad de Mexico.

El presidente es Carlos Salinas de Gortari^ Los productos de Mexico son grano, j u d i a s , y trigo. Mexico tiene muchos minerales tambien.

Los Estados Unidos,^ Guatemala, Belize, y los oceanos esta'n alr^dedor de Mexico.

Mexico tiene muchas montanas, y un rio que se llama Rio Grande.

Josh Wong 6th grade ECUADOR Ecuador es muy bonita.

La capital de Ecuador es Quito.

Quito es muy largo y grande.

Ecuador esta cerca def oc^ano Pacifico.

El deporte popular es futbol.

Mike Hood 6th grade PANAMA Mi pais es Panama" y la capital es la Cuidad de Panama"!

Panamd' es t ^ en Centro-America.

Los productos de, Panamaf' son bananas y cafd\ Los lenguas de Panama son espanol e ingles.

El Canal de Panama estci en Panama.

Katie Dillon 6th grade

m iran m s m o wsais nm , wsw ®e pp JENNIFER Al DFN w in have developed her nose-blowing to professional status and w ill star In all Kleenex commercials.

LQfil BARBFR. - craftsperson extraordinaire and founder of SOAI,'Safety of American Indians' for which she receives presidential recognition (from President Beaver JEFFREY RFAVFR - becomes the next Bo Jackson but lim its his sports to his days off from the U.S. chief executive spot I QNY BULLOCK ~ takes on the position of head a rtis t for 'Mad Magazine' featuring his w ell- loved Muscle Man. COURTNEY CARTFR - w ill rise to the position of editor In chief of 'The National Enquirer" and w ill know absolutely everything about absolutely everyone.

7 HIROSHI CHAI - w ill keep us all guessing as a U.F.O - - often seen hoverlnq over the Oakland Coliseum... s BRANDON Cl APR - w ill Invest the m illions earned as a football player for the Redskins In the successful'Brandon Food Company' KATIE DILLON- w ill earn the necessary fame as a professional softball player to secure a permanent role In Gaterade ads.

AUDRA GILSING - w ill continue to grow and her extra long legs which w ill assure her a lucrative modeling career.

KRISTIN HFPPFR - w ill take time out from her career as prima ballerina to study at U.C. Davis to become an animal doctor.

MICHAELHOOD - w ill retire early from his professional basketball career and w ill sell used cars w ith that Innocent face of his ...

PHILIP INSFI - w ill continue to pitch his way Into the major leagues, qolnq from the Giants to the Phillies (because the Giants always trade away their best players).

MATTHEW JAUNIfH - w ill launch a subsidiary Toblerone company producinq a :ncr ^ late h,S Pr0f,tS fr0m h0St,n9 T V author 9am« Shows.

CHRISTINA |pAR|F - w illW,th become a nationally acclaimed w ith the publishing of her best-seller 'Why Do We Blush?* ALEXANDRA LOWRY. - w ill begin her career working for A T & T & T & T & T & T,

a d v a n c in g q u ic k ly to c h ie f d a t e lin e o p e r a t o r .

A MARSHAL! - w ill buy out Alex's supply of earrings and open EARRINGS H us in San Francisco.

JOHN MASSARfl - with hls 'way* with women w ill successfully talk all female teachers into removing commas from schools.

5AHAH HYERS - w ill make the necessary contacts during a brief acting career to create a market for a special line of clothes designed for the discriminating actress.

SIEWART Sll VFRFFRO - w ill, without a doubt, be a Playboy cameraman creating an army of Jealous buddies. ’ 7 nlVeKSOme thou9ht to the vice-presidency of the United Activewear^ Ch°°Se the better pay,n9 pos,t,on as designer of Devil CHRIS UPJOHN - w ill provide cartoon sound effects and establish the chain of 'Daddy Downjohn Donuts' DANA VINEGAR - will progress from a college women's basketball coach to professional status as MAGIC VINEGAR. JOSH WONG -w ill take on the position of professor of college calculus the year after he graduates from PBS, playing the piano on weekends to supplement his meager teaching salary.

\, T H ^ a w e SOME JENNIFER K. ALDEN, w i l l my tu rq u o is e desk to K im b e rly C la r d e lla and m y tu rq u o is e c h a ir w it h m y i n i t i a l s on i t to B la k e W o lle n b e rg (" C u tle " ).

I le a v e m y dan cin g a b i l i t y to S te p h a n ie T r a i l e r

so she to o can te a c h j a z z dancin g f o r S p e c ia l F rid a y s . My d i r t y socks w i l l go to B rend an B e c h te l. L a s t and le a s t , to th e te a c h e r s o f PBS.

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I , TORI BARBER, one o f th e q u ie te s t g i f t s In th e s ix t h g ra d e , le a v e my a r t i s t i c a b i l i t y to m y s is t e r , K a r i, and m y c u r ls to A lo n d ra C e rv a n te s . To S ean F is h e r go my m a n n e rs, m y ta n to K a tie W y lie and, la s t b u t n o t le a s t , my N ik e A ir s to D e v in C o ats.

I , JEFFREY JAM ES BEAVER, le a v e m y Knum bchucks to A u s to n so he can becom e a k a r a t e m a s te r. I a ls o le a v e m y pumps to M ic h a e l H assen so he can pump th e m up a l l he w a n ts . 1 a ls o le a v e m y good g ra d e s to K a t t l ln b e c a u s e she needs 'em .

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TONY BULLOCK,

le a v e m y a b i l i t y to n o t be a b le to s h u t up to m y c h a p e l

p a r tn e r , T a r a , b ecau se she's a lw a y s so shy. To Evan I le a v e m y baggy j a c k e t b ec a u s e he a lw a y s th in k s he's so tough. " " I,

THE GREAT COURTNEY CARTER, w i l l my desk to m y b r o th e r C h ris . To B rendan B e c h te l I w i l l a l l m y good p a p e rs . E m ily D ir k s r e c e iv e s my s p e llin g a b i l i t y ,

and my s a c re d h a irb ru s h w i l l fin d e f f e c t i v e use

w i t h C a th y M a s s a ro .

H oover in th e f i f t h g ra d e w i l l be th e r e c ip ie n t

o f m y g o o d le -tw o -s h o e s to p r o te c t him n e x t y e a r. J e n n y D in s m o re w i l l I n h e r i t m y jo u r n a l o f go ssip . L a s t o f a l l , I w is h a l l m y good lu c k to th e te a c h e rs . / ) _ _ + o , L & W V W U l C b jd jL r ^ I,

THE VERY MELLOW HIROSHI V. C H A I, g iv e a l l m y undone h o m e w o rk pages to E ric B a rry In t h i r d grade. I le a v e m y v e ry , v e ry , v e ry c le a n and n e a t desk to C la ir e W a te rm a n In second grade. To R u s s e ll I le a v e my pumps so he can be th e n e x t M ic h a e l J o rd a n . To T a l t in f i f t h g ra d e I le a v e m y g r e a t c a tc h in g s k ills .

To J a c k W a tts I le a v e m y long nam e

so e v e ry b o d y can m ix up h is nam e. w ho w a n ts th e m .

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BRANDON CLAPP,

I le a v e m y m e m o rie s to anyone

b e q u e a th to m y dad my C as io w a tc h b ec a u s e he n e v e r

w e a rs a w a tc h t h a t w o rk s v e ry long. I pass on m y h o m e w o rk to s tu d y h a ll w h e re i t ' s u s u a lly done, b u t I g iv e o n ly som e o f i t to m y te a c h e rs . I le a v e m y h a ts w i t h n e x t y e a r's s ix th g ra d e rs and my c a r e f r e e w a y s w i t h Madam e.

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K A TIE DILLON,

le a v e my aw esom e s p o rts a b i l i t y to m y s i s t e r Lindsay.

I g iv e m y le a d p e n c il to Jenny In th e f i f t h grade.

1 le a v e m y m essy

desk to R obin H ln d ery and S te p h a n ie T r a ile r . To M a llo r y F ry e I le a v e my good g rades. I leave my m e m o rie s to M adam e and M rs. D o c te r.

AUDRA G ILSIN G ,

le a v e my a b i l i t y to have fu n to J e s s ic a S u t t l e and

K im b e rly C ia r d e lla because th e y ju s t love to be bored! To th e q u ie t A lo n d ra C e rv a n te s I leave my a b i l i t y to t a lk and be loud. To K y lie H epper I le a v e my a b il it y to fro w n j u s t once in a w h ile f o r I do n't th in k she has e v e r fro w n ed ! My a b i l i t y to g iv e p ig g y b a c k r id e s I g iv e to K a tie Fogelsong. To Max B ran fm an I g iv e my a b i l i t y to be good.

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K R IS T IN HEPPER,

g iv e a i f m y btfSks to K y lie H epper so t h a t she

can

d e m o lis h them . To Roddy K n ig h t I w i l l my p e n c ils and e r a s e r s so th a t he can w r i t e a ll those s to r ie s f o r w r it in g . To C o u rtn e y M u r f i t I b e q u ea th my o v e rlo a d o f hom ew ork and a ll o f m y w o n d e rfu l te a c h e rs .

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MIKE HOOD, le a v e my hym nal to Gordon in k in d e rg a rte n so he can look th ro u g h i t as much as he w a n ts . My one and o n ly p ic t u r e o f Edouard goes to K im m y in th e f i f t h grade. I le a v e my body to M a c h a el Hassen so he can punch i t as much as he w a n ts . I le a v e my good lo o k s to Evan in th e th ir d grade; he w i l l need them in th e fu tu r e . To R u s s e ll In th e f i r s t grade I le a v e my b a s k e tb a ll je r s e y so he can r e a l l y go to w o rk in i t on th e c o u rt.

THE MOST BODACIOUS X -P H IL L IP S BROOKS I AN, P H IL IP INSEL, w i l l my tr lp p y lo oks to a l i t t l e boy named Jaso n G a rlo c k . I w i l l m y desk to J a c k W a tts , my blond h a ir to R u s s e ll, and my O b e rm y e r to M is s Root.

L a s t o f a l l , I w i l l my a t h le t ic a b i l i t y to Roddy K n ig h t.

MATTHEW JA U N IC H ,

le a v e a ll my hom ew ork p a ^ ^ o ^ t h ^ d u r r m .

My

a b i l i t y to s i t s t i l l in chapel I le a v e to my k in d e rg a rte n p a r tn e r s .

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my y e a rs o f o rth o d o n tic s go to Jaso n in th e second grade w ho is o n ly J u s t b e 9 ln n ln 9 '

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THE WONDERFUL, INTELLIGENT, FA N TA S TIC , GREAT, AND ELIGIBLE OWNER OF TOAD HALL, CINA LOARIE, b equ esth my s m ile and b lu s h in g a b i l i t y to K r is t in B eaver. I g iv e my d e te s te d c h a ir and desk to w h o m e v e r w a n ts it . I leave a ll th e ju n k in my desk to R obin H in d ery .

To K e ls e y K ag le I g iv e my hymn book to hold f o r as long as she w a n ts °'

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SOON TO BE DEPARTING, ALEXANDRA LOWRY, w i l l my b e lo n g in g s to th e f o llo w in g people: my red h a ir goes to S te p h a n ie T r a i l e r , w h ose h a ir could use a l i t t l e c o lo r. My u n c o n tro lla b le ta lk in g goes to E m ily D irk s , even though I don't th in k she needs it . My w e ll l i v e d - i n desk goes to E liz a b e th in k in d e rg a rte n , and to B la k e C C u tie * ) goes my h y m n a l. To th e te a c h e rs I le a v e a ll o f my g re a t m e m o rie s o f PBS. Good luck n e x t y e ar!

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ANDREA M ARSHALL,

le a v e m y h a irb ru s h to K im m y M o rris .

th e c o u ra g e to c le a n my desk is w e lc o m e to have i t . w e a r m y e a r r in g s is w e lc o m e to th e m .

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JOHN M ASSARO, th e c o o le s t k id in th e s c h o o l, w i l l m y c o rn y jo k e s to Zach T r a i l e r f o r no p a r t ic u la r re a s o n ; m y g i r l sense to A n d re w H o o v e r b e c a u s e he needs i t ;

m y b a s e b a ll t a le n t s to C h ris C a r t e r so

he can be th e n e x t W ill C la rk ;

m y h e ig h t to M ic h a e l H assen so he can

p ass as a s ix t h g ra d e r. F in a lly , to A u s tin Koo, I le a v e m y N ik e A ir J o rd o n s b e c a u s e he w a n ts a p a ir .

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SARAH GETTY MYERS, w i l l a ll th e w o n d e rfu l go o d ies in m y desk to K r i s t i n O lson. To J a m ie H y a tt in th e t h ir d g ra d e I g iv e my a b i l i t y to d re s s fa s h io n a b ly . To K en neth B ry a n t I le a v e m y b e lo v e d c h a ir abou t w h ic h I d o n 't g iv e a fa r th in g . To M rs. Doss I g iv e m y h a tr e d o f C aju n fo o d s . My b ran d new books go to L iz a b e th P o lla c k so t h a t she can use th e m f o r h e r n e x t s ix y e a rs . To T e re s a I w i l l m y n e a t h a n d w r itin g , and to Evan B ry a n t, my g ra d e s so he can g e t som e A 's in M rs. A 's c la s s e s . And la s t to a ll th e te a c h e rs I b e q u ea th any m e m o rie s th e y w ,s h t 0 ta k e -

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THE S TU D LIE S T X-BRO O KSIAN, STEW A R TS ILV E R B E R G , le a v e m y u g ly l i t t l e g lu e s t ic k to M ic h a e l Z a p p e rt. I g iv e m y dan cin g a b i l i t y to K arl B a rb e r. L a s t o f a l l I le a v e m y c o rd s to M is s R oot, u

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THE ONE AND ONLY GREAT SEAN TAUBE, w i l l m y s tin k y , tra s h e d , an3 w a s te d te n n is pumps to A u s tin in f i r s t g ra d e because I'm n ic e (I don't c a re i f he d o e s n 't w a n t th e m ; he has to w e a r th e m ). To R u s s e ll I le a v e m y desk w i t h a l l th e books and m y c h a ir so he can c h e ris h them .

To S e d ric in k in d e r g a r te n I le a v e m y g ro s s u n ifo rm s to w e a r a l l s ix y e a rs th ro u g h th e g rad es. R u s s e ll, A u s tin and S e d ric , I f you guys do n o t a c c e p t th e te r m s o f th e d o cu m en t I s h a ll com e back to h au n t you.

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CHRIS UPJOHN,

le a v e m y desk to P a tr ic k W y lie so he and o th e rs a f t e r

h im can m ess i t up. To M adam e I le a v e my s p i r i t so i t w i l l fo r e v e r h a u n t h e r, and to T a i t W a te rm a n I g iv e my c h a ir so he w i l l s u f f e r in i t as m uch as I. I,

DANA VINEGAR, le a v e my h a ir to S e d ric D ra k e ; to S h e lle y C la r k I g iv e m y b a s k e tb a ll s h o ts . I w i l l m y s m ile to N o e lle O lsen. G illia n B o s to c k g e ts a l l o f my te e th because she has c a v it ie s . To E m ily D ir k s I b e q u e a th m y shoes.

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c la s s ; I le a v e m y t a lln e s s to Z a c h a ry T r a i l e r (h e 's a good b a s k e tb a ll p la y e r b u t to o s h o r t.) My s p o rts t a le n t s I g iv e to anybody w ho w a n ts to be an a l l - t i m e s p o rts h e ro , and m y p ian o t a le n t s to S h iy a n in th e fo u r th g ra d e so she can charm th e te a c h e rs ; th e y w o u ld be e m b a rra s s in q f o r boys to have.

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EL^ii HISTORY Once upon a tim e there was a class o f p la y fu l students who attended NURSERY SCHOOL. !6 o f the 1991 graduates s ta rte d out a t PBS nursery school. They are: Jenny, J e ff, Tony, Courtney, Hiroshi, Brandon, Katie, K ris tin , P hilip, Mike, Cina, Alex, John, Sarah, Sean, and Josh. This was such a d e lig h tfu l year. Someone threw matches in to the classroom over the weekend and we were out o f school fo r tw o whole weeks! Then we rented a room a t Las Lorni t as to continue our education.

In Kl NDERGARTEN, the g irls played ‘kissin g g ir ls ‘ and chased the boys. (So, has anything changed??) Then one day Mike and Ben came to school w ith lip s tic k on as ‘kissin g boys'. Another day the boys planned to throw mudba/ls a t the g irls . Jenny was the tester, and Tony held her hostage. Jenny trie d to get away but couldn 't, so she b it Tony. He has never forgotten th is — and they were both sent to M iss Root's o ffice . When chapel season started, H iro shi decided to go on a short jaunt. During the prayer he craw led under the pews a ll the way to the fo u rth grade area.

In FIRST GRADE, we began to wear the lo ve ly uniform s. Miss Root taught us in the m orning and Mrs. Harvey in the afternoon. A t recess we used to dig fo r gold. I f we were lucky, we would fin d gold dust (although i t was only d irt). Through the year we experienced d iffe re n ts phases: digging, fo rts , and then transform ers. H iroshi directed h is c re a tiv ity to the w ater fountain.

SECOND GRADE was a fu n -fille d year w ith M iss G ilbert, soon to be Mrs. Raftery. We went to a convalescent h o sp ita l and wrote autobiographies w ith some o f the senior citizens. Nancy, the fo lk singer, came and shared m usic w ith us. We perform ed the m usical "Winnie the Pooh' One h ig h lig h t was Mike in the reading corner.

Another was H iro shi p ra c tic in g p itc h in g w ith wet TP b a lls in the bathroom.

Dana came in THIRD GRADE, and Mrs Woodbridge was our teacher.

She had a system whereby we could earn m arbles fo r good work and behavior. Ten m arbles would earn us a p a rty ! M att le ft fo r S w itzerland fo r tw o years. Romance blossomed a t the ro lla r rink, rig h t, Jenny? We perform ed the p la y 'Famous People'.

FOURTH GRADE was one o f the very best years w ith Mrs. Landreth! We camped out a t Inverness. John and Cina watched the sunset, and Brandon threw up in a tent. We p u t on the p la y 'C harlotte's Web'.

FIFTH GRADE was a year o f new experiences. There was a language b a rrie r to overcome w ith the southern d ra w l o f Mrs. Doss. We ate craw fish from Louisiana — including the heads! Yosemite week was incredible and A le x even did some h ikin g a t m idnight! Champ picked the lock to the classroom door and a ll the boys ended up in Miss Root's office . Tony's suggestion fo r a new classroom desk arrangement was s w iftly denied. We were looking fo rw a rd to sixth grade w ith a n ticip a tio n and wonder In SIXTH GRADE we had tw o teachers to tr y to keep us under control, Madame M ille r and Mrs. Docter. C hris jo in e d us and helped us in our basketball season. The whole year seemed to be in costume fo r one ' reason o r another: ancient Romans and Greeks, the p la y ‘the Wind in the W illow s', French and Spanish s k its perform ed a t C rystal Springs Uplands, and any other excuse to overshadow the uniforms.

There was good news and bad news. There were slid e s and slides.

There were tw o weeks o f French students in our classroom s e ttin g a few hearts a -flu tte r. There were a hundred good reasons fo r chocolate. There was b e a u tifu l m usic from Josh to entertain us.

P h il won the sp e llin g bee and H iro won the geography bee. / THINK we learned a lot. Next ye a r w ill never be the same. Seventh grade, here we come!

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BIGGEST GOSSIP - Court

LOUDEST NOSE - Jenny

NEATEST *. TID IE S T - Sarah

MESSIEST DESKS - H lro & John

BIGGEST CHIPMONK CHEEKS - C h ris

SUPER A R TISTS - Tony & To ri

BEST EXCUSES - John & Mike & Stew

MOST CREATIVE HAIR - Phleep

LOUDEST BURPS - John & Je ff

MOST TIM ES FALLEN FROM CHAIR - Mike & Tony

MATH WHIZ - Phleep

SOFTEST VOICE - Andreo

MOST SHOTS MISSED TO WASTE BASKET - Tony

BIGGEST EARS - Stew

BEST SOUND EFFECTS - C h ris

MOST FLIRTATIOUS - Soreh & Alex & Court & Mike & Matt

BIG6EST CANDY CONSUMER - Brandon

BEST PIANIST - Josh

LONGEST FINGERNAILS - Andrea

BIG6EST TALKER - Alex

MOST TALKATIVE - M ike, Dana. John

SOFTEST HAIR - Katie

SMALLEST HANDWRITING - Tony (n o . not Mike)

BIG6EST REESE'S FAN - Je ff

WHINE CONNAISSEUR - Alex

FASTEST RUNNERS - Court & Je ff

MOST GRAY MATTER - Josh

8I66E5T STOMACH CAPACITY - Brandon

TV CONNAISSEUR - Mike

BI66EST ATHELETES - Dana & Je ff & Josh & Clna & Phil

BIGGEST ERASER COLLECTION - To ri

BRIGHTEST BLUSH - Clna

MOST EARRINGS - Alex

SHORTEST - K ris tin & Stew

MOST RECENT PBS SIXTH GRADER - Chris

TALLEST - Josh & Audra SKINNIEST - Sean

FASTEST TALKERS - K ris tin & Clna BIGGEST COMEDIAN - Stew

STRANGEST SNEEZES - Matt & Madame

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