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Xoutee Xan&mft Mrs. Landreth has been teaming fourth grade at Phillips Brooks School for twenty two years. She likes to garden, work out, read, and hike. She sings with a group called the Clef Hangers and plays the trombone!.

When she retires she will take a trip to the northwest in her camper She likes to make friends. She will miss everyone at PBS. She thinks it will feel weird not to teach anymore.

The mystery is solved, her middle name is Burpee!

Mrs. Landreth is married She and Jim have three sons and one daughter. Two sons are married, one works for Hewlett Packard, one is an engineer. Her daughter sells textbooks to colleges.

The happiest thing she could think of is coming back from the campout with everything okay!

When she first started teaching she had some trouble keeping her class under control.

She once had a class that hid from her. Her favorite thing about teaching is the way the classes and children differ.

Thank you, Mrs. Landreth for your wonderful spirit, and your enthusiastic approach to teaching and to life. PBS students and hand.

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M rsHuneke (formerly known as Mrs A) has been teaching at Phillips Brooks School for thirteen years For the first four years she was the sixth grade teacher. During the last nine years d ie has taught English and writing to fourth, fifth and sixth

Before coming to PBS she taught at an alt boys school and an ail girls school. She thinks teaching in a coed school is harder.

Mrs Huneke loves to play tennis. (And she is good!) She has five daughters Two are teaching English. Two are married. At home she has three dogs: a blade lab and two yorkies.

Mrs. Huneke loves her visits to En^and, especially Wimbledon.

In her retirement Mrs. Huneke plans to take courses in writing, travel, garden, play lots of tennis and eventually write a family history.

Thank you, Mrs. Huneke, for all you have added to Phillips Brooks School Your thoughnesS'So '* in teaching us to read, to write and to understand English grammar will be appreciated by us forever.

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by the 1991 - 1992 Second Grade Inspired by the book Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O'Neill

What is Purple?

Purple is grapes.

The sound of the wind is purple.

Purple makes me feel happy.

Flowers are purple.

Purple smells like honey.

Purple is everywhere.

Hanae Rios

What is green?

Green is emerald.

Green sounds beautiful.

Green is leaves blowing in the wind.

Green is as big as butterflies.

Green feels like the rain.

Kimberly Ciardella

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What is Black?

Black is cool.

Cats are black.

Black smells cool.

Black's sound is a meow.

Black’s as BIG as the sky.

Black makes me feel good.

Courtney Murfit

What is Black?

Black is the best!

Black sounds like the dark.

Black smells the best.

Black is better than white.

Black is the size of the dark.

It feels the best.

Russell Powell

What is Black?

Black is awesome like a sellout crowd at the Cow Palace.

It smells like pizza.

It is a black hat with the Shark's symbol on it.

Black is as big as a skyscraper.

Cool, awesome, rad!

Brett Seawell

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C> What is Orange?

Orange is a tiger.

Orange is good.

Orange is fire.

Orange is sunrise.

Soft is orange.

Fruit is orange.

Orange is wonderful!

Andrew Negus

What is Yellow?

Yellow is gross.

Squeaking is yellow.

Yellow smells like skunks.

Icky slime is yellow.

Yellow is as small as a bumble bee.

It makes me feel really sick!

Christopher Carter

What is Gold?

Gold is shiny.

The smell of precious metals is gold Gold is the sound of bells.

Gold is money.

The sun is gold.

Gold is big as an elephant.

Gold makes me feel great!

Bradley Tennis

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What is Pink?

Pink sounds like spring.

Pink smells like roses.

Balloons are like pink.

The size of pink is very big.

When I see pink I feel good!

Betsy Glynn

What is Hot Pink?

Hot pink is neat.

Hot pink sounds like a coyote.

Hot pink tastes like a jellybean, Or a hot pink ski pole.

Hot pink is wide and tall like a humongous jellybean.

Hot pink is awesome!

Austin Koo

What is Pink?

Pink is pretty.

The sound of bees is pink.

Pink smells like a rose.

Roses are pink.

It's size is as small as a bunny.

Pink is a happy feeling.

Jessica Suttle

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What is Blue?

Blue is like air.

Blue sounds like water and sharks.

Its size is small and big.

The taste of blue is salty.

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Blue? the sky. small. the wind. eating blueberry pie. thin.

Charles French

What is Blue?

Blue is cool.

Blue is like water or ice.

A blue rose is blue.

Sky is blue, so is wind.

Blue is the size of the sky.

Water feels like blue.

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What is Blue?

Blue is a-nice color.

I like blue/ Blue is a fun color.

Blue true!

I like blue.

Blue smells like fruit.

It is so, so, so big!

It smells GOOD! Stuart Howard-Smith

What is Light Blue?

Light blue is a bluejay.

It sounds like a bell ringing.

Light blue smells like a blossom.

A butterfly is light blue.

Light blue is as small as a bird.

Light blue makes me feel cold.

Sara Watts

What is Turquoise?

Turquoise is nice.

It sounds like the summer breeze.

Turquoise smells like the ocean.

The thing it looks like is the sky.

The size of turquoise is as big as an elephant.

The feeling of turquoise makes me happy.

Kylie Hepper

What is Red? Red sounds like crash, bang, boom!

Red smells like a rose.

Red is fun.

Red is huge.

Red makes me feel good.

Patrick MacKay

What is Red? Red is red hot.

It sounds like pouring lava.

Red smells like a red rose.

Red shoots up in the air like fireworks.

The size of red is very big.

Red feels mad!

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What is Red? Red sounds like sirens.

Red smells like a cherry.

It smells nice.

Smell red roses, Nice and red!

Anjuli Curia

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Red is like a dog barking.

Skunks smell red.

Ooze is red.

Red is as small as a bee.

A fire engine is like red.

Michael Hassen

What is Red? Red is the sound of fireworks.

Red is the smell of cherries.

Red is the size of an emerald.

Red is the taste of raspberries.

Red is a ruby.

Red is the feeling of love.

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What is Red? Red is great!

Red is brave as bold with all it has.

It's like lasagne off the grill.

BLAM is red!

Soda is red!

It's as big as the sun.

Geoffrey Hunt

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Kristin Beaver

Devin Coats

Steven Cottte

Jason Grauef

Lindsey Hassen

Mark Negus

Hugh Robinson

Conrad Vink

Katie Wylie

John Blanchette

Owen David

Lisa Friedrichs

Kendall Burian

Jessica Goldman

Kelly Meehan

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M y biggest concern in the world - that I feel most troubled about - is the water and rivers that are becoming polluted. I feel that people shouldn't pollute our waters. People toss six-pack rings or even tin cans into the water almost every day. Now that's a problem. People really shouldn't put things in the water that don't belong there, at least that's my opinion. I really feel anyone could help prevent this. I think kids sort of care more about the water than adults do.

W ater is not something we should take for granted. We shouldn't waste water either. You could turn off the tap when you brush your teeth and wash your face, if you do wash your face, that is.

People shouldn't give up on the water problem because we can really make a difference in our world today. If you really want it to happen, we can do it.

by Owen David I am concerned about the rain forests in Brazil.

The reason I am concerned is because people are cutting down the rain forest and many of the animals and plants are dying and damaging the food chain. The people who are cutting down the rain forest are also cutting down plants and trees that could be a cure for the AIDS virus or other deadly viruses. If people keep cutting down the rain forests, it w ill cause problems we don.t even know about yet.

I think we should try to stop cutting the rain forest down. We need to save the plants and animals. I think we could make a difference if we really try. The rain forests cover tw o percent of the earth, but have half the world's animal, plant and insect species. I think our government should try to educate the people who are cutting down the rain forests.

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I think our cars, trains, buses, and planes pollute too much. I think we should offer to ride bikes a lo t more. Some places are too far to ride, so you m ight need to use your car. If you work far away and drive a car, then use a car-pool. Fewer people use ride sharing than in 1980! If we think ahead and plan ahead we can cause less pollu­ tion and make the world a better place for everyone.

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by Lisa Friedrichs The biggest problem today is the species of animals that are endangered. It is happening right now! We are polluting and we are losing precious animals. Some animals are already endangered and could be extinct.

Some animals are not endangered yet, but could eventually become extinct.

In the rain forests there are animals that might not be discovered yet but may be extinct before they are discovered.

Another problem today is that people are polluting by throwing garbage out carelessly and animals are eating it and even getting caught in it and they die. On ships people throw stuff out like plastic and paper.

People need to recycle and care more for our planet. We need to stop being so selfish and think about the other creatures on earth.

by Piper Selmon I am not happy about the littering.

People who litte r are called Jitterbugs. No­ body wants to be a litterbug at least I don't.

Litterbugs are people who take garbage and leave it on the ground. Animals die from the litter, like the plastic can holders that are thrown out and can get caught around animals' necks. So put garbage in the gar­ bage can, so the garbage man can take the garbage to the garbage dump.

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The problem I am concerned about is the rainforest. People are cutting them down so fast that pretty soon there w ont be any more rain forests. This is happen­ ing everywhere now, and we have to stop it. If we dont, then the animals that live near the rain forest w ill all die because they w o nt have a home to live in. We need the rain forest fo r oxygen. So the people who are cutting down the rain forest for houses, doors, benches, chairs, shelves, and cages are really not helping.

They are making it bad fo r everyone. If there's any way I could help, I'd try be­ cause when I grow up I dont want it to be smoggy and stuffy and a world where people continue to die because of this pollution. Everybody can help and try to make this world a better place. I dont know about you, but I want a clean and healthy w orld for everybody.

by Kristin Beaver I am concerned about endangered animals. The animal I am most concerned about is the red fox The red fox is endangered because the people kill it for its fur. The red fox lives in Asia and North America and South America. The red fox lives in hollows and in their hollows they are easy to hunt. My solution for saving the red fox is to buy a big piece of land and put the foxes in a big lot. We could have them mate so they could have cubs. We could put other endangered species out as well. This would be important because one animal depends on another for food. The food chain shouldn't be allowed to fall apart.

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I am concerned about the O-zone layer.

I think it's getting too hot down on earth and it shouldn't be this hot. Upsetting the O-zone layer should be stopped. If we don't stop this we w ill be burned to a crisp - like French fries.

Everyone has done something to make a bigger hole in the ozone. If we don't stop making the hole bigger, the ultraviolet rays w ill be worse.

We can start helping by not using aerosol sprays. We should not buy man-made chemicals. Everyone must help or our earth w ill get too much ultraviolet radiation. We'll get cancer, cataracts, and crops will not be as good) and fish, plants, and animals w ill die. We must all work to fix this big problem.

by Jessica Goldman We should help the animals. If we don't hunt endangered animals, they w ont become extinct. We should set up reserves for endangered animals. Then all animals living there would be o.k. By the year 2000, twenty percent of all earth's species could be lost forever. We're losing up to three endangered species per day. Only a few popular and charismatic mammals are receiving adequate concern and protection. It is also important to fight for less well known species - particularly insects, fish, amphibians, reptiles, and plants. They are all part of the chain of life.

by Janine Kagle I want to save forest land. People are cutting down 50 acres each minute. If every rain forest goes we go with it. It is an important part of ecology and the chain of life on our planet. We need trees for air and for shade. Many animals and plants are losing their rain forest homes just fo r us.

The people at Phillips Brooks School are helping to save the rain forest by raising money at the snack bar. I think it's good for people to care about

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The problem that concerns me is that people dont listen to our earth.

People pollute w ith their hairspray, trash, buses, cars etc. Animals and plants are dying every day. They're losing their homes because people are cutting down trees and destroying forests and land.

I think that people should recycle, use water wisely, use car pools, and do other things to help the environment.

by Gaire Waterman I am concerned about the pollution in the rivers. It kills the fish and the animals. River pollution is caused by people throwing trash in the rivers, wrappers, soda cans, paper napkins, and food. Also companies have been putting chemicals into the rivers.

To stop the river pollution, companies shouldn't pour chemicals in the rivers, people should pick up their trash and throw it away. People also should not put wastes in the rivers. If everybody helps keep the rivers clean, animals and fish won't die and people can enjoy the rivers' beauty.

by Brittney Allyn We need to save our earth by being smart. Pollution is everywhere.

It's killing our wildlife. It's killing the people.

Pollution is caused by cars, planes, boats, big buildings, and factories.

You can't always see pollution when you're up close, but in big cities like San Francisco you can look out and see smog. A ll the over-population of people is n t helping either. The more people on earth, the more damage and pollution we seem to make.

People are making a big mistake not understanding what damage pollution is doing to the world. We must learn by our mistakes and try to correct them. We must think ahead. We must teach our children how to save our planet earth.

by Mark Negus

A problem that I am most concerned about is the lack of recycling that is going on in the world. It happens because people do not realize that glass, bottles, and cans can be used again. So people are throwing these things away instead of reusing them. We do not have a life-time supply of cans, bottles, and glass. Newspapers are another thing we can recycle.

If we do not recycle cans, bottles, glass and newspapers, they might disappear like gold. Once they are gone they w ill never come back.

N ot only w ill we have enough cans, bottles, glass, and newspaper if we recycle, but we w ill not have to waste our natural resources to produce them.

by Lindsey Hassen I feel concerned about people taking wild animals illegally from the rain forests and selling them to places like pet stores.

Some people catch birds, reptiles, or other animals. Some people who poach these animals do it for a job (an illegal one). Some people go and catch the animals and don't sell them to pet stores, but keep them for themselves. You could be taking illegal animals home too, if you go to the pet store and don't check if the animals you are buying have not been legally captured.

People should be careful. Don't support poachers and their illegal trappings. If you want an unusual pet, check the shop out carefully because you may be taking home a wild animal that doesn't belong at your house.

by Kelly Meehan I am most worried about the rivers of the world. The rivers are getting polluted. Humans all around the world are polluting their rivers. It's happening every day.

People contaminate their water by dumping oil in the rivers and throwing trash in the rivers. Companies are dumping toxic waste into our waters. Animals are being harmed and killed from this.

To solve this awful problem, we should make a law saying you cant dump toxic waste in the rivers. If people do it anyway, they should pay a fine that would be painful to pay.

by Blake S. Bechtel

There are a lo t of different things that are wrong in the world, but the one thing that bothers me the most is that trees are being cut down for lumber, roads, grazing, and houses. The trees are disappearing light before our own eyes. Imagine a world without trees. It would be awful and people would die because trees give off oxygen that we breathe.

My solution is not in the rain forest, not in peoples' backyards, but it is that people donate some money to create parks in every state. The idea of tree parks would soon spread far and wide. People would plant baby trees for everyone to share. We could also have a law that every new house that is built must have at least five trees planted on the property. The results would be great.

A problem that really bothers me is land, air, and water pollution. A ir pollution is caused by cars, factories, fires, and many more things. W ater pollution is caused by trash and sewage that gets into the rivers and oceans.

W ater pollution can cause fish and animals to die. Land pollution is caused by trash and litte r that people leave around. Sometimes people don't think they are polluting, but they are when they are careless and leave trash around.

Letting these bad things get into our earth is hurting our environment. You and I could make the earth a better place by trying to keep it clean.

by Steven Cottle

My oiggest concern is aoout the rain forest. The rain forest is being cut down and burned by people who think that it is all right to cut and bum down trees. In these forests there are animals and plants that may not have been discovered yet. About fifty acres a minute is burned and cut down.

My solution to this problem is to start community services around the w orld that w ill make money, and then send the money to a program that can help the rain forest.

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There are many problems on the earth. But the one I am concerned about is the Brazil rain-forest. People are cutting down the rain forest and d o n t even know that they are wrecking the food chain and killing animals and plants that we might not have been discovered yet. The Brazil rain forest and all other rain forests are very, very special and if we keep cutting them down, by the time we are fifty years old, scientists say there w ill be few rain forests left and our environment w ill be in serious trouble. If the trees are cut down nothing w ill be there to hold the soil. It w ill be very dusty. We really need to help the rain forests. They can be helped. We aU need to work together.

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by Annie Johnson I am concerned about the rain forest and that people are cutting down 74,000 acres in one day. I think that people are carelessly killing animals, trees, and plants. In Brazil they've cut down so much of the rain forest that there are probably plants that haven't even been discovered yet! We do not know if some of the plants could help people get better from diseases.

The rain forest is also very beautiful, but when they cut it down it is not veiy pretty. I think that they should stop cutting the rain forest because it is killing many plants and animals.

by Blake Wollenberg I think that one veiy important problem in our wilderness is pesticides. Many animals are killed by them every day. Farmers put pesticides in their fields to kill pests. But pesticides also kill helpful bugs. A hawk or a bird can eat a lot of bugs with pesticides in them. Eventually all the pesticide: kill the bird. If it rains, the pesticides wash off into the dirt. Then worms, moles, and other underground animals are killed. Some of the pesticides wash into streams and kill animals there and they get to the ocean and kill animals there, too.

I think that in order to stop so many animals from dying in this way, we need to stop using very strong pesticides. Weaker, safer pesticides still can kill small bugs, but when it rains it w ill be diluted so much that it w ill be harmless. That would save a lot of animals.

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The problem in the environment that bothers me is cutting down the rain forest in South America. It is becoming a problem because there are plants and insects and animals there that haven't yet been discovered.

Scientists could discover a cure for some sicknesses that we cant cure now.

Cutting down the rain forests also effects the people who live there.

When the plants die they die.

I think we could save this rain forest area if we start raising money from donations or from working and earning money. We could buy

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NIGHT AND DAY Long ago, before any people were alive, there were animals. There was no darkness, only light.

O ne day the coyote got mad at everyone and threw a rock into the sky. The sun went out and there was no sun, only dark. The coyote did not tell anybody that he had done i t So, the animals held a meeting and they decided that one of the birds should fly up to tell the G reat Spirit, "We are sorry, and please give light back to us."

Turkey said he would try, so he flew up and just got to the clouds. He made a hole. Turley fell down to the ground.

A nother meeting was held and a Hawk went up but did not succeed and fell to the ground.

A nother meeting was held. Nobody else wanted to fly up. A little duck said, "I will."

So the coyote said, "Let’s give it a shot." So the duck just made it up with two more breaths and found Turkey’s hole. He said to the Great Spirit with his last breath, "We are sorry! Please give us light." The duck died on the Great Spirit’s lap.

"I will give night and day, and this will be a warning to you never to be foolish!"

That’s how we got night and day.

I!''ZIA" - C H A PTER 30 A fter M ando had left for Boston and I had arrived back in my hom e village of Pala two years ago, it was pretty quiet here in Pala. I was very happy to be with all my friends. B ut one m oon ago something wonderful happened.

A fter my first fiesta with all my friends everyone had been very tired and it was hard getting up the next morning. As the first chilled breeze blew through my hair it woke m e. T he first m orning’s sun was just creeping over the to p of the sycamores, and I could m ake out the figure of M ando. W hen he knew it was o ur village he started to run. As I m et him at my door, we greeted and hugged for we had not seen each o th e r for many moons.

W e sat by a tree and talked for nearly a sun. H e had many stories for m e and I had som e for him. H e told me some news I really didn’t know how to take. H e told m e Stone H ands had been burned to death after getting drunk and falling into an oil pit. T h a t night M ando settled in.

F o r many moons we talked on and off about our adventures.

T he next m oon R ontu had five pups! They looked just like their m other, all but one, th e runt. W e guessed he looked like his father, Chachow. H e is th e M allad’s dog. All eight of us have lived for a long time. The days of my life are so wonderful!

I will h ate so much to leave them .

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T H E D EA TH O F C A T H E R IN E G R O V E O ne dark, stormy, and spooky Halloween night, I was at the cem etery. It was an icy night. T h e gate of the cemetery had lots of-cobwebs. It looked like it h ad n ’t been touched for years. I went to a very old gravestone. It said, "C atherine Grove, born on A ugust 14th, 1922, and died on O ctober 31,1933." A t the bottom o f the gravestone, writing said, "Catherine died because a big red truck ran over her."

L a te r my grandm other told m e the story. She was walking on K eystone Street on a H allow een night. T he truck driver didn’t have his headlights on. All of a sudden he h eard a piercing scream . H e got out of the truck and he saw a girl about eleven or twelve years old.

W hen C ath erin e’s family heard she was killed, they w ere terrified. "W hat will we do w ithout her?" asked C atherine’s mom.

N o one knows w hat the mom did because the next day they found the mom stabbed th irteen times in the back. To this day, every 13th day o f the m onth, C ath erin e ’s m om and C atherine haunt the G roves’ house.

H A LLO W EEN H O R R O R O ne dark and creepy night in Canada, when wolves w ere howling and trees m oaning, a boy nam ed M att was not afraid to go trick-or-treating alone this year.

M att h ad h e ard of people vanishing last year on th e sam e kind of night of misty air and gusty wind. O n H allow een night, he grabbed his knife and lantern, and he left.

A fter th e firs 2 he w ent to, his lantern died out, and he felt a slimy hand cover, his m outh.

W hen M att opened his eyes he saw he was in a dungeon. M att pulled and pushed to b reak the bars. H e gave up after a few m inutes and leaned against th e bars. To M a tt’s astonishm ent he fell through the bars. H e got up and started to rum m age through th e castle. M att cam e to a room with hundreds of m onsters in it. H e decided to eavesdrop on them . M att found out that the m onsters w ere making a m achine th a t could destroy the world! H e needed a plan to m ake the m achine backfire. M att decided th at he could destroy the machine by sneaking out at night an d putting catsup in the end of the machine. So when it was night, M att sneaked out and cam e to the m achine. H e decided to put catsup and slime in.

In th e m orning he woke up and saw the m onsters cheering and clapping. So M att looked through the window. H e saw that the slime had turned the world into a green ball. M att also saw that there were no trees and no living things on earth...

I w oke up a t sunrise. T he sun was just barely floating above the blue horizon. I still couldn’t believe I had joined the Navy, and my captain was the well-respected Francis D rake. I was his servant, but I still worked as a soldier. In about twenty days we w ere out o f the A tlantic. W e raided towns on the coast of South A m erica. W e stole food and rum . In a few m ore days we went through the Strait of M agellan. The giant waves sm ashed against the side of the boat. A m an fell off th e side of the boat and was swept away by a huge wave. T hen I fell and knocked my head on the w ooden deck.

I w oke up in D ra k e ’s quarters on a bed. D rake asked me in a low voice, "How is your head?"

I said, "Fine."

T hen I heard the lookout yelling, "Galleon! P repare for battle!"

I grabbed my cutlass and my pistol. W e fired cannons and shot bullets at them .

W e sailed close to the ship. I was first to dive onto the deck. I w ounded five soldiers.

I stole lots of treasures. T hat night we c ele b ra te d . In one year we w ere back in •England.

■ZIA" - C H A PTE R 30 Today was the tenth day of my journey. I missed my brother, bu t I knew I would be fine. I was getting hungry so I looked for some berries to eat. I could see that R ontu-A ru was also very hungry so I got the long stick with the string I had brought to fish for R ontu-A ru.

A fter we got food for ourselves, I decided we should look for a place to sleep. W e found a nice place under a big oak tree behind a bush of brambles.

In the m iddle of the night, I heard a brushing of leaves and I woke up. W hen I sat up, I saw a big brown baby bear. His eyes were watery, and he was whim pering and holding his left hind leg. I walked over to the baby b ear and saw that it had a thorn * stuck in its paw. I pulled the thorn out, and I built a little bed out of th e bushes so he w ouldn’t get pricked ag ain r I decided to call him Shaba. I called him Shaba because that was my favorite nam e for an animal.

T he next m orning I saw the tree m ark that m eant we w ere close to the village. We cooked som e berries for breakfast and started to run n earer to the hill the village was on.

By sundown I could see the tops of the little houses, but we decided to sleep in the forest one m ore night. * T he next m orning we got some berries for breakfast and started to walk again.

Soon we could see th at we were walking on the trail into the village. In the village everybody crowded around us. I saw my best friend, Ana. I asked about Uncle A rturo, but she said he had died of food poisoning. They gave us a hut to sleep in and spm e food to eat, and they said that the next morning we would have a big fiesta.

O ne dark, gloomy Friday the thirteenth, in 1892, Emily Garland’s parents were attending a party.

Emily was alone in her house. An owl hooted outside. When it began to rain, she felt lonely. She w ent to the window. She could faintly see the gnarled oak tree, whose branches clawed at the window.

Beyond, she saw the old graveyard where her secretive, mean murderous uncle had been buried a m onth ago today.

Em ily often got ideas that scared her silly. She looked out the window again, and her brain began working. She thought she heard footsteps in the hall. She turned around and saw nothing. She decided whatever it was had gone outside. Soon she became brave enough to find out who or what had m ade the footsteps.

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She went to the graveyard and unlatched the gate. She heard the footsteps again. She knew the person was large because the ground sucked at his feet. Suddenly two cold hands grasped her! She felt a large pain in her back. The last sound she heard was the village clock striking one. The hand tightened around her neck, and she blacked out.

W hen her parents came home, they could not find Emily. When at last they found her she had been stabbed in the back! H er parents called many famous detectives to find the thing who had killed her. How had it killed her without leaving any footprints in the muddy ground? W ho killedjier still rem ains a mystery.

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TH E JOURNEY OF FERDINAND MAGELLAN I woke up one night and I heard waves splashing on Qur ship. We had a great storm. The waves crashed severely all around us. I went on deck and I saw my captain, Ferdinand Magellan, wearing a medallion that was his hope for good luck. I ran back to my cabin and pulled the covers over my head.

The next morning the storm was over and we were heading west.

Days later we got to the Philippines and two of our boats crashed but the others were fine.

My captain died in the Philippines. He had a gunshot in his left arm. When we landed in the Philippines that summer we met some natives but we got into a little fight. Joso Cono killed my captain. We dug a grave for him in the Philippines.

We were still trying to find a shorter way through the continent. We had a long way to go through the Pacific and some of our men died. But I was one of the lucky ones. We found a strait and we named it after our captain, Ferdinand Magellan.

When our orew finally got back to Spain, my mother and father were so glad to see me they did anything I wanted for the rest of the day. But the Magellan family noticed that Ferdinand Magellan

HOW OBSIDIAN WAS MADE One day Rocksham, the God of the rocks, looked down at the earth. He thought all the people on the earth were happy. But they really weren’t. So one day one of the people came out to tell him they wanted a new kind of rock that was different from the others. So Rocksham said he would try to get one.

One day when R o im was looking at his mirror, he was thinking about the people. One of this servants came in and accidently dropped some black paint. Rocksham told him never to do it again.

Then when the servant was leaving, he slipped on the black paint and fell into the mirror and broke it.

Then the mirror shattered everywhere. All the glass was black from the paint, a Then Rocksham thought of the people. He promised the people he would have a new rock by today. So he took the black glass to the people and called it Obsidian. That’s why its nickname is

SEA OVER CALIFORNIA le ago California was only water. Only water animals roamed the sea on top of California. One day the four gods up high looked down at this sea. They called out to the great blue whales of the Pacific Ocean. There were only five big adults and one middle-aged one with tons of babies. The four gods put the big ones on the sea over California. They did not cover all of it. So they put the middle-agedone on, but it still didn’t cover it all. At last they put the babies on, but there were extras, so they swam away. When the gods spread dirt over the w hiles then, they stopped moving and made California and about six other islands close by. Most of the whales that made California spouted and made lakes. Sometimes they didn’t do it hard enough and then it made mountain ranges.

HOW LAKE TAHOE WAS M ADE The Grej x e up and looked down and saw the great California that he had made. H e thought, I need a big lake. California is too plain. H e thought and thought till he finally had an idea. He let some of the water from the ocean come in by putting his big thumb and pressing down on the land so water flowed in. That is how what we now call Lake Tahoe was made. But the G reat Spirit did not have a name. H e asked the Blue Jay. The Blue Jay said, "Ask the fish of the sea."

The fish said, "Ask the great bear that you have made. H e is the one who fishes there." H e asked the bear, and the bear said, "Why don’t you call it Lake Teehee?"

The G reat Spirit said, "No, something that you and all the animals would like."

So the bear said, "How about Lake Tahoe? Lake Tahoe means beautiful lake."

The G reat Spirit said, "Good. That is what we will call it."

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I was aw akened by the bells ringing for church. I got my clothes on, grabbed my 3ible, and w ent to awake my brother Julio.

M y nam e is Leean. I live at the Santa B arbara Mission. My m other died w hen I was little so now I live with my father and my brother.

"We b e tte r get going or we will be late for church," I said to my brother.

W e started walking to church. W hen we got there it had already started and I said to my b rother, "I knew we would be late!"

I w ent dow n the aisle and sat down next to my friend, Christy. She saw me, nodded h e r head, and looked back at the front of the room. She did not say "hi" because last tim e she said "hi" the father (padre) did not approve o f h er talking in a service.

A fter th e service my brother and I changed because we would b e working hard th a t day. T h e re was going to be a fiesta that night for one of the padres.

W hen I got to the place where the fiesta would be everything was already in action. P eople w ere very busy! I help cook food for fiestas.

L a te r th a t night we had the fiesta. It was great. T here was dancing and food. W e had tortillas and drinks. The padre gave a speech saying how thankful he was to have^ friends like us. It was great!

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„ _ n u i j i P ' O nce at m idnight when the bright m oon had a small black cloud in front o f it, a flash o f lightning struck and a shower of rain cam e down on the old house. T he windows ra ttle d as the rain cam e down on them . T he rain m ade a lot o f racket as it splashed off the ro o f with a big gust of wind. T he big old oak tree swayed in th e wind. Suddenly the lightning struck a high branch on the tree, and it fell to the ground. Soon, th e rain died down. The black clouds passed the m oon as they passed th e city, going to the next one. The m oon was still bright.

T h e next night two m en w ere driving in very cold w eather. They stopped at the house and w ent in. It seem ed so nice to them that they slept there.

O n e o f them got up in the night. H e was just looking at the ceiling w hen he heard footsteps. T hey cam e closer to him. Suddenly they stopped. T hen he heard a voice laughing, and hands grabbed him by the neck.

H e was buried in the graveyard next to the house. The city is now deserted where th e old house is. It is heard that the city is now haunted by the ghosts of th e people w ho w ere in th a t graveyard!

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[BonnTGermany O n Friday, April twenty-first, Hansel^ "^and Gretel, the well-known brother anc sister, were found dead in their San’ Francisco Bread Crumb apartment.

These two had been responsible for the^ incarceration of the notorious witch, H anna the Canna. Their French maid, Evana, found them shot on their marble ’ floor at about 9:15 that morning. She claims she immediately called the police after discovering the bodies.

Officials have stated that Hanna, who] was recently paroled from her twentythree year sentence, might have committed this deadly crime. They also say if she is convicted she will spend life in prison, without chance of parole!

At this time no one has reported' sighting this suspected killer. If you have seen her, please notify the police or call I 1 | K C Oi.N.V.I.C.T.a v iC l> E M .

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Yesterday Chinese authorities discovered a dwarf, -recognized as Rumplestilskin, lying in a Chinese junk.

He had been last seen in Atherton having a fit. A little girl named Alexis reported, "The fit was about a lady knowing his name, so he couldn’t have her baby.

Rumplestilskin was so mad that he stomped his way to China without knowing it."

Now doctors say he will have to have surgery on his feet. They say he might die if he keeps walking around.

Rumplestilskin was interviewed. He said, "My feet hurt and I want that baby.”

That was all he said. It took a long time to get Rumplestilskin in a wheelchair.

Rumplestilskin is 5,555 years old, but for his he is still healthy except lor n feet.

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SHIP MASTER’S JOURNAL January 7,1578 I just woke up. I am very tired because I was up all night helping my captain, Francis Drake, and his crew fight the Spanish. The crew was eating dinner when the Spanish made a surprise attack.

Right when I heard the Spanish had attacked, I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. All of a sudden an idea popped into my mind. I ran and got a pistol from my cabin. Right after I shot my first bullet, I saw a bullet coming right at me! The next thing I knew, I was in the doctor’s quarters having my foot examined. It turns out I was shot in the middle of my foot. I had to lie in bed for two weeks. Oh, by the way, we won the battle and seized two boats and got treasures, like silk, and spices.

Five Months Later: It’s June 4,1578, and my birthday’s in five days! I can’t wait! They are going to have a big party for me because I’m the Master of the ship. By the way, my foot is as good as new. It turns out we are going to be back in England one day before my birthday so I will have an even bigger party!

We were only about five or six miles away from England when we met another ship. We had only been fighting them about twenty minutes when they realized we were too tough for them so they went away.

It’s June 9,1578, and I’m in the middle of my party. And believe me, it’s a great one!

O c to b er 20,1519: W e left Spain just one hour ago. I was in the galley cooking for th e next m eal. W e are going to have spaghetti. Everybody has to have a little bit of sauce because I did not bring much in the first place.

I am the cook, and th e great m aster of the ship is M agellan. It is very hard and takes a short am ount o f tim e to cook on a ship because I have to use a fire to h eat things and everything spills all over the place, from the ship rocking back and forth.

F ebruary 4, 1520: T h e sam e routine has gone on for days and days and days, but lots o f people have died from scurvy because I am running out of fresh food.

A pril 4,1520: Today I heard a noise coming from outside so I ran out, and th ere on th e horizon was land. I was so, so excited. Now, here I am sitting on this place w riting in my journal. It is an island in the Pacific Ocean.

A pril 5,1521: Today was the worst day of my life. M agellan died in a battle. A club struck his foot and th e natives killed him.

A pril 10,1521: I am on the only ship going back to Spain. I survived. T h ere are only

M ADM AN ;ht. The gusty wind had frostbitten the tip of my nose. O n the street w ere th e scary shadows of hum an figures. T hunder was cracking, and I was alm ost paralyzed with fear when I saw a m an in front of m e on th e curb. H e w ore a dark black cloak, and he had burly arms, and it looked like he had only one hand.

T h e m an o p en ed his cloak. Inside something was glowing, like evil spirits. H e laughed loudly saying, "They’ll never get me."

W hen I saw this I knew it was up to me to save Palo Alto. I had practiced karate and I had gotten really good at it.

T h e next day I started to look for the m an in the dark cloak. Finally I found him. I hit him with my fist. H e fell to the ground, but then he split in two. I hit him again.

H e split in three. This tim e I hit him as hard as I could, and he becam e one person again. H e fell to th e ground and was dead. I was a hero.

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W ITCH WANTED IN SLEEPING BEAUTY CASE Police yesterday issued a bulletin warning citizens to be on the lookout for Wicked Witch Wanda. She is accused of casting a spell on Sleeping Beauty, at P.B.S. Castle in Menlo Park. Sleeping Beauty is in a deep peaceful sleep, in the fourth grade classroom.

T hree days ago police interviewed three fairies, North, West, and East.

North said, "I was driving by in my new red, hot, Fairy Corvette, when I heard a scream and a crash. I drove away as fast as I could."

Then W est said, "I was next door when I heard the same thing North heard. I thought it was some kids playing in the old castle."

A fter West, East said, "I happened to see the witch give Sleeping Beauty four slimy green sleeping pills. So I called the police."

Detective Prince, head of detectives, is on the case. Everything is going fine except Prince can’t figure out how to awaken her.

Prince said, "Call 398-5699 if you have any suggestions as to how to awaken her."

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HANSEL AND GRETEL MISSING February 13,1873 Hansel and Gretel were reported missing yesterday afternoon at 4:13 in the deep, dark woods.

At 4:47 the police came to their father’s house. He gave a description of Hansel and Gretel, and the police went out looking for them. So far they have not found them....

The woodcutter was interviewed. He said, "When I saw my wife taking the children into the woods I ran after them, but my wife pulled them away and ran .with them. That night she did not come back to the house and I know why...." In answering further questions, he said that his wife did not like the kids so she wanted to take them into the deep dark woods and lose them. Detective Homes is trying to figure out this hard-to-solve

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MURDERED PIG On April 1st, 1992, the pig with the house of straw was murdered and the house was blown over. Detective Brown reported that it looked like the work of Sammy the wolf. The pig with the house of sticks was the bait in Detective Brown’s master plan to catch Sammy the wolf, the famous outlaw. The pig with the house of sticks is too scared and said, "What if the plan backfires? Then I will be bacon and eggs."

Police are now going to use the pig with the house of bricks for bait so when the wolf tries to blow it up there will be a bomb with enough power to blow him to Mars. The police say, "The motive was, dinner."

The relatives are seeking reve;

On the night of January 2, 1984, an old lady’s remains were found outside of her gingerbread house. Police believe she was murdered. The murderer’s name is still unknown, but the police have an idea. They think it was Hansel and Gretel, but they are not sure.

Hansel and Gretel were questioned, but all they said was, "We were taking a walk in the park. We didn’t do it."

Yet witness John K. Chuck, a woodcutter, said that he saw Hansel and Gretel push an old witch into a microwave oven at three-hundred degrees!

The mystery is still unsolved. Police are investigating and need further information. Because they are the main suspects, Hansel and Gretel are now in the county jail awaiting trial.

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It was April Fool’s Day and I felt like doing someThing me3TT Of course this mean trick had to be played on my brother, so while my brother was gone I decided on a plan.

My brother’s bed is very good for short-sheeting, I thought as I carefully folded the blue and white checkered sheet. Oh yeah, and after I short-sheeted it, I coated the inside of his bed with honey. I also glued all of his stuffed animals to the ceiling of his closet with the glue for his new model .airplane. Then I thought one more thing would be nice. So I slowly poured a whole bucket of *watered down super glue into a pail of my sister’s Tinker Toys, and set it on the top of the door. Then vhen I thought everything was in order, I hid behind my brother’s dresser to watch the results.

As my brother came into his room, the Tinker Toys didn’t fall. Ohh!! That made me mad!!!

That was it. The game was over now, I thought, as I started to sneak out of the room. But then I heard an "(5)!*?’' from my brother and I turned around to see what had happened; I saw my brother standing behind me with his hands on his hips, and a teddy bear glued to his head. I ran out of the door without touching it, knowing that if I did I would get half a gallon of gluey Tinker Toys on my head.

My brother swung open the door to chase me, and I turned around just in time to see thew hole bucket of sticky Tinker Toys ooze onto his head.

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VANILLA ICE This was the worst night of my life! I, Ted Holloway, was chosen for the New York Times to interview Mr. Vanilla Ice. I was waiting at the Twenty One Club when all of a sudden I heard shrieking and I knew it was he. He bolted in the door and locked it. He had on an outrageous outfit of purple baggy pants, a leather jacket saying "Property of M.C. Hammer," and nothing on his chest.

While he sat down next to me, he ordered a Coke. Then, the waiter brought the drink. He asked me if I was Mr. Holloway. I said, "yes" and started on my interview.

"How is it to be the idol of so many people?"

"It feels great just having people screaming for me, Ice." "If you could do anything for the world, what would it be?"

"Well, stop war and make peace."

"What was your real name?"

"This is an embarrassing question, but Robert Van Winkle."

"How does it feel to be the only white rapper?"

"Well, it isn’t as bad as you think. I have fun with rapping."

"Not" I said to myself.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

Then, the waiter came and asked if we wanted to eat.

I said, "No," because this was just a quiet place to interview him.

He said that we couldn’t sit there if we were not going to eat, so we left. The worst night of my life as over, and I would never be able to eat at the Twenty One Club again.

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THE OLD INVENTOR There was once an old inventor who loved to invent all sorts of unnecessary devices. He created gadgets but nobody used them.

One day he was trying to design a lamp, but when he lit the match he burned his finger and dropped it on the floor.

A great fire started, first burning the floor, then the walls, and then the ceiling. The inventor became so tense, he just stood there, not able to think.

Alas, the poor old inventor was burned with all of his inventions. No one knows what he could have invented to help the world. It just goes to show that necessity is not the mother of inventions yet^ we invent many unnecessary things.

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THE SPARROW’S CRASH There was once a sparrow that always flew fast through the trees. His parents told down, but he never did.

One day, when he was zooming through the trees, he thought he would come so tree that his wing would touch the bark. He didn’t see a tree coming up after this oak head upon it.

After rubbing his head he thought, "That was a lot of fun except for my crash. I’ll try again."

He stood up and flew much faster this time and crashed just like before but with a little more pain.

After that the sparrow never flew fast through the trees and never crashed again.

The moral is: Two wrongs can make a right.

Todd Iwamoto

SLIMY SNAILS

son&. But what? Then an idea It was April Fool’s Day and I had to do something rotten to someoriE. ^ popped into my head. I raced outside with a bag and collected all the garden snails I could find. I came back in the house and crept into my sister’s room. I put about three slimy snails under her pillow and I used the rest of them to add slime to her covers. I watched their tiny bodies slide over her covers, leaving their tracks of slime behind them. When I had finished my plan I knew I would be laughing very hard.

I waited in my room for her to come home from ^ friend’s house. Finally, I heard the door slam open. I couldn’t wait to see her in the morning.

The next morning I was the first one up. When im^sister came down to breakfast, I asked how she had slept. She said she didn’t sleep all that well. I waited to tell her when she had eaten her breakfast and was going upstairs to her room. Before she was half way out the kitchen door, I burst out laughing. I told her I had put snails in her bed for April Fool’s Day. First she was speechless. Then she ran into her room and looked under the pillow. There were the three lifeless snails. They were all smashed. f f j e. That day she took about She couldn’t believe her eyes! She screamed and start twenty showers. That was the best trick I ever played on someone.

[THE TIGER, THE BULL, AND THE DOG One day the Dog and the Bull were fighting over the attention of the Tiger. She was very beautiful.

The bull wanted to have a battle with Dog to see if she would love either of them. The Dog was a peaceful animal. He did not want to fight,.

They all met the next day to discuss things. Once the Bull arrived, they left for lunch. They ate at the restaurant that the Tiger chose. The bull, a vegetarian, hated the food so much he almost burst.

He managed to keep a faint smile on his face. He began to think he couldn’t stand it much longer.

He became angrier and angrier and angrier at the Tiger. He then stood up and tried to ram both of them with his horns. The Dog grabbed the Tiger and moved her out of the way. The Tiger loved the^ ^Dog for the good deed he had done. One month later the Tiger and the Dog got married.

Moral: Kindness works better than severity.

Mike Zappert'

the sunset starts, it steals the lightfrom the sky to make its red glow.

Theforestfloor. It’s like a brown and green heavj It shines with splendor.

Aaron Goldman

Ahsan Malik

On the banks of the Swalzy Lake there was a fawn named Holly, who was the most beautiful of all the deer. She was always bragging about herself and said she could do anything.

One day a monkey came to the Swalzy Lake. Every day she would swing from tree to tree and all the animals would "ooh" and "ahh" except for Holly. She would just sit there and say, "I can do that too!"

One day the monkey, who had heard what Holly had said, asked Holly if she would like to have a contest to see who was better at swinging from tree to tree. Holly said she would.

On the day of the contest, all the animals were up bright and early. They all wanted to watch the tournament.

First the monkey swung from tree to tree. It looked so easy.

Then Holly tried. But she couldn’t swing. She tried and tried. All the animals laughed and jeered With tears in her eyes, Holly crept away.

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Moral: The best in the world make the hard look easy.

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MY LUNCH WITH SADDAM

I was at the airport waiting for Saddam. All of a sudden, "Hcternck!" echoed through the terminal.

I jumped, turned around, and there he was, Saddam Hussein and his interpreter. He was wearing his war costume and beret. I was wearing black sweats.

We decided to consume our lunch at Jack in the Box. I ordered a salad, and Saddam ordered three ham and turkey melts! I wasn’t surprised at his breaking the Muslim religion’s taboo. I quickly asked this question, "Why did you start the war?"

"Rn ft gk," he whispered.

"I felt like it," the interpreter interpreted.

The next question I asked like this: "Could you be making atomic weapons?"

"Hnd kr 1," he casually let out.

The interpreter blurted, "Maybe," very quickly.

All of a sudden a man in a plaid shirt and levis yelled at Saddam, "Hey fatso, why’d ya kill all my friends?"

Saddam jumped up, very offended, and pulled out an Iraqi handgun. His interpreter calmed him down. But he was still jumpy.

After that I decided that he should leave about then. So I escorted him to his private plane, and he flew off into the distance.

After that I felt even stranger about Saddam Hussein.

Zac Selmon

There once was a poor, old farmer. The only animals he owned were a horse and pig. One day the poor, old farmer came home with more food than he had ever had before and enjoyed a nice dinner.

He was sure not to forget to feed his animals. He gave them plenty of food. While the farmer was sleeping after his dinner, the horse said, "I am not getting enough food."

Then the pig muttered, "I am kind of hungry, too." So they went into their farmer’s house and grabbed all the food they could handle.

The next day the old farmer woke up feeling hungry. He looked through his cupboard to find some food, but there wasn’t any left. The old farmer thought to himself, "It must be my animals." The old farmer first went to the pig.

The pig said, "I did it, and I am truly sorry."

The old farmer said, "You are forgiven. I know you couldn’t eat all that food by yourself." Then the farmer went to the horse.

"Have you eaten any of my food?"

"No," declared the horse.

"I know that the pig couldn’t eat all that food. You must have eaten some of it," said the farmer.

"You are lying."

Later on, while the pig was eating good food, the horse had nothing to eat.

Moral: Honesty is the best policy.

YELLOW Yellow is a tennis ball Bouncing against the wall It is a yellow bath tub moving Out of the hall.

Yellow is a light color you see On a baby’s wall Or a big yellow brass tube In symphony hall.

Yellow is the color of a tack board In Mrs. Doss’s Homeroom wall With maps from low to tall.

Yellow is the color of the bee With black rings here and there.

Yellow is the color of the pollen from the trees Merely floating with the breeze.

Yellow is not black; it’s not blue It’s not red.

Yellow is the color yellow.

And only the rings of the bee And a yellow brass tube is yellow.

HERONE A Great white heron A crane, an egret, a stork My heron, Herone.

Against the gray sky You can barely see Herone, White and graceful bird.

Taking off inflight Heroneflaps beautiful wings To another tree.

Kurt Tenenbaum

WHAT IS BROWN? Brown is beautiful, Brown is neat.

It’s the color of the earth That you walk on with your feet.

It’s a step before black.

Brown can be you, It can be your pet.

This color can be Your brother, and Even your sister.

It tastes like icky goo, And smells like that, too.

Brown is chocolate.

To me brown is special.

Brown is the color of me.

A pine on the side Opposite my large birch tree, The treefo r Herone.

I went in my house For the night, Herone still in Our tree. Bye Herone.

I woke up the next Morning, Herone still in the Tree. Good-byeforever.

Allison Bird

I’m dizzy! I’m dizzy! I’m dizzy! Stop, I thought to myself.

Champion figure skater Kristi Yamaguchi was spinning rapidly on the frosty ice, and I was dizzy.

H er sweaty feet were inside me. She wiggled her toes which tickled a lot. The ice was cold, and I was, too. I longed for her to stop. O f course, she wouldn’t stop because she was skating for the gold medal at the Olympics.

She was going into a triple lutz! Where was the ground? I couldn’t see it! Aaaaaah! Down!

Down! Get me down to the ground, I thought. Oof! That was a hard landing! It was the end, and my blade was frozen! My blade was irritated, too, from scraping against the ice. For all that I’m going through, she better win, I thought. Well, she received almost perfect scores which put her in first place.

The suspense was killing me! I had been waiting in Kristi’s dressing room for ten minutes, but it seemed like ten years! While I waited, she massaged the ice off my blade.

Finally! The results! I had won! I mean, we had won!

On the first place box a gold medal was being presented to Kristi. Not more weight! That medal weighed a ton! Oh well, it was worth it!

Allison Bird

THE LION’S WISH One day an old lion was basking under a tree in the forest. He let out a roar and all the animals began laughing. He said to himself, I wish I could get some attention.

Just then some trappers came through the forest looking for a lion to take to fight the gladiators.

So the trappers netted him and took him to the arena in Rome.

The minute the lion stepped out into the crowd-filled arena the gladiator slew the lion. The lion was the joke of the town because he was killed so easily.

The moral is: We would often be sorry if our wishes came true.

Jack Watts

THE SWIMMER AND THE OCEAN One day a swimmer went to the beach. The lifeguard told the swimmers there had been many people swept away by the tide, and not to go too far away from shore. The swimmer thought, "I can go as far as I want. I’m a great swimmer. I’ll get back."

The swimmer jumped into the water saying, "No tide can sweep me away."

Unfortunately, the god of the sea, Poseidon heard that. He thought, "Someone that conceited should learn from his mistake." So he went off to plan the swimmer’s destruction.

Meanwhile the swimmer was going farther and farther away from shore. All of a sudden a huge wave came down upon the swimmer.

The next day in the newspaper was a short article about a swimmer whose body washed up shore.

Moral: False confidence is the forerunner of destruction.

Ahsan Malik

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MRS. DOSS’S LAST LAUGH What a great day to fool a person! And I wonder who! Let me see, I thought. Ah, I knew who, Mrs. Doss, our fifth grade teacher. Now, first I needed some help. I would ask Jenny and Kelly. I bet they would help me. We needed some plans.

The joke we played on Mrs. Doss involved her purse. She had left her purse in the fourth grade classroom. Mrs. Doss sent me down to look for it. I thought it was a great time to play a joke on her.

I called Jenny and Kelly to come with me. When we went to the fourth grade, it was hard to look for the purse. People were crowded around inside. We found the purse.

I was trying to think of a really funny joke. It took me awhile but finally I knew what to do. I told Kelly and Jenny to act worried. I would do the talking. We kept the purse in good hands. Kelly, Jenny, and I walked back to our class.

I first said, "I went to the fourth grade classroom and didn’t find it."

She was disappointed.

But then I said, "I saw a strange man in the classroom. I think he took it."

Now Mrs. Doss was really worried. This was the time to say it was a joke. Jenny, Kelly, and I said at the same time, "It was a joke!" Mrs. Doss didn’t even say anything. Kelly, Jenny, and I couldn’t help laughing, but Mrs. Doss did not laugh at all.

Connie Tran

DINNER WITH LEE I was about to dine with Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, former Prime Minister of Singapore.

I was interviewing him for the Straits Times. I would ask him why he stepped down, how he had cleaned up the city, what he believed in.

We had dinner at Coffee Tiam, a coffee shop on the second floor of Western Plaza. He came in wearing a white shirt and black trousers. I shook hands with him and led him to a table in the comer.

The table had a candle lighting it up. It was quite dim. People all around us were eating and drinking local favorites. We sat down and ordered. I ordered chin chow and mee Siam. He ordered ice kachang and laksa.

We talked while we waited. I started asking questions.

"Mr. Lee," I began, "Is it true that you believe that a man should marry a graduate lady. Otherwise you won’t have intelligent children."

"Yes, I do believe that, for children usually follow the mother," he replied shortly, fuming at the thought that I did not believe him.

I started again, more meekly this time.

"How did you clean up the city?"

He started to reply when the drink came. He crunched the ice kachang which is ice with colorings and flavors. He ate one of the red beans inside. He munched on it as he muttered rather unclearly, "I thought that Singapore should be a clean developing country."

"Thank you, Mr. Lee," I replied. I jotted this down in my notebook. And that was my interview with Mr. Lee Kuan Yew. .•

MY LIFE AS A CAR ON WHEEL OF FORTUNE

It was the last round of "Wheel of Fortune" and my skin still gleamed from being washed and waxed. I stood proudly on the platform as the turn of a girl named Tracy approached. She was ahead.

The board had "A N APPL A AY K PS T D _ CT _ R A W A Y ."

The category was PHRASE. It was Tracy’s turn.

"I’d like to solve the puzzle, Pat," Tracy said. 'An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

She was right. Vanna White clapped and so did the audience.

Tracy was moving on to the bonus round. She picked the second E for her prize.

R, S, T, L, N, E, now let’s see what Vanna turns over," Pat said. "I need three more nsonants and one more vowel."

C, B, M, and an I," Tracy said. The category was THING and the board had " E N C I L B Tracy was smiling. When the clock started, she said, "Pencil box." Everyone cheered. Pat Sajak opened the envelope. She had won me!

The announcer said, "You’ve just won a brand new Mazda Miata. It’s fire engine red, with a black convertible top, and black leather seats."

She pushed me off the stage and onto the street. She stuck the key in my heart, and turned. It hurt for a second, but then I was humming with delight and we started driving. It was a sunny day, so she stopped to peel my back off. When she steered me, she twisted my lungs, and when she turned, she blinked my eyes. She constantly moved my ears to see what was on the side of her.

From time to time she would leave me in the rain and forget to put my back on. It was fun, though, driving with the top down and feeling the cool breeze, or when it was cold outside, being warm with my back on. There were some bad parts, but I mostly enjoyed my life as a car.

THE FOOLISH DONKEY AND THE GENIE One day a foolish donkey was strolling through the woods and said, "I wish I could have just three wishes." On the spot a genie magically appeared from nowhere and said, "Your wish is my command."

The donkey exclaimed, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! My very own three wishes."

The genie said, "Yeah, and let’s hurry up and get it over with. Do you know how many other people want three wishes?"

"Okay, I’m ready," said the donkey. "I want my very own field with some soft clover, lots of grass, and a little pond." The donkey was suddenly transported into his field, and stood all by himself.

Immediately the genie appeared. "Your second wish, please," commanded the genie.

"Very well, urn, urn," said the donkey trying to think. "I wish all my other friends could be here so I could show off my new home."

"Presto change-o," said the genie.

There was a flash of light and the donkey’s friends were there.

'D uh, what happened?" asked the donkey’s dimwitted friends.

The donkey suddenly said, "I wish the kings of the forest could see me now. Some kings they are."

The mystical genie said as he chuckled softly, "Your wish is my command."

Immediately a pack of snarling mountain lions appeared in the meadow and quickly devoured the donkey and his friends.

That, my friends, is why we would often be sorrv if our wishes come true.

SCHOOL FOR PARENTS A week ago in Mexico City, parents began going to school, and children are teaching them!

This unusual change could bring a new way of life to the u different but better things. In fact just a couple of days ago a his kid!

In an interview, Jose Garcia said, "These kids have chang< have fun with my life and not have to worry about work, keef just wanted to say thanks to all the child’s teachers!

One of the child’s teachers described the problem from th know about parents quitting neatness and being unorganized in our public schools we are going to have a new subject calk have to hope the parents will be themselves again for it’s mal This is a warning to keep close watch of all parents, for thi /^hm f^Jpjphn

CATHY’S IN TROUBLE Cathy slept over at my house last night. I planned to do something evil to her, but what? What was something she hated, her brother? No. Maybe I could put ants in her pants, or something like that. Maybe I could set my dog Buster out to chase her. Then it occurred to me I could put rubber cement on her seat and do all of the above.

I finished setting everything up and about fifteen minutes later she arrived.

I collected a jar of ants. I planned to go to Stanford Shopping Center with Cathy to get the rubber cement.

When Cathy arrived, I told her to leave her bag in my room and to go into the kitchen and wait for me there. "We are going to Stanford Shopping Center," I said. She hesitated but finally felt. I quickly ran into my room and grabbed the jar of ants and poured them into Cathy’s bag. The ants crawled every which way. They scurried into her clothes and raced into a small hole in Cathy’s brush, where a bristle had fallen out. The ants also ran into Cathy’s toothpaste holder because the cap on it l was very loose. Everything was going great until I heard Cathy’s footsteps. I quickly zipped up Cathy’s bag and screwed the lid on the jar.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my mom’s car. We finally reached the shopping center. I jumped out of the car and my mom said she would pick us up in about an hour and a half.

Cathy and I wandered from store to store. It was about 12:00 in the afternoon and Cathy and I planned to eat then.

I told Cathy to go wait in line and I would save a seat. I had brought some super glue and some rubber cement. There was only one table left. It was a table for six. I couldn’t decide which chair t< put the glue on, so I put the glue on all of them except for my chair. I sat and waited for Cathy to come. Finally she came (it seemed like a year)! I snickered when she sat down.

My cheeseburger tasted fine. I took a long time to eat, just to make sure the glue was totally dry.

When I was done I said, "Come on, Cathy. Let’s go." I leaped up, and when I did I noticed Cathy was having a lot of trouble getting up. There was a hole the size of Mt. Shasta. Everyone in McDonald’s stared at Cathy, but then my mom walked in and Cathy signaled her over.

My mom said, "I thought I’d find you two here."

Then Cathy said, "My pants were stuck and they tore." a My mom smiled and told me she’d be right back with Cathy’s clothes. Cathy changed into her other clothes (which were now crawling with ants), and scratched the whole way home.

Kelly Rigg

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It was April Fool’s Day, and Steph and Cathy were over at my house to spend the night. Oh, and my nine-year-old cousin Sarah was visiting us so she was there, too.

It was a pretty normal sleepover at first. You know, we ate pizza, called boys, rented "Ghost," laughed, fought, the kind of stuff girls do at sleepovers. It was fun, at least until Sarah got bored watching "The Little Mermaid," and came downstairs into the room where we were. It was about midnight and we had been gossiping when she scampered down the stairs, plopped herself down on the floor, and said, "So, what are you guys talking about?^ "Go away, you little pest!" I said angrily.* "No," she said, "and just to make you mad, I’m going to sleep down here."

Oh! She thinks she’s so cool now that she has a perm! Wait! I know! Then I said, "Why we’d love to have you sleep down here!"

My friends looked at me very strangely. Little did they know that I had a plan.

After Sarah fell asleep, I told Steph and Cathy my plan. Steph thought it was a great plan, but Cathy said she didn’t want to get involved, and soon after, she went to sleep right next to Sarah.

We didn’t let that bother us. We snuck into the kitchen and chose the supplies we would need.

We crept into the den where Sarah and Cathy were sleeping. Uh-oh!!! Sarah and Cathy both have the same colored hair, they both have perms, they both have the same color sleeping bags (purple), and their faces were buried in their pillows. We couldn’t tell them apart. We picked the one we thought was Sarah and put whipped cream in her hair, tomato sauce all over her sleeping bag, and then we brought out the scissors. One by one the curly locks of hair fell to the ground. Sarah, at least we thought it was Sarah, never woke up. That was strange because I always thought she was a light sleeper. Oh, well!

In the morning, we realized we’d made a big mistake. After that incident, Cathy wouldn’t talk to us for a month, although everyone was commenting on how much they liked her new hair-do.

Robin Hindery ,

THE FOOL AND THE SAGE There was once a wise man and a fool. The wise one went for a walk on a quite warm day and, seeing a pool of water, jumped in. During his swim, he noticed an alligator in the pond. He thought that the alligator wouldn’t harm him so kept on with his swim.

Later on, the fool came along, and the first man asked him to join him on such a hot day. The fool agreed, and, upon jumping in, the alligator swam after them. The sage noticed him just in time and warned the fool. They hopped out just to find the alligator reaching the shore.

The next day was blistering hot and the wise man started on his habitual afternoon walk. As he reminisced about yesterday’s adventure, he thought of what a fool he was not to get out of the pool when he first saw the alligator.

Along the walk, he came to the pool and saw the fool taking a light swim. The fool bellowed, "I was so wise to take that swim yesterday. It refreshed me, plus it was adventurous." Before he could finish, the alligator had gobbled him up.

It is better to be a wise man who thinks he is a fool than a fool who thinks he is wise.

Andrew Doss

l MY REVENGE - I M EAN... BACKFIRE It was Monday, the day that everything always goes wrong. I was hoping that Jack would not see me. I hated Jack. He was the school bully. Yesterday he had given me a black eye. Now was time for my revenge. I sneaked down the hallway of my school, Dingbat Elementary, and I taped something to the back of his shirt in his locker which was always open. After all, this was April Fool’s Day. Monday - 4:30 P.M. Jack was tired. He had just done one hundred push-ups for teasing somebody in basketball practice. He put on his shirt. HA! I’ve got him this time, I thought as I peered from behind my locker. As usual, Jack had put on his shirt backwards. Now the taped sign was stuck to the front of his shirt! It said: HELLO! I’M A DORK! PUNCH ME! As usual, he banged his basketball against the wall and paid no attention to his shirt. I signaled to my friends. They looked at Jack and started laughing. The teachers came by, wondering what the heck was going on. When the teachers saw the sign they started laughing, too.

"What’s your problem?" he asked angrily. He looked down at his shirt. He finally saw the sign.

His face could have soured milk chocolate! He ran down the hall.

As he zoomed away he shouted, "I’ll get you for this!"

Success!

Tuesday - 3:30 P.M. School was over. I walked to my locker. I opened it to get out my homework.

Suddenly a big boxing glove swung from the locker and hit me right in the nose! Then about thirty worms slid out of the locker and squished all over my face!

Boy, Monday had been like an excellent birthday party compared with today!

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"Dam it," said Bettv Crocker to Mrs. Smith. 1always run out of Crest toothpaste when Longs is closed. "Well," said Mrs. Smith. "1 have a date with Orville Redenbacher and you think you are unLuckv. We are going to play Bingo and Monopoly in one night. Boy, am I sorry I have to go."

Ding-Dong. "Oh, no, he is here. Well, I will see you Now or Later," said Mrs. Smith, and off they went. Boy, was it a boring evening, and Orville Redenbacher smelled of Old Spices from his new popcorn. To prove for Sure how boring it was we were home just After Eight, He took me the Safeway to his house. He had a Dove nest on his window sill. He spent a long time Dialing for a servant to come with coffee. He had a Luckv Strike in Bingo but I convinced him to play Monopoly. After that he realized I was bored so we went to AM . P.M to buy Old Golds but they were no longer in existence. The .Gap in our ages led to a Domino effect that ended the date at eight o’clock when I slammed the door in his face.

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V 'W / V W '' A night I’ll never forget is the night I had dinner with Kirk Cameron!! He picked me up in his flashy new Porsche convertible, and we left for dinner at the most elegant French restaurant money can buy. When the maitre d’ seated us at the red, white, and blue tableclothed table, I anxiously waited for him to bring up something to talk about. When he didn’t I nervously asked him, "How’s... uh... your show going, Growing Pains?"

"Well, we’re working on some new episodes for the fall, so they’re only playing reruns on T.V.," Kirk said. Gosh, he was extra adorable in his black suit with his polka-dot tie.

After he told me that, he excused himself to go to the men’s room. While he was out, the waiter came, and I didn’t know what to order for us, so I told him that we’d order later.

Kirk came back a couple of minutes later, and when he did, all these incredibly gorgeous girls came up to him and asked for his autograph. He looked at me and said, "Sorry, girls. I’ll have to do it some other time. I’m very busy right now." All the girls sighed when he walked back to the table.

When the waiter came back, Kirk ordered. I wasn’t paying attention because I was too busy watching his dreamy eyes sparkling in the dim light. Then he ordered two cokes. That part I heard because I was dying of thirst. Then we were silent for about thirty long seconds that seemed more like thirty long minutes.

"Do you, umm... have any siblings?" he asked.

Siblings! All along I thought he was just a big_ kid! But he’s not. He’s a real gentleman. Thank goodness!

"Yeah, I have two brothers. One’s birthday was this month, on the 7th of September. Do you have any siblines?" There, I tried the word out. I could tell he was impressed.

"I have one sister on the show Full House, Candace Cameron."

That’s right. D.J. on Full House.

"Yeah, that’s a great show. Don’t ya’ think?"

He nodded his head. Good thing we were hidden in the back of the restaurant, or people would have constantly kept coming up to him and sighing over him (hopefully girls would be sighing over him, not boys)!

The food came next, and I saw what he had ordered!

"Escargots!!" I screamed. Oh no! I hadn’t meant to scream. Iw assooo embarrassed.

"I’m so sorry, but escargots is my least favorite food."

"That’s great,” he said. "I was just trying to impress you. I don’t like it either, so how about Burger King?" he said, relieved.

"Sounds great," I told him. I took his arm, and we were on our way.

He took me home after dinner.

"Thanks, Kirk," I said.

"Sure, Steph," he said, and he drove off.

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WHISTLE-BLOWER JUMPS INTO THE RACE Yesterday in Whistletown, California, Mr. Charles E. Whistleblower was seen jumping into the free-for-all race during the Whistletown’s Annual Fair.

Mr. Whistleblower was in his private box next to the track before jumping out of his seat and landing on the racetrack as the runners came around the bend for the second lap, spectators say.

Mr. Whistleblower sustained minor head injuries and a sore bottom. He is a little on the eccentric side, his close friend, Mr. William Flute said.

Wanda Whistleblower, his wife, said that "Charles (Mr. Whistleblower) has been troubled and depressed recently because he lost a lot of money in a risky investment."

Mr. Whistleblower could not be reached for comment. However, he received a third place ribbon.

Shiyan Koh

WHAT IS BLUE? Blue is the sky On a clear day.

Blue is the sea or the bay.

It is soft It is bright It can be just right.

Blue are some eyes It can be cool.

It can be cold and sometimes bold It is the ocean In the Arctic.

The sound of the breeze The smell of the trees.

It makes you feel wonderful and neat, In a way that lifts you off your feet.

Naomi Bostic

WHAT IS BLUE? Blue is the ocean, The sky, My overalls, < 2 And Blueberry pies.

Blue is a wave, A swim in the sea.

Did and dark; Like the eyes on you and me.

Blue is the way you feel When somebody dies, Dark and sad especially inside.

Blue is the blood, That comes from the rich.

Yet also a uniform, Gone off to war.

(But grey was the color Left in the ditch.)

Blue is the sadness, That comes from these poor, Blue is forever, Look at the sky.

Blue comes once a year, Blue moon pie.

Blue is my favorite, Just short of green.

Plus a little yellow, Yes, Blue is my thing.

Kelly Rigg

It was a dark damp night, no moon, and Avy Alley had no lights. It was the perfect place to pick up the "Ice.'' The price was set, a hundred dollars for an ounce. Steve was receiving thirty ounces of "Ice." H e would be the richest kid in Montgomery High. He’d sell the drugs for two or three hundred dollars. That car in the show room would be his, all his. No more "Dad, can I drive your car? or "Please, just for tonight?" Steve was greedy and he knew it. His family couldn’t buy everything he wanted, but he’d get it anyway.

Steve had arrived an hour early just in case he had heard the time wrong. Finally he heard his watch go off and he knew that the time had come. Three minutes later he heard the dealer. Steve felt his pocket for the money to make sure it was there; it was. The dealer came closer; Steve barely saw what the dealer was wearing. He wore khaki pants and a white shirt.

Steve extended his hand and said, "Hello." The dealer put out his hand, but then Steve heard a click. Steve knew it was handcuffs. The dealer said, "New York Police, section 3A ^arcotics Division.

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A man crept silently and stealthily over his fence into'the wizard’s garden. The man’s wife uv was « 1 _____________a ____ i : . i ____ _____ longing for some plump red radishes, and the wizard’s garden was the only place with radishes for six planets around. When the man was over the sixty foot wall, he started plucking at the largest ones there were. They seemed to cry out, "Take me, take me, please." But the wizard had put a silent alarm system all around all of his plants and so it triggered. He came out of his mansion and made a forcefield around the man. He questioned the man in a booming voice. "What are you doing, and why are you doing it?"

His fellow citizen answered squeakily, "My wife was longing for some radishes so I climbed over the wall to get some from you."

"Well, did you know you are trespassing?" inquired the wizard, spitting as he spoke.

"No," replied the horrified man.

"For payment," demanded the wizard, "you must give me your first-born child."

"Well, all right," promised the man.

When the man’s first-born child came, he named the boy T-Bonezel. At the veiy moment the baby boy was born, the wizard came to collect his reward. After receiving the baby, he sped off in his new BMW toward the World Trade Center in New York. He locked him up on the very top floor.

For twelve years he stayed up on there until along came a man named Gerbil. Gerbil heard TBonezel rapping and thought he was better than the 2 Live Crew. So one day he hid in a car and then along came the wizard. He shouted up to T-Bonezel, "T-Bonezel, T-Bonezel, let down the cord to your stereo!" After the wizard said that, down came a cord and up he climbed.

After the wizard had descended and gone away Gerbil crept up to the building and shouted, T Bonezel, T-Bonezel, let down the cord to your stereo!" Down came the cord and up climbed Gerbil.

The miraculous rapper was so surprised that it wasn’t the wizard he almost fainted. But he came to his senses and rejected Gerbil by hurling him out the window. T-Bonezel shouted after Gerbil, "Go home, Slackness!"

Gerbil fell onto a car. He lay there senseless unaware that a bird had evil thoughts. Then the bird flew by and pecked at Gerbil’s eyes.

After some time Gerbil finally awoke and washed his stinging eyes. But he was blinded. After two days T-Bonezel felt sorry for Gerbil and crept out to search for his corpse. After an hour he found Gerbil lying on a bed in a hobo camp. T-Bonezel felt that Gerbil was a wimp and sent him to his maker.

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The puck was thrown in and all the players lunged forward. Number 99 Wayne Gretzky was bashed in the head with a hockey stick. Wayne, with his short temper, leaped for the guy who hit him. The referees quickly skated ove^to where the fight raged. All of a sudden another guy jumped into the fight and before everyonelcnew ft, all the players scrambled into the fight All the refs, jumped on guys in the fight and triedsto pull them away. After everyone chilled down and the fight ended, fourteen players were sent to the penalty box. The players remaining had to finish the game by themselves. By all the expressions on the crowd’s faces, they really enjoyed the game.

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TH E TURKEYTRINCE | Once upon a modern time, there lived a handsome prince named Jerry. Jerry had too many enemies. Around town, his nickname was "the enemy keeper." Jerry was very spoiled.

One day, a lady merchant came by his town selling T-shirts that said "Ban the Prince." The prince was infuriated by this gesture, and he called his guards and sent them to capture the merchant They rushed to grab the lady merchant and brought her back to the prince’s chambers. The prince saw the poor lady and scolded her.

Then the merchant became angry, saying she had the right to sell the product She turned into a witch and said, "I’ve had it with you and I tried to change you, but my spells never work. I have no choice but to change you into a turkey.."

"Poof." There sat a turkey on the desk. The witch laughed and disappeared.

The guards walked into the room and saw a turkey on the desk. They threw the turkey out of the castle and searched for the prince. The turkey wandered around town and bumped into a princess from the neighboring land, Smucksing. The princess was friendly and picked up the turkey and brought it home.

She cared for the turkey and named it Herman. As the princess grew up, she started to pay less and less attention to the fluffy turkey, and one day she tossed the turkey into the streets. The turkey gobbled in a sad way and started to run. He remembered that in The Frog Prince, a princess kissed the frog, and it turned back into a prince. He waddled to a castle nearby and climbed up the wall to a window. A little child stood there and saw the shivering turkey. She went to the window, picked him up, and took him to a bathroom. She grabbed a cloth, soaked it in warm water, and then laid it on the turkey. The turkey was relieved. A maid came into the room and saw the turkey. She freajced out.

"Princess Melanie, put that creature down!" yelled the maid.

The child set him down and said, "Good-bye, my pet turkey." Then she kissed him.

"Poof!"

The prince became himself again. He climbed down the wall and ran back home.

The court guard looked around and saw Prince Jerry. He was relieved. He took Prince Jerry to his bedroom and asked him what he would like to eat.

"I would like a sandwich," replied the prince.

The guard came back with a sandwich and left him alone. The prince took a bite and said, "Good, it’s a turkey sandwich."

"Poof!"

The guards searched for the missing Prince Jerry until after Thanksgiving when the family next door enjoyed a turkey dinner.

PRINCE'

THE HOUSE ON TENTH STREET Tenth Street was a beautiful street in the suburbs of Vienna, Austria. Many houses on this street had been restored, and they stood with dignity along the oak-groved lane. There was one house that always had its lights off except for the attic window through which an eerie glow shone. No one lived in this house, that is, that is what people thought.

One evening from the house next door, a neighbor, Mrs. Nutti, looked out her window into the dark room of what was thought to be the study. Inside the study a head floated in mid-air. The woman fainted.

The next night the woman looked out her window again. Earlier she had taken Simon’s (g. No More Fainting Pills. As she peered through the curtains, she saw the head again but now more clearly. As she put on her glasses she noticed a knife stabbing all the way through the neck. Sh gasped with terror. Was she imagining?

Days and days passed. Mrs. Nutti decided to go knock on the door in the daylight. She had arranged for a news team to come along with their cameras. She knocked on the rusted knocker of the old, rotted door. The door started to creak and then opened. An old lady appeared in the doorway.

"May I help you?" she asked in a squeaky voice.

"Uhhh... Guten abend," Mrs. Nutti gasped.

"I’m so glad you came to say guten abend for I never get out of the house," the old lady replied.

Then it happened; Mrs. Nutti noticed a cut in the throat of the old woman.

"What are you staring at?" she asked.

"Oh nothing!" Mrs. Nutti replied.

"Well, good-bye, and thank you again for coming by," she exclaimed.

The newscasters slowly walked away. Mrs. Nutti returned to her home. She wondered if she really had seen the head or if she had been dreaming.

That night Mrs. Nutti looked out the window and saw the head again, suspended in air, but underneath there was the body of the old woman waving. The house started to rise above the ground.

The lady remained waving. The house was five feet off the ground now. Underneath the house a cemetery was revealed. Graves covered the foundation. Moss covered the old, engraved tombstones.

"Come and join the deceased," the head started to say.

"Never!" screamed Mrs. Nutti.

Mrs. Nutti felt herself slowly lifted out of her window by some unknown force. She slowly was taken down to the graveyard. There she was buried under a stone with her name on it. She never was to see the light again. The house came down from the air and landed on top of the cemetery.

No one ever saw Mrs. Nutti again. But the old woman’s head still lingers in the house, and now Tenth Street is a giant graveyard. The only problem is that Mrs. Nutti’s grave is gone.

Pleasant dreams, my friends, and hold onto your covers when you sleep and shut your windows tight, for the unknown and deceased linger all through the night.

Jenny Dinsmore

MISSING IN VENICE "I knew he meant it,* the captain muttered.

He’d been in a bad mood ever since he lost control of the ship. At the same time the winds picked up, blowing the ship toward the little canal used for transportation in Venice. ’What? W-who meant what?" asked one of the assistants.

"Last time we stopped, a guy on the dock told me I needed to fix the steering wheel because it was breaking and the winds would pick up near... oh my gosh!" he interrupted himself.

"Get ready for problems," the captain’s assistants yelled to the sailors.

There was a lot of ordering, yelling, and scrambling around.

"Oh d— ...," just then the captain was interrupted by a little child.

"Damerdoodles," supplied the child.

"Why are we just about to go through that canal?" questioned the little boy.

The captain snapped to attention; he had been so worried about crashing into the canal that he hadn’t seen just how close the ship was getting to disaster.

All of a sudden... BOOM! The huge ship pulled further and further into the canaL People on the ship and in the buildings lining the canal were screaming. The people on land were yelling out their windows, not quite grasping what was going on. By now, buildings were falling right and left, chaos filled the air, water from the canal was flying everywhere!

Even with her mighty engines in reverse, the ocean liner pulled further and further into the canaL..

Lindsay Austin

DULCEDOMUM White light pours into the attic. It’s the only thing that fills this vast room. It’s just the right room in which to read and listen to the breeze and bird songs blow in through the skylights. It’s the perfect place to be by yourself; you will never be tired of this room. The only furniture is a medium-sized varnished desk, two dark blue bean bags, pillows of every sort which lie there quietly, never moved, a big storage closet, and the softest carpet. The best time to be in this room is during the rain; it is almost hypnotizing.

Pat Wylie

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BAD CHARACTERS When I was young I wasn’t that bad, but I had one major vice, biting. I would bite everything, my friends, my parents, anything I could put my teeth on, so to speak. Liza, my friend who now lives in New York, spent a lot of time with me. We had lots of fun together. We’d play at the park, go swimming, stuff like th a t One day we were playing together, just sitting around playing with dolls or something of that sort, and I bit her. It must have been pretty hard because it broke the skin. I wasn’t that penitent because I’d done it so many times.

Liza was shrieking when my mom and Debbie Lecher, her mom, came in. My mom was furious with me. Then I knew that Fd done something very wrong, but there was no way I was admitting it.

My mom had a look on her face that I’d never seen before and I hoped I’d never see again. She came closer and closer to me, took my arm, and bit me. I was furious and crying extremely loudh couldn’t believe that my loving, kind mother had bitten me.

Now, everything is fine with Liza and me. I got over biting very quickly after that short t long memorable incident There’s definitely a moral: DO NOT BITE! Kimmy Morris

THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME "On guard, Rainsford"....and with that, Zaroff drew out two swords and thrust one towards Rainsford. He caught it to strike his enemy but Zaroff blocked the blow. This knocked the Russian off balance and he swiped Rainsford on the head with his arm. The bruise did not stop Rainsford from fighting back. He slashed Zaroff on the lip and the murderer tasted the blood that dripped down to his chin. The swords thrashed each other over and over like two dogs fighting.

Zaroff blurted, "You are good, Rainsford. But not as good as I am." And with these words he tore open Rainsford’s with his blade, and the blood-red liquid spurted from Rainsford’s chest. Anger gave Rainsford so much power that he broke the general’s sword. Zaroff cried out and his voice pierced the ears of his adversary. The Russian staggered over to the window where Rainsford stabbed him, then pulled out his sword and watched the blood gush out. The sight was so hideous that Rainsford shoved the body out the window to provide a repast for the hounds. Sleep awaited the victor.

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

Lanli Szeto

THE LEGEND OF YOSEMITE FALLS

Mark Roberts

CINDERMEANIE Once upon a time in a big house, there lived a beautiful, kind woman, her two lovely, sweet daughters, and a horrible, mean, wicked, evil step-daughter. The mother’s name was Izzybelle. The two daughters’ names were Izzy and Belle. The mean step-daughter’s name was Cindermeanie.

Cindermeanie always ordered Izzy and Belle to do chores for her.

One day the duke of the land delivered a telegram to Cindermeanie’s house. It said that the king and the prince were having a ball at the royal palace. Not wanting them to go to it because they were much prettier, Cindermeanie locked Izzybelle, Izzy, and Belle in the attic.

Soon the day came for the royal party. Cindermeanie dressed very fancily for this occasion. She wore the most glamorous earrings and necklaces and other jewelry. Just before she left for the party, she threw more grub into the attic for dinner.

As she walked away, one of her hairpins fell out of her hair. Izzy saw it fall and reached underneath the door for it and barely grabbed iL Izzy waited for Cindermeanie to leave and stuck the hairpin into the keyhole to pick the lock. After they were all out of the room, they left for Tinkerchime’s magic wand store. They each bought a sawed-off shotwand and two-hundred wandum forty-fives for the other guests at the party.

Right when they left the shop, Cindermeanie was making her appearance at the royal palace.

When she walked in everybody looked at her and gasped. The people standing next to her immediately recoiled. Cindermeanie knew that everybody despised her.

Meanwhile, Izzybelle, Izzy, and Belle secretly entered the ballroom of the palace and handed out the wands to everybody and told them to zap Cindermeanie when they gave the signal.

At Izzy’s command the guests started zapping Cindermeanie. The wands screamed as they launched streams of pixie dust at her. Cindermeanie collapsed and was transformed into a frog.

Everybody streaked over to her for a better look. They cheered with joy and they all lived happily ever after.

ME AND MY TEMPER As a young child, I was cursed with a terrible temper. I had a real "attitude"; I was a little monster.

At the age of four I was quite talented in the insult department.

I had asked my mother for a cookie before dinner and she had refused me, which I would not take.

I defiantly marched my chubby little self right out of that kitchen straight into my room and just sat there for three whole minutes (my maximum attention span at the time). Thinking that some retaliation was definitely in order, I stormed back into that kitchen with the perfect insult. Mom, I announced, “you have a fat butt and you’re a bad cooker!"

My mother broke out laughing. My face grew redder and redder and redder till I thought I’d bust, so I toddled out of that kitchen and into my room for plan two. If all else failed I’d give her the silent treatment. That would do the job.

Emily Dirks

THE EMPEROR’S NEW HOUSE ■ "I just have to have a new home!" wailed the Emperor, j r 1 1 "Yes, my King. Tomorrow we will go house hunting," replied a servant.

- J I The very next day, as the grand Emperor rose from bed, his prayer was answered. A loud knock on the door echoed through the ugly old palace. A servant answered the grand door, and standing there was a thin middle-aged man holding a Cornish & Carey "For Sale" sign.

"I will be your King’s real estate agent. The name’s Bob. I have the perfect home."

Later the small group, including the Emperor, his servant, and Bob, was standing in front of what ooked like an empty lot, but Bob claimed, "This is a very special castle. Only if you are a simply ;rand person, can you see this estate."

"Oh, oh, yes, I can see it; uh, yes, it’s beautiful. I just love the windows," said the Emperor, a bit tervous.

"Yes, it’s very majestic," the servant said in a quiet voice.

"We will take it!" cried the Emperor.

So the next day a T o r Sale" sign went up in front of the old castle, and a "Sold" sign went up in front of the magic lot.

Soon the Emperor had moved into the odd castle and word got around that you had to be someone very special to see it.

Many people walked by each day, seeing only a bunch of furniture upon an open lot, but they all claimed they noticed the royal estate.

The Emperor often complained he was being watched or felt eyes on him. He also would say, 'I feel a draft!"

Soon his house was in Show Case as most unusual house. Everyone came to see i t All thought it was just grand. Only one boy was brave enough to step up and say, "There is nothing there but an empty lot."

Everyone knew the Emperor had been cheated.

"Oh, good grief! I knew it!" wailed the King.

The Emperor moved back into the old castle and never complained about it again.

Shelly Clark

SKITTLES Once I was in Squaw Valley skiing. My parents and brothers were about to go back to our condo after a full day on the mountain when we stopped at a store for something to eat. 1 asked my mother, "Please oh, please, can I purchase the Skittles?"

She refused! The whole time we were there I was pestering her to buy me the Skittles. She kept saying, "No!" I came up with a plan; when we were about to leave I would grab the Skittles and run out. When the time came I snatched the Skittles and bolted for the car.

When I finally reached safety I swung the door open and stumbled in. My mom started the car and when we were almost back I opened up the Skittles and started eating.

My mom questioned, "What are you eating?"

I didn’t answer. When she saw I was eating the Skittles, she questioned, "You stole those?"

I whined, "Uh-uh, Kevin said you bought them for me."

My brother accused me of lying, but mom didn’t believe him because she thought I was too young to steal. I cherished every last bite.

Quinn Moran

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THE TIGER AND THE LADY I think the man chooses the door with the tiger befiind it. I think this because the man probably thought that the princess would have him die instead of fall in love with her enemy with whom she caught him flirting.

The princess, believing he’d think the same thing, pointed to the door with the lady behind it...

When the tiger pounced out onto the man there was a blood-curdling scream, loud enough that the woman behind the door could hear. As the tiger ripped out his lungs the sound slowly died down and the ringing of the iron bells sounded the end of the ceremony. As people piled out of the arena both the princess as well as the woman behind the door collapsed into tears. The princess, feeling so terrible, hurled herself into the pit. The woman behind the door stepped out to see what was happening and when she saw the tiger staring at her she tried running away but slipped in the man’s blood. The tiger wasted no time and devoured her.

All this time the king had been waiting for his daughter. When he came back in and saw his daughter’s mangled body and mauled crown he gripped his knife and plunged into the pit. He ran at the tiger. As the tiger pounced on him he stabbed the knife through its throat. The tiger ate its last meal, found the only spot that wasn’t stained deep red, lay down and fell into an eternal sleep.

Tait Waterman

THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME "On guard, Rainsford..."

Just as Rainsford stepped out from behind the curtains Zaroff walked into the dark room.

Thinking he had scared Rainsford deep into the jungle, he was surprised to have Rainsford before him, wet, as if he had been swimming in the ocean. Zaroff jumped and yelled, "Oh my gosh, but how did you get here?"

"I swam," said Rainsford, "but you don’t know how, do you? You think I won but I haven’t yet.

Well, we’re both still here, aren’t we?"

Rainsford slashed at Zaroff. He dodged the blow and fell to the ground. He scrambled up but hit the wall. Again Rainsford slashed at him and hit his arm. Zaroff flew to the door, but Rainsford locked it as he hit him. Zaroff fell to the ground. In a minute there was a puddle of warm gruesome blood! Then he yelled to Rainsford, "The loser will be the repast for the hounds!"

Rainsford looked out the window and saw the hounds barking hungrily up at him.

"Get up!" yelled Rainsford and put the sword to Zaroff s neck.

Zaroff tried to get up but fell down again, so Rainsford cut his head off and threw him and his head out the window for the hounds!

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

Andrew Hoover

MOST DANGEROUS GAME "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford."

A grin spread over the general’s face, as though he thought he would win easily. Rainsford decided he would soon turn around his thinking!

The general grabbed two dueling swords from a rack on the wall and threw one to Rainsford. They both assumed the "guard" position.

"Let us start!" barked Zaroff. He charged Rainsford quickly with a down-sweeping blow.

Rainsford rushed to block him and then to mount an attack himself. Again and again he attacked, leaving the general no time to attack himself. Suddenly, Rainsford remembered the crescent moon attack. H e gripped the sword and made a great sweeping movement over Zaroffs head to his side!

Zaroff hurried to block Rainsford’s swing, but he was too late! Rainsford’s sword landed, cutting a deep gash in Zaroffs side.

Zaroffs wound filled him with a new anger. He lunged at Rainsford, his eyes blazing, his lips moving, but no sound emerging. Rainsford held onto his sword with both hands. The meeting of the swords shattered his body. Zaroff hurled Rainsford against the wall between two shields decked with gems and diamonds. Zaroffs second blow was so powerful that it broke Rainsford’s sword!

Rainsford grabbed one of the shields to stop the general’s next swing. He dodged and blinked, every time just barely stopping the oncoming swing.

Suddenly an idea hit him like a bolt of lightning. Slowly and carefully he maneuvered Zaroffs position so that he was right in front of the open window. Down below, the dogs barked and growled as they watched hungrily.

Swiftly Rainsford hurled himself against Zaroff. The general yelped, but it was too late. In one swift movement he had been flung out the window to his death. Far below he landed on the hard, cold ground.

THE ROPE OF JASON One day in Athens a young man named Jason saw the god Ares in his dream. The god told him that he was going to be a great warrior when he grew up. Ares gave Jason a magical rope which he would use to kill all of his enemies.

After he woke up, Jason was amazed to find the rope next to him. His mother told him Daphne, the beautiful princess, had been kidnapped by the evil cyclops Jason left to go save the princess with his magic rope. He knew the cyclops lived on the top of a mountain named M l Heffer. At the bottom of the mountain he found a path leading to the top. He followed the path, but near the top it stopped, and a wall blocked the rest of the path. He swung the rope, and it caught onto a branch; the rope pulled him over the wall. He entered the cyclops’s kingdom. Jason found the cyclops sleeping and strangled him with the rope. He found the princess, married her, and they lived happily ever after.

Jason Garlock

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MISSING IN VENICE The mighty ocean liner U.S.S. Reliant powered through the Adriatic Sea on its way to drop people off in the ports of Italy. As he neared Trieste, the captain, James A. Bernard, tried to slow the engines; nothing responded. It coasted along, so he could come into port in Trieste. Then it started increasing in speed very rapidly. The steering was not responding either. It was as if the ship drove itself to Venice.

Minutes passed, and the ship came upon the Grand Canal that wove its way to the water-streets of the city. As the ship somehow squeezed through the canals where only little boats should go, people on both land and in boats were running and screaming to flee for their lives. At the sight of this dire catastrophe, the captain tried manually to put the engines in reverse-nothing. The ship trudged on, barely able to keep moving, barely able to stay seaworthy.

Ten minutes later the ship’s people had been evacuated, all except for James A. Bernard and his navigational crew. The Reliant came to a building, and its hull hit. Crrrrrrrrrrrirrbm, and the building fell into the water with six people in it. You could hear the screams until it went under.

They were muffled by the water. The ship hit a bridge with ten people on it. They fell into the water, screaming, and swallowed so much water that they sank to the bottom, drowned.

The Reliant kept on going, seeming as if it would never stop. The captain still couldn’t take control of i t The ship just wound its way through Venice until it finally ended up back in the Adriatic Sea. Then the ship pulled into a small port. There the secret was uncovered...

A small man was discovered by the captain in the engine room. He had taken manual control of the ship. In the chaos, no one had bothered to look. This man was sentenced to prison for life on charges of murder and hostile takeover.

In his testimony he claimed that he did not do it, but there was enough evidence that was given by the captain... ' ^ ^ If the small man ever escapes...will there be REVENGE? Jason Friedrichs

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THOSE UGLY GUYS Both of us were ten years old and had hopes of ruining some guy’s day. Zach brought the slingshot; I brought the ammunition. We walked down to the end of the street and hid in the deep ivy, waiting for a car to come. Finally a black and silver Ford Bronco drove into range. I stood up, pulled back the slingshot, and - BAM - 1 shot the car very hard. It sounded like a rock breaking through a metal wall. Unfortunately the two young guys, about seventeen, spotted us and the driver slammed on the brakes, screaming.

We took off down our street, but it was no use. We could never outrun a car. They pulled up beside us and jumped out. These were the ugliest guys I had ever laid eyes upon. They asked us where we lived, and Zach blurted out a phony address. We were actually standing in front of my house. If my dad had looked out the window we would be dead.

The guy told us that if he found a single spot on the car he would tell my parents. He was seething with rage. There was nothing. The stupid ugly guys were looking on the wrong side. What lay on the other side I dread to think.

They left, and Zach and I were so relieved we could have cried. I have seen these ugly monster-like men again driving around town, and I hide my face everytime.

Tory Patterson

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THE THREE LITTLE BIRDS Once upon a time there lived three little birds. They were brothers, and their names were Sam, Jay and Joe. They were all sparrows. Their greatest fear was Borris the Beaver because he would chomp their trees down with his teeth.

Well, one day it was time for each of the birds to find a new tree and build a new nest on his own.

So Sam, the laziest of them all, took the first tree he saw which was half dead and very ugly. Jay, who was also lazy, took the first tree he saw which also sat half dead and ugly. On the other hand, Joe took his time finding a tree and ended up with the sturdiest, strongest, most beautiful tree in the whole forest.

Borris, who was just as lazy as Sam and Jay, demanded that Sam go and get him some food. Well, Sam did not like the way Borris was treating him so he denied the demand. The Beaver became filled with anger and yelled that he would chomp his tree down if he didn’t go now. So Sam still said, ’No" and, just as the Beaver was gnawing the last bit off the tree, Sam flew over to his brother Jay’s house.

Borris saw where Sam was heading so he decided to follow him.

After awhile when Sam thought he had lost Borris, they heard an extremely loud, angry voice saying that he wanted Sam and Jay to come out and fetch him some food. Sam dithered in fear and told Jay that Borris would gnaw his tree down if they didn’t obey. But the strong-hearted birds still said "No." Borris thought to himself that Jay’s tree looked a little stronger than Sam’s, but he could still chomp it down. Then the Beaver threatened them again. Just as the tree was falling down, the birds flew out and headed for Joe’s tree. Borris also saw where they were flying to, so he followed them again to Joe’s tree. The birds flew in there breathing hard and told Joe the whole story. Joe was not the least bit worried. He knew that Sam’s and Jay’s trees were half dead and very weak. He also knew that his tree was very strong and young so the Beaver could not chomp it down.

An hour passed and the Beaver had almost reached Joe’s tree. Then a very strong voice yelled, 'I know you’re in there, so come out and get me some food right now or else Fll chomp your tree down.* Sam and Jay were worried. By now they wanted to go and get Borris some food. As the two birds were leaving, Joe stopped them and told them to stay in the tree and calm down.

Then Joe screamed out to the Beaver, *Go ahead, chomp our tree down. See if we care."

Sam and Jay were horrified. They couldn’t believe what Joe was doing. Well, the Beaver tried to take one big bite out of the tree, but instead the tree was so strong that the Beaver’s teeth fell out, and the Beaver ran away yowling.

The next day Sam and Jay went looking for a well-built, good-looking, strong tree, and were never lazy again.

THE CAR CRASH One day we were late for school and I was lacing up my shoes in the car. Because I couldn’t reach my shoes, me seat belt hung in the air instead of around my waist.

A woman in a trashed Oldsmobile ahead of us stopped at a stop sign, them zoomed ahead. The person suddenly jerked to another stop. I exploded out of my seat. With a thundering, earth-quaking boom, I hit my head on the windshield.

From the friction of my head against the windshield, I passed out. Next time I lace my shoes in the car, I’ll wear my seat-belt.

Ken Bryant

THE PRINCE AND THE KNIFE Once upon a time in a little English kingdom there lived a beautiful maiden. She wanted to get married, but she didn’t want any old prince; she wanted a true prince. So she went overland, high and low, in search of a true prince. After thirty days and long nights she still could not find a true prince.

After five more days and long nights she decided to go back home for she was tired. On her way home, she realized how sad she was for she had wanted a husband very badly.

Once at home she proceeded to her room and wept herself to sleep. At around 3 a.m. she was woken by a pounding on the door. She sleepily rolled out of bed and meandered down the stairs to the door and opened it; there stood the most gorgeous prince. He said, "Please take my hand in marriage."

She replied, "I would if I could, but I can’t until I do a test on you."

The prince was stunned and asked her what kind of test, and she said, "You’ll see."

So she dashed up the stairs to the smallest mattress she could find. Under it she placed a sharp knife. Then she went downstairs and told the prince that he could proceed to his room.

In the morning at breakfast she asked the prince how he had slept.

H e said, "I slept like a log."

So arrangements were made for the wedding, and the prince and princess were married the next day and they lived happily ever after.

Alison Greenberg

TH E KICKING AND SCREAMING OBSTACLE COURSE

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When I had put those into position on the floor in my playroom, I decided that I needed a kicking and screaming obstacle to finish off the course. Out of the comer of my evil eye, I noticed the white, lacy bassinet in the comer of the room. I scampered over and carefully picked my newborn baby sister up out of her bed. I quietly carried her over and put her down at the end of my obstacle course.

W hen my mom had finished talking on the phone downstairs, she noticed that the house was suspiciously quiet. By this time I was having a whole lot of fun jumping over pillows, blocks, crates, and one kicking and screaming baby sister. Just when I was about to call my two best friends to tell them to come over to play on my obstacle course, I heard my mom walking quietly up the stairs. She was coming to see what I was doing. I couldn’t think of any lies to tell my mom so I guessed I would have to tell her the truth about what my baby sister was doing on the floor with the pillows, blocks, and crates. I was scared. What if she took my toys away from me, or she didn’t let me play with my friends? My mom was fuming when she came in and saw my sister on the floor so I thought to myself, "Look at it this way, I have plenty of pillows, blocks, and crates in my room. Plus, I have my dog!"

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SIXTH GRADE SUPERLATIVES MOST ORGANIZED - Mark & Lindsay MOST OFTEN OUT OF CHAIR - Ken, Keri, Quinn & Kimmy LOUDEST - Quinn BEST ATHLETES - Emily & Zach TEACHER’S PET - Jason F. BEST ARGUERS - Emily & Jason G. BIGGEST FLIRTS - Alison & Clayton COMPUTER WHIZZES - Pat & Jason F. MOST INTERESTING HAIR - Kimmy, Jason G. & Ken MOST TALKATIVE - Alison & Keri MOST CHICKENESQUE - Shelley MOST REPTILIAN - Clayton TALLEST - Pat & Lindsay SHORTEST (ALTHOUGH TALLEST IN SPIRIT) - Jenny MOST INDEPENDENT - Alice OFFICIAL CLASS CELLIST - Andrew H. OFFICIAL CLASS PIANISTS - Lanli & Jon PREPPIEST - Tory MOST FLEXIBLE - Katie MOST CREATIVE THINKER, DANCER, CRAFT PERSON - Shelley MOST PROJECTILES - Tail BIGGEST "HUH" - Lanli BEST JUGGLER - Andrew W. LOWEST VOICE - Jonathan ROUNDEST CHEEKS - Tail & Andrew W. MOST FRECKLES - Mark BIGGEST SLOUCH - Tory BEST BLOND - Zach BEST SMILE - Andrew H. (Not to mention the SAD FACE) BEST EYES - Alice BEST PERSON TO HUG - Katie

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ANSWERS *** 13. Shelley Clark 14. Andrew Hoover 15. Clayton Stearns 16. Jonathan Wong 17. Zachary Trailer 18. te n Bryant 19. Jason Garlock 20. te r i Yen 21. ta tie Meehan 22. tim m y Morris 23. Lanli Szeto

P.B.S. History of the Class of 1992 Nisrs«ry School Ken, Jenny, Emily, Jason F, Jason G., Andrew H., Alice, Katie, Quinn, Tory, Lanli, Zach, T ait, Andrew W, Jonathon and Pat all started their adventure through PBS. Jenny D. and Aaron had their first romance. The Nursery School building burned down, but it wasn't our fault.

Ktad«fgfiri®ffl The first day everybody was crying, except for Jenny. She was kissing Aaron behind a bush. Quinn cried after his Mom dropped him off. He started tap dancing lessons. Kimmy joined the class.

First Grad® Mark Roberts came to school and all the girls adored him. Michelle Kohan entered our class with a bunch of odd stories. Miss Lanham was a super teacher.

$«eoad Gred® This was Mrs. Raftery s last year of teaching. Samantha Singley did her own version of a strip show. Clayton (Reptile) came to PBS. to liven things up a bit.

Third Grfid® Samantha left. We were Mrs. Peck's first class. Keri and Alison decided to try PBS. We had bubble gum blowing contests. We had dozens of clubs. Mrs. Hushbeck got a new name. This was the first year of the snack bar and it was a great success. Ken was hung on the doorknob by his underwear. The boys won the basketball championships for the first of three times.

Fourth Grid® Lindsay and Shelley both joined our class. The Fourth Grade campout was a smashing success with Emily's underpanties dangling on the tree branch. One night the boys raided the girls' tents with mud bails. Shelley did the meatloaf for 30 minutes as our entertainment. The great folklore of King Cow was popular. Girls and boys were both basketball champions.

Fifth Grfid® Mrs. Doss let us celebrate our first Mardi Gras and we had a great wax museum exhibit. We learned the quiet, fun and easy way to sneeze with Mrs. Doss.

Jessica left. The French Exchange students stayed for ten days and lived with PBS families. The boys were once again triumphant and victorious in basketball.

Sisth Gffid® The fifth and sixth graders went to Yosemite and we saw night flashes. We did a play about The B’nai Bagels which was a big success. Shelley and Keri gave a cool chicken dance. The musical was on the travels of Columbus. We had the joyful experience of taking the Kindergarteners to chapel. The French kids visited for a day. The girls were basketball champs for the second time. We all left PBS forever and continued in the real world!

LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SIXTH GRADE I, LINDSAY AUSTIN, leave my height to Gillian Bostock in fourth grade because she needs to grow.

To Blake Wollenberg I leave my ability to talk non-stop forever. To Evan Bryant I leave my grades so he will do well in sixth grade. To Stepn Trailer I leave my squeaky chair so she will get in trouble once in awhile. I commit my books and organized desk to Kelly Meehan so she won’t be a slob like her sister. And finally I leave my memories to whomever wants them.

I, KEN BRYANT, leave my powers of organization to Max, my laugh to Stephanie, and my jumping ability to Alyssa. I leave my speed of foot to Mike. Last but not least, my ability to play Street Fighter II, my socks which once evacuated a whole room, and my lost sweat-shirts, I dedicate to Evan.

I, SHELLY CLARK, now will my wonderful chicken call to Conrad Vink. I shall give my strange collection of hats to Robin Hindery. I present my ability to be odd to Gillian Bostock. I will my extremely messy desk to Jessica Goldman ('not that she wants it). That’s about all I have to will.

I, JENNIFER DINSMORE, giant of the sixth grade, leave Kristin O. my lap to sit on; Mallory F. my jazz shoes as thanks for her election help; and Alyssa M. my hand to hold. I give Emily D. my love of dancing. To Danny L. I leave my sister’s hand in marriage. To Steph go my fond memories of carpooling, and Kim C. gets my hugs. To Stan I leave my latest boyfriends. To all of the teachers I leave my special m emories of nine vears.

I, EMILY DIRKS, give Owen in the third grade my terrible spelling ability, as well as to Jonathan, since he’s staying back anyway. I leave my height to Ashley Will in the kindergarten. I give my orange sneakers to Madame. I leave my long red hair to Hilary Pollack in the kindergarten. I leave my sweet moments to Shiyan in fifth; may she never be scared of a sixth grader again. And of course, in tradition, I leave ’ '* B.S. to Mrs. Little, Mrs. Peck, and Madame.

I, JASON FRIEDRICHS, leave my clean desk to Shihao Koh in kindergarten. I leave my ability to steal Madame’s M & M supply to all sixth graders to come. My awesomely cool blue-green chair I bequeath to my sister, Lisa Friedrichs, in third grade. I also hand down my funny voices to Nicholas Palefsky in K... And lastly I will all my ugly, twenty-year-old text-books that are so extremely boring, to anyone who wants them.

I, JASON GARLOCK, leave my hair to Ryen Peck for no reason. To Blake Bechtel I would like to give my rollerblades in hopes of an exchange. To Blythe Austin I leave my wonderful tan. To Shihao Koh I leave my shoes. To Evan Bryant I bequeath my collection of CD’s to bug his mom with. My good looks go to whomever wants them.

I, ALISON GREENBERG the Great, will my ability to talk a lot to Hannah in the second grade. To Christine Martin in the fifth grade, I leave my flirting skills for soon she will be in the sixth grade and will need it. My sloppy handwriting I will to Claire in the third grade. I bequeath my ability to sit still in chapel to my partner Brittany Chandler. Last of all I leave my spirit and all of my P.B.S. memories to Madame because if it weren’t for her I would never be where I am now. Thanks, Mme. M. G J tic x e r r ^ I, ANDREW HOOVEF , _ hen he is in sixth grade. To Russell I leave my basketball ability. To Patrick MacKay I leave my shoes for his collection. To Darren Bechtel I leave my Tevas because he is always asking where I got them. To Cathy Massaro I leave everything else so she can cherish it because she would love to have it.

I, ALICE HUNT, do bequeath my impatience to my brother, Geoffrey, because he has far too much patience. To Jenny Upjohn, I leave my neat desk, not that she needs it. To Russell, in the second grade, I leave my jumping ability. To Hilary, in kindergarten, height (not that I have much to leave her!). And last, but certainly not least, I leave Phillips Brooks my sincere thank-you for eight years of fun!

I, KATIE M EEHAN, will my al t Dr longer than two seconds to Lindsay Hassen and to Kelly Meehan. Hilary and Lizabeth Pollack will receive my jumpers to hang on as much as they like. Last of all, my wonderful memories go to all the teachers at P.B.S.

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I, the small yet big KIMBER___________..... ______ Iman the joy of acting in hopes that we can be on Broadway together. To Tara I leave my shortness which she already has. To Steph I bequeath my words of the day. To Jessica Suttle, Stan, Mrs. Doss, and the second grade girls I leave my hair for all their separate reasons. Also, to Jessica S. I leave my love for being out of uniform and to Madame my love of chocolate. Mr. Carey gets my talent for serenading, Miss A my quiet yet funky personality, and Max B., I’ll always remember the pin you gave me. I also leave all my fond memories of P.B.S. to all the teachers wh~ u--------•’*-------------

I, TORY PATTERSON, leave to Jessica Goldman my outstanding looks, and to Brent Shalvoy I leave my common sense. To Katherine Bechtel and Michael Buerger I donate my barking ability, and my height goes to Max Bronfman. I grant my karate ability to Austin Koo. Pat MacKay will receive my daring style.

I, MARK ROBERTS, leave my tennis ability to Patrick MacKay and Matthew Seiler. I leave my freckles to Katherine Bechtel. I leave my clean desk to Alyssa Mitchell and my A papers to Michael Hassen. My ability to stay out of Miss Root’s office I leave to Evan Bryant.

I, CLAYTON R. STEARNS, bequeath my love for cute, little, scaly creatures to my brother Heath. I leave my questionable sense of humor to my brother Kendall. I leave my wonderful teachers to my sister Holly, apd I leave my mad scientist tendencies to Elizabeth Marshall.

JJijLOJW*' I, LANLI SZETO, will my squeaky chair to Jessica Goldman. To Gillian in the fourth grade I bequeath my wonderful piano ability. I will my ability to be quiet to Austin Koo. I give my red hightop Balkly shoes to Madame. And I leave all my memories to the teachers at P.B.S.

I, ZACH (Z Man) TRAILER, will my basketball ability to Steven Cottle in the third grade. To Pat MacKay I will my ’92 Air Jordans to add to his collection. I leave my magnificent looks to Michael Hassen who is handsome enough to be my brother, and to my sister Stephanie I leave my stale Fritos which have been in my desk for a year and which I cherish so much.

I, TAIT WATERMAN, leave my power of wonderful insults to Gar Waterman. I will my baseball skills to Eric Barry. I leave my desk and all my books to Charlie Kubal. To Will Paulus I give my projectile skill. I offer my sister to Blake Bechtel who wants her anyway. Last but not least, I bequeath my wonderful hair to Stan. On second thought I’ll take it all with me.

I, ANDREW WOLLENBERG, leave my wonderful English skills to Evan because he will need them.

I dedicate my desk supplies to my brother Blake. I commit my desk and all my books to Sed to he can enjoy them. To Hannah in second grade, I leave my "wonderful" grades for success in life. I leave all the rest of my stuff to Tara in the first grade.

I, JONATHAN WONG, leave my organization skills to Alyssa, to Jack Watts I leave my height, my bad temper goes to Evan to add on to his, and my piano abilities to Aaron Goldman. I bequeath my dunking talent to Russell, and my tricks that enable me to bug someone to Lindsay Hassen. Finally 1 leave my ability to keep quiet for more than one minute to all the third grade girls.

I, PATRICK C. WYLIE, give my height to Connie for she needs it. I give aUmy textbooks to Jack Watts, and I give the rest to myself.

I, KERI YEN, leave my neat desk to Kelly Meehan and my basketball shots to Jessica Goldman. I donate my body to Elizabeth Rowen so she can pick me up as much as she wants. My "made bracelets" go to Lizzie Pollack. I’m giving the neat gadgets on my desk to Lindsay Hassen and my eraser collection to Lia Ciardella. I’m granting my basketball shoes to Courtney Murfit. My pencil collection goes to Jessica Suttle, my matchmaking ability to Betsy Glynn, and my fond memories of P.B.S. to Hannah.

IN THE YEAR 2010 WHERE WILL THEY BE? LINDSAY - The biggest diversion in the demanding professional life of the senior partner of the law firm of Austin, Austin, Austin & Austin is her victorious appearance on Jeopardy KEN - Hair stylist and part-time beach bum in Malibu makes his public splash as the first man to bungee without a cord SHELLEY - Momix dancer and closet American Gladiator, Shelley shocks the world with her revelation that she is, in fact, the true Elvis JENNY - Between her demanding career as Laker girl and TV jazz dancer, Jenny finds true fulfillment with her community service activities and especially as a MOTHER! EMILY - Her creative arguing skills earn her a prestigious position as attorney for Greenpeace International JASON F. - Apple Computer recognizes his genius by naming a program "Fred" in his honor, but his real talent is as puppy surprise maker JASON G. - Makes his first million as owner of a series of tanning parlors in Hawaii for people afraid to go out into the sun, but his heart really resides in his rat training skills ALI - A gifted counselor for disturbed children during the week and runs the 1-800-DIAL-A-DATE during the weekends HO OV E - Has a reasonable living as an actor for Crest commercials thanks to his smile, but has earned his fame by going to Washington, D. C., to demand legislation to permit chewing gum in schools HUNTER - Her love for animals finds her as a teacher at the veterinary school at UC Davis, doing stand-up comedy in Sacramento on weekends KATIE - Who would bend over backwards for anyone - earns her fame as U. S. gymnast in the 1997 Olympics QUINN - His extensive dancing background earns him the position as wide receiver for the S. F. 49ers KIMMY - Was unavailable for comment as she was on location for the filming of her new movie, "Waitress Wonderwoman" TORY - Struggled for a few years as a rock star, but settled in on the less demanding position as the voice for Saturday morning cartoons MARK - Wimbledon winner two years running - gave his freckles away as charitable donation to people who don’t have any and instantly grew to 6 feet CLAYTON - Owner of a reptile farm called Reptiles Anonymous, he acts as consultant for the snake house at the S. F. Zoo LANLI - Interior decorator for the rich and famous, but plays the piano at Nordstrom to get the discount ZACH - A retired NBA star, he must make a decision between two coaching offers: one at Duke and one at UNC TATT - After a few rough years employed by Tory, he follows his dream and is found batting 998 in Triple-A on the Reno Giants WALL - His fascination for fire is cooled by his breaking into the NHL as the first juggling ice hockey player JONATHAN - Creates a micro-mini chip to fit into a pencil eraser with a spelling program to save future sixth graders from agony, and "spells" Lanli at the Nordstrom piano on alternate weekends PAT - Having discovered that the key to life is 42, he replaces Einstein as the mad mathematician for the year 2000 KERI - Gives up after a few rapping sessions for a major record company and seeks the security of the host position on "Love Connection"

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