DRAGON TALES WINTER 2014 CONTRIBUTORS

Mrs. Burn’s Class Lauren Burten, Zoe Garrett, Conor Howlett

Mrs. Fuch’s ClassMaeve Fahey, Wells Holbrook, Noah Hornecker, Shannon McGinty, Nolan Roche, Jeb Slimbaugh, Anna Sovick, Hannah Watts, Caroline Weldon

Ms. Hanlon’s ClassPatience Cleveland, Emilie Gagnier, Charlotte Hansen

Mrs. Leighton’s classGrace Landolfi, McKenzie Provkov, Callie Schultz

Mrs. Morgan’s ClassGrace Gerety

Mrs. Nissi’s ClassConnor Bohan, Ali Brown, Sam Clifford, Noah Eggers, Lila Patel, Hunter Schultz

Ms. Stadelmann’s ClassJack Adams, Storm Belford, Ally Brooks, Benjamin Celland, Miranda Cartee, Tessa Giambertone, Colin Hulett, Dylan Kadish, Nathan Kenney,Bird Koss, Rose Magner, Ashley Maguire, Ryan

Mottau, Connor Peters, Olivia Small, Charlie Smith, Sandra Stevenson, Oliver Thawley, Ella Verity, Matthew Vetter, Cormac Weiler

Mr. Tam’s ClassDelaney Fabrizio, Jacob Koval

Mrs. Watt’s ClassMatthew Ciesielski, Hadley DaSuta, Ella Friend, Chris Goggin, Corin Muzrim, Maeve Sheehan

Cover created by Alden artist Hunter Shultz in Mrs. Nissi’s class.

This issue of Dragon Tales could never have happened without the typing help of dedicated parents. Alden teachers and students wish to thank, Amy Annis, Liz Baston, Martha Dennison, Emeline Dhommee, Stephanie Gagnon, Kealy O’Brien, Kim Szafran and Ron Ulich, as well as Cara Clelland and Emmy Garr for coordinating all the submissions. Enjoy!

IT'S FINALLY FALL!

By Lila Patel (3rd Grade, Mrs. Nissi)

It's finally fall! Sometimes when I go outside I hear the leaves crunching under my feet. I also see the crunchy leaves falling off trees. I can feel some of the frost from last night. I also go apple picking. I usually pick big apples. I taste the yummy apples from apple picking. I go trick-or-treating on Halloween. And when I go trick-

or-treating I usually get queen-size bars. I like to smell the yummy candy from Halloween. Sometimes I go to the lake down the road and throw rocks in the lake and skim them. Fall is an amazing season!

Fall Fun

By Noah Eggers (3rd Grade, Mrs. Nissi)

Fall is my second favorite season of the year. I like jumping in the leaves, going apple picking and pumpkin picking. The past months I've been smelling pumpkin pie and the apples with the creamy caramel on top. The past days I've been feeling great about fall because Thanksgiving is in the fall. On Thanksgiving my family always has a football game, and it is really fun to play with my cousins. The taste of fall is awesome because my family bakes a lot of pumpkin pies. It feels cold when it's fall. You start to have to wear a coat because it gets really cold. When it's Halloween I can hear the people screaming because of the feeling of scariness. When my dad and mom rake the leaves I jump in them, and it's really fun. In the fall when I feel the leaves, they feel smooth and cold. Fall is a wonderful season.

Fall Fun

By Sam Clifford (3rd Grade, Mrs. Nissi)

Fall is really fun. There are lots of things to do in the fall. I cook delicious pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, and pumpkin muffins with my mom. When we have those things for dessert, I feel like we are having a feast. Sometimes I go for a walk with my friends and look for animals that come out in the fall. I can smell the mums outside. I like to go to a Broadway Stage and watch a fall play. Mom and I go to a Halloween store and get lots of scary features for our front yard. I like to put my hands into a mystery box of eyeballs that are really grapes when I go trick-or-treating. I run around outside through the leaves. I like to rake a lot of leaves, make leaf piles, jump in them and hear them crunch. It's fun to go to the Bog Hollow Farm's Family Fun Day

and go in their pumpkin patch. Then, you can take a pumpkin home and carve it. I also like to go to the park and play on the structures in the fall. Everything in the fall is really awesome.

Fall Fun

By Conor Bohan (3rd Grade, Mrs. Nissi)

In fall, there is so much to do. I smell applesauce in my kitchen. I hear the wind blowing and Halloween decorations making scary sounds. I feel the rugged red leaves from the trees. I taste the sweetness of candy corn and pumpkin pie. I like to play on D.F.C. Dragons soccer club. I like to play with my best friend T.J. Pikul and my little brother, Gavin. I see the falling leaves. I like to help my dad rake leaves, then I jump in the leaves and throw them in the air. Fall is my most favorite season.

Fall Fun

By Hunter Schultz (3rd Grade, Mrs. Nissi)

Fall is fantastic. I hear birds chirping when I wake up in the morning. I love fall because I love to watch football games, especially the Pats. Then my dad and I play in the yard. I love to fell the football. It is rough. I love to rake leaves with my dad. I like to jump into the crunchy leaves. I like to go inside after playing in cold weather and play video games. I really like dressing up on Halloween and going to parties. I love eating pumpkin pie and candy. Fall is the best season.

Fall Fun

By Ali Brown (3rd Grade, Mrs. Nissi)

Fall is just warming up, but I don't care. I love the sights and smells of fall, there are things to touch, taste and hear. I like the bright autumn colors. I fell all the leaves crunching under my feet. In fall, I hear a warm crackling fire in the fireplace. It's great to smell the yummy

turkey roasting. I love turkey! I love to taste yummy applesauce. But my all time favorite to do in the fall is to make applesauce with my dad. Fall is a wonderful season.

The Magic Bus

By Shannon McGinty (5th Grade, Mrs. Fuchs)

Tara Fiona Greenwich was just entering her first year of second grade. She was very small, but was very friendly and had lots of friends. She was so excited for second grade in Hamburger Elementary School because she was finally one of the older kids in her school. But here she was, waiting at the bus stop, and all she felt were nerves. She looked at the watch her mother gave her, and saw that the bus was 5 minutes late. She didn't want to be late for the first day of school! Suddenly, a bus that obviously wasn't the school bus pulled up and the driver told her, "I'm here your majesty. Hop in." Only being in second grade, Tara got on the bus. The bus, unlike her old school bus, was like a limo! Tara's mouth hung open in awe. The bus driver suddenly broke the silence. "You might want to buckle your seat belt," he said. Tara did as she was told. Then just as suddenly as it appeared, the bus blasted into the air. Tara was so busy hanging on for dear life that she didn't notice that the bus driver had exited the bus and climbed onto the roof! Then, two wings sprouted from the top of the bus. The bus driver climbed back into the bus and said, "We're here, your majesty." Tara was puzzled and annoyed. "What? We're where? Why are you calling me your majesty? Who are you? What do you want from me-," and then suddenly her train of thought was interrupted for what was right in front of the bus was a giant sign that said, "Welcome to Greenwich Ville."

Tara tried to speak but all that came out was a high-pitched squeak. The bus driver looked at her with concern. "Are you alright your majesty?" he asked. Tara finally managed to speak. "This isn't real," she whispered. "What do you mean?" he asked in a puzzled tone. "What do I mean?" she asked her voice rising with anger. "What do you mean? You picked me up on a mysterious bus, I don't know who you are, and I'm in a place that doesn't exist!" she shouted. "But

Greenwich Ville does exist, your majesty. I-," he tried to continue, but Tara wasn't finished. "Stop calling me that!" she screamed. "I am not a queen!" "Princess," the driver corrected. "Whatever!" Tara yelled. Then she sat down and began to cry. "I want to go home," she said, her voice muffled with tears. "There, there your ma- I mean Tara. The palace is right near town and I can bring you to it so you can see your parents, okay?" Tara looked up and sniffed. "Alright, let's go. Oh, and what's your name?" He smiled. "Call me George," and they walked off the bus onto the busy streets of Greenwich Ville.

When they arrived at the palace, George led Tara to her room where many maids were rushing around dusting things. While George asked the maids to leave, Tara sneaked a glance at their faces. They all looked unfamiliar except for one. Then, when she looked up, Tara finally realized whom she was. It was her best friend Jenny! Except this Jenny had dirt all over her and looked, well, serious. Tara asked George about Jenny and he said that that was their lead maid, Jennifer. But Jenny always hated being called Jennifer, and lead maid? This is not right.

Next, George and Tara visited the kitchen. All the chefs were at work and they all seemed to be in perfect time with one another. One goes here, another goes there, so nobody bumps into one another. At least until Tara got in the way. A chef bumped into her and dropped the food he was carrying. "I'm so sorry!", Tara exclaimed. Then she realized she was looking right at her friend Joe. Except this Joe looked tired and miserable. Tara backed away. "I'm sorry, I can't take this!" she yelled and ran as fast as she could out of the palace and towards the bus. There was a noise in the distance. A beeping of some kind. Then the beeping got louder. "Tara wake up!" her mom yelled. "You have to get up if you want to make the bus on the first day!"

"Actually, can you drive me?" Tara said. She really didn't want to take the bus.

My Dog, Bro (aka Brother Zeus Fahey)

By Maeve Fahey (5th Grade, Mrs. Fuchs)

Some people love cats, but my favorite animal is a dog. I love my dog Bro! He is covered in thick black fur and has big loveable brown eyes. Since Bro is a Labrador Retriever or water dog, he has webbed feet to help him swim. The first time he came in contact with the water, this "water dog" was terrified. We brought him to my aunt's pool when he was just a few months old. He sniffed the water and shivered a bit. Bro sat on the steps and refused to go any closer to the water. Finally, he fell into the water and started swimming. He was a natural. He swam every stroke with grace and most importantly, strength. When Bro got tired, he climbed out of the water and shook like a building in an earthquake. Our entire family was soaked.

My adorable little puppy loves to give and get affection. He sometimes rubs up against people like a cat would. He sometimes barks loud enough to wake up the entire city of Boston just to get a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. One time Bro stood in front of me and howled. I tried to take him out in the yard, give him water and feed him, but all he wanted was a hug

Bro loves the car. He loves everything about the experience of riding in the car. He loves to paw at the seats, watch the cars pass by, but most of all Bro loves to "surf". Surfing is what my family refers to as Bro hanging his head out the window, ears flying in the wind, tongue hanging out of his mouth, pure joy! We call it surfing because he looks like he is about to catch the next big wave or the next car that passes by.

Bro's caring personality, his fun-loving nature, and his affectionate manner make him the perfect pet and my favorite brother – Brother Zeus Fahey.

Flat Ally Goes To EpcotAlly BrooksMs. StadelmanGrade 3

Florida is my favorite place.I pack all of my clothes in a pink suitcase.

When we arrive I can hardly wait, to getinside the Epcot gate

Yay I’m in! So much to do but then a hurricane wind just blew

I heard a bang, a thundering crash, then the Epcot ball, it smashed.

It started to roll; I started to run, this year,Epcot was not that fun

It rolled right over me, now I’m flattened, Ican’t believe that really happened. Oliver was on an African SafariOliver ThawleyMs. StadelmanGrade 3

Oliver was on an African Safari,He heard a stampede and said oh no, Where are WE?

Out of the dust appeared ten angry rhinoSuddenly Oliver thought, Hey I know

I will just hide behind this bushBut the biggest rhino, started to pushThen all of the others turned Ollie to mush

It’s a true story, you must believe thatFrom that day on, Ollie was FLAT.

Jack AdamsMs. StadelmanGrade 3

I was on the sideline of the patriot’s game. Brady threw the ball so fast it was a flame. Rob Gronkowski went to grab it and ran right into me. Now I am called flat jack, I’m as flat as I can be.

How I got flatNathan KennyMs. StadelmanGrade 3

I was playing piano, a new hobby of mine.My teacher said Nathan, you playing is fine.My sheet music then fell to the floor I went to get it sins there way no more.That’s when I noticed a leg was broken, now I’m as flat as a subway token because that piano fell on top of my body – oh why did I pick piano as a hobby,

Olivia Small

Olivia SmallMs. StadelmanGrade 3

I will tell you the story of Olivia Small, I like to tell the story, I tell it to all!

Dear Reader there’s something you should see, Olivia Small is the story of Me!

One Day I was walking, when a girl came a talkin’ she was talkin’ and talkin’ and wouldn’t stop squakin’!

Since I was small, she just didn’t see and she dropped a huge book right on top of me!

House For Sale

Charlotte HansenMrs. HanlonGrade 3

I have a house that I am selling. The house is alive at night. It is a very private house but you will not feel alone. You will hear strange noises once-in-a-while. There are interesting decorations in the house. There’s a cozy feeling in the house. The house is very special in a way. Will you buy my house? Sure! Now just sign this paper and the house is YOUR’S.

OK I signed it. Enjoy your spirited home.

Mr. Tam Grade 5By Jacob Koval

It is hard for me to pick one hero. That is why I am picking two heroes, my Mom and Dad. My Mom is my hero because she takes care of me day after day. Always telling me or showing me ways to do things better. It may be homework or kindness to others. She wants me to always be the best person I can be at all times.

My Dad teaches a lot about sports. He says it’s not all about winning but if you play your best everything will fall into place. He teaches me it’s a team and it takes more than one person to win a game or lose a game. He is also a hard worker and a good provider for our family. My two heroes are the best!The End

Mrs Fuchs. Grade 5

By Hannah WattsSkiing

I love to ski. It’s my favorite sport by far. My favorite type of skiing is ski racing.

I am on Prospect Hill Ski Team, based out of Blue Hills in Canton. Every Sunday we travel to either Nashoba Valley, Bradford, Bagostow or Blue Hills. We ski two events: giant slalom or slalom. In giant Slalom you take big curvy turns, in slalom you take small quick turns. I prefer giant slalom because you can gain more speed and you get to tuck the whole way down. Slalom is a bit harder to gain speed, because you are always turning. I also like GS because I got first in it.

Every fall Prospect Hill gathers on Wednesday each week for dry land training. When we arrive we hike up the hill to the lodge. My sisters and I gear up by putting on our sneakers and our proper team shirts. When we finished I walked up to my group meeting spot, at the top of Patriots Path. My whole group and I wait for our coach under the shade of the trees. Once our coach arrives we start stretching. Then the session moves forwardly rotating from weights to agility to technique and then to my favorite station form. As eight o’clock creeps closer we finish up and head inside. When we are packing up we drank hot cocoa that was provided for us. Dry land is a good thing to tide me over until ski season starts.

Finally the first snow fall comes and it’s time for the first on snow practice. Our first training session is an all day event that usually takes place on Saturday. I ski with my group all day working on tactics. By the time lunch rolls around we are all freezing. I drink 3 hot chocolates in 5 minutes and I’m not a hot cocoa lover. In the afternoon we prepare for the race the next day. As sunset approaches I feel good about tomorrows race. We pack up and leave. On our way to the hotel I talk about Madeline Buxton, my top competitor.

The next day I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I jump out of bed and put on my GS suit. Soon we’re in the car headed for the mountain. We are early so after we suit up we have to wait. An hour passes and its finally time for course inspection. On a cold morning like this its freezing. Course inspection is when you look at the layout of the course. After course inspection the U10s are called up so I have to wait because I’m a U12. Finally the tens are done and twelves are called up. In line I wait but not for long, because I am second in line. It’s my turn and the butterflies in my stomach fly away. The man says “racer ready 3, 2, 1 go!” I’m off flying down the mountain, turning around the gates. In a blink of an eye I’m crossing the finish line. Once again I have to wait for my second run. But soon enough we’re called up. The order is reverse, so I have a long time. Finally I’m up and just like last time it takes two seconds and it was over. After waiting again the results come out and we go to the ribbon ceremony. I’m in first and I have beat Madeline again.

Ski racing is definitely my favorite sport because of the adrenaline rush and the excitement.

Ms. Stadelmann Grade 3By Storm Belford

Flat StormOne day Storm’s mom bought a pig. The pig grew big! Storm thought Lulu the pig looked hungry so he went out to

feed her. And boy was she hungry!!! All of a sudden the chickens yelled, “Pig Pile on Storm.” Lulu took them seriously and sat on poor Storm!

SQAUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Storm was now flat as the pancakes he had for breakfast!

Ms. Stadelmann Grade 3

By Bird Koss

The Runaway Bus!Bird was waiting for the school bus one morningThen all of a sudden without any warning

A bus with no driver was coming her wayAnd Bird, being brave saved the day

She jumped in front of the runaway busDon’t be alarmed, no reason to fuss

Because Bird is just fine, although now she’s flatAnd even though it ruined her favorite hat

The School children cheered, Bird you’re our heroBut why there was not driver, we still aren’t that clear though!

Ms. Stadelmann Grade 3

By Matthew Vetter

A House Divided Against Itself….

Matthew was at a civil war reenactmentAs a union soldier, Matthew was acting.

The confederate General Robert E. LeeWas played by a man who just didn’t see,

That this war was not realThey were just fakingA simple reenactmentWas in the making!

The acting general loaded the cannonAimed it at Matthew and then in the air sent

A cannon ball that struck Dear old MattAnd we was terribly flat after that

Ms. Stadelmann Grade 3By Dylan Kadish

The After School Flattening

After school on Mondays I go to the Gym.When I see Will I think, “OH NO not him!”

Because we play four ball and Will always throws,And you never can tell just where the ball goes!

See Will is strong, he throws hard and fastAnd if that ball hits you, it feels like a blast!

Just last Monday I got hit with the ball and itTotally blasted me right down the hall

And there was nothing to help break my fall so I Was flattened right on the wall!

Ms. Stadelmann Grade 3By Ryan Mottau

The Zamboni IncidentLate at hockey practice one night still on the ice, they shut off the lights.

Then a guy named Bill the Phony climbed aboard the rink Zamboni he didn’t see me on the ice then ran over me not once but twice. Can you even imagine that?

Now I’m really, really FLAT!

Sandra Stevenson Ms. Stadelmann 3rd Grade

Sandra and The BillboardMy name is Sandra, I have a story to tell. One

day at work a billboard fell. And landed right on top of me. So now I’m flat as you can see

Tessa Giambertone

Ms. Stadelmann 3rd Grade

The IncidentOne day Tessa Giambertone was walking down

the street she accidently bumped into her friend Pete. Then she fell and Pete landed on her. He asked if she was okay and she said sure! She walked away down the street. Someone asked if she was feeling okay. She replied I’m feeling fine. Why would you ask? Because your flat!

Miranda CarteeMs Stadelmann 3rd Grade

The Cave In

My name is Miranda and I just love bats. I love to study their cool habitats. Today my work took me into a cave hoping to find a few bats I could save. I went in too deep and got a strange feeling stuff started falling on me from the ceiling! Oh no! A cave in, how could this happen. My name is Miranda, and now I am flattened.

Ella VerityMs Stadelmann 3rd Grade

The Jay Peak Disaster

One day Ella was skiing at her favorite place Jay Peak, she saw a soaring eagle with a large pointy beak. Then she heard a loud sound, the ground started to shake! Oh no thought dear Ella, it must be an earthquake. Next out of nowhere, an avalanche of snow came bounding down toward Ella she thought “oh boy, here I go!” It took the rescuers three days to dig poor Ella out she’s fine but flat, imagine that now her parents always pout!

Emilie Gagnier Mrs. Hanlon 3rd grade

The Best House to Buy!

Do I have the house for you. A house you will love for the rest of your life. A huge mansion with the biggest lawn for your kids to play on. The best view of the ocean. The best place for parties. The best place to have guest come over and sleep over. Instead of stairs elevators. “Oooooo I would like to buy this house! How much does it cost?” “It cost 5000 dollars.” “That’s a perfect amount!” “Good. When will you like to move here?” “Tomorrow morning.” “Good see you tomorrow morning!” The next day the family and the seller came. “We’re here!” “Good. Get on in, we’ll get your things for you.” “Ok. Ahhhhh it’s a big slobbery monster!!!!!” They made the best choice!” “Hehehehehe!”

Shannon McGinity

Mrs. Fuchs 5th GradeMy Favorite Dinner

My favorite dinner is, Quite a scrumptious meal,

OF turkey filled with stuffing, And a potato with its peel.

With fruits and beans, That have lots of flavor,

Or mac-and-cheese,That I always savor.

So I eat and eat,And eat some more,

Until my stomach is hurting, And my jaw is sore.

I eat so much stuff, I want to scream, But I cannot stop,

For they’ve brought out the ice cream. My stomach is growing,

Any my buttons have popped, But even though I want to,

I still haven’t stopped.

I keep eating the feast,As my face turns green,

And my shirt starts to rip, But there’s just one more bean.

But as I gobble up, That last little bean, I feel like I’ll explode,

While my body turns green.

And though it’s my favorite dish, Especially the ice cream,

It doesn’t end well, When it’s inside of your dream.

Caroline WeldonMrs. Fuchs 5th grade

October

October is a spooky and wonderful month full of surpricses around every corner. Despite that my favorite thing about the tenth month of the year includes my birthday which is the 25th and Halloween. One of my favorite things about my birthday other than the cake is seeing all my family and enjoying the special occasion. Don’t get me wrong I still enjoy the gifts but whenever I think about my birthday I see all my cousins, my sister and I playing an intense game of capture the flag, wolf or jackpot, but I also see visions of cakes dancing in my head. My birthday cake sometimes cupcakes are always scrumptious. Veronica’s Sweet Cakes is usually where the cake comes from although my mom sometimes likes to get down and dirty and do it herself. The day after my birthday I sleep in usually because of a major sugar crash, some people sleep in on their birthdays but Im up and at waiting for the presents to come my way.

Halloween some people love it for stuffing their selves full of candy, others love it for the exhilarating rush of scaring the breath out of others, but I love it for my mom’s intricate and amazingly hand-crafted, home made costumes. Her mother was a seamstress so she has a lot of background of sewing and creating. I think the most hard part for she and I is trying to come up with an idea that be even more extraordinary than the previous years. When I was in second grade and my sister in fourth she was an adorable version of Cindy-Loo-Whoo and I roamed the streets as the mischievous mean one Mr. Grinch. In third grade I was a trash can while my sister pulled off a turquoise, pink and green awesomely radical surfboard. The next year she and I were two of the Muppets. Libby was the one and only glamorous Miss Piggy, and I was in a big paper mache head that was made into the crazy, rebellious make you fall out of your seat with his amazing drum solos ANIMAL!!!!! And all of

our neighbors adored us as we ventured around Duxbury in glorious outfits.

From it’s crisp cool weather to the falling of the florescent colors of the leaves there just one very important thing you can conclude, October is the best month of the year!

Flat Ashley StoryAshley MaguireMs. Stadelmann

Grade 3

My flat Ashley is flat of course.

Because she was trampled on by a horse.

The horse was spooked,it was Halloween.

Now flat Ashley fits between.

The pages of my favorite book.

Don’t believe me?

Take a look!

Chris GogginGrade 5Mrs. Watts

HALLOWEEN

Halloween is a creepy time of year

Bright jack-o-lanterns smiling ear to ear

Creepy witches laughing in the dark

Goblins scaring dogs so they bark

Creepy graveyards where ghosts lurk

Gravediggers scared to do there work

Halloween is a creepy night

But I will be out past midnight

Delaney FabrizioGrade 5Mr. Tam

My hero is...

My hero is Ms. Stadelmann. She was my 4th grade teacher and I admire her, extremely. She is my hero because she is so caring, kind, respectful, etc. She doesn't care about what anyone cares or thinks of her. That's who I want to be. She has a son and people tease him, but she sticks up for him and she says whatever she wants to, to make

them stop. I can't get enough of how much she doesn't care about what others think. She will dress how she wants and not care if people tell her different. Ms. Stadelmann is who I want to be.

Callie SchultzGrade 5 Mrs. Leighton

Camp Wing

Camp Wing was one of the best field trips that I've ever taken. I loved how it was all about working as a team. Teamwork was important in many of the situations, such as at the station called "Total Team." At that station, there were a series of different things to do. In one area, we had to direct a person with a blindfold towards stuffed animals. It was hard, but we had to work as a team cooperatively, or else we'd get nothing done, and lose the game. It was difficult, because everyone was trying to talk over one another, and the blindfolded person sometimes couldn't hear.

Another example of teamwork being essential was the challenge course. We had to do a warm-up activity, which was get in order of birth month, but don't talk." (So January was at the front, December at the end, etc.) This was hard because only one person could step off the beam at a time, so everyone was having a hard time not talking or communicating. In the end, we worked out a system, but I learned how important communication is when working as a team!

However, my favorite part was the first activity my team went to, Wacky Relays, because the counselor there had so much team spirit. He really helped us and motivated us to do better, and, in this case, go faster. He cheered for us and helped us. I really liked how he "granted us wishes" and helped us when we needed it. "Granting us wishes," means getting us extra things when we needed it. I also admired how he cheered us on and encouraged us to cheer on the other teams as well. All of the activities were team building in their own unique way. I

am so glad that 5th graders were given the opportunity to go on this field trip. I hope that never changes.

Rose MagnerMs. Stadelmann

Grade 3

Rose went to the library to check out a book,She chose her favorite and sat down to look….

At all of the drawings on her favorite pagesShe could sit there reading for ages and ages!

She soon dozed off and heard a loud boom, A bookcase had fallen on her in that room!

Rose looked at herself all flattened and shookOh Shucks, now I can’t finish my book!

Worst Day Ever! Grace GeretyMrs. Morgan

Grade 3

Boom! I ran down stairs and my mom is such a bad cook that she made breakfast blow up. As I went upstairs to get dresst, I forgot the bus was going to be an hour early. So I mist the bus. So my mom drove me. My mom only likes smooth jazz muzic.

I only like pop muzic. It was the worst car ride ever.

As I walked into school I thought about how bad my morning was. NO! Pop quiz on algebra. Algebra is the worst. Is it math? Is it science? Some one tell me! No, I got an F on the pop quiz! Good, lunch, I need lunch. I think I’m going to eat my oreos first. That is gross who put tooth past in my oreos? Time for art class. No! Art project due today. Got another F. My mom forgot to pick me up. So I need to walk home in the poring rain. I positively hate school!

When I got home I SCREAMED! I found my goldfish and my dog dead. No my mom ate my pet patatow. He

was my favorite. To cheer me up my parents took me to the zoo. But when I was visiting the hippos I fell in when it was dummy attack time. I think they got me out auvenchly. I’m going to bed now I think I’m dead. ZZZZZZZZHadley DaSutaGrade 5Mrs. Watts

A Halloween Poem

Halloween, Halloween a scary time but fun.With horrific zombies, ugly witches, and people that get booed and say "I'm done!"

Skeletons chitter chatter with all of their bones. With fun parties by scary ringtones.

When you hear a ding dong you know you've been booed, it's anonymous but then you get a text that says "Guess Who?"Then the ghosts and spirits say "BOOED YOU!"

When you come back home you are afraid tiny goblins will come near. So you will go to bed in fear.

Happy Halloween!

Cormac WeilerGrade 3Ms. Stadelmann

Taffy Trouble

My class went to a taffy-making place, My teacher was getting on my case.

She said don’t touch the taffy machineYou might get stuck in between.

But the taffy smelled so good.I got closer than I should!

The Playoff Game

Charlie SmithMs. Stadelmann

Grade 3

Charlie’s favorite Bengal is Geno AtkinsHe is famous for all of his sackin’s

One Day after a big playoff gameCharlie saw Gino and called out his name

“Hey Gino Can I have your autograph?”Gino said sure kid and gave a small laugh.

He walked up to Charlie but he trips and fallsOn top of Charlie, wearing full pads and all

And even though Charlie will always be flatHe’s still Geno’s Number one fan after that.

FLAT COLINColin Hulett

Ms. StadelmannGrade 3

During hockey practice while working on some drills I was feeling proud, because I’ve got major skills.Riley took an awesome shoot, I was near the net the goalie fell on top of me when the puck flew in the net. I wish that I had heard my coach yell duck.Now I am flat as that flying hockey puck.

DO I HAVE THE HOUSE FOR YOUPatience Cleveland

Ms. HanlonGrade 3

Do I have the house for you beware at night. Lock your doors. It is fun in the day time. You can go visit the graveyard. I wish I lived there. The piano plays Halloween tunes even, if you are not in the room. You feel like someone is watching you. On Halloween there are awesome

pumpkins in the garden. I love it there it is so, so much fun. If I were you I would move there. It is the place to live and celebrate in. My house is for sale price of 10 Million dollars.

Nolan RocheGrade 5Mrs. Fuchs

A person I admire is Tyler Seguin. Tyler Seguin is a N.H.L. hockey player that used to play for the Bruins but got traded to the Dallas Stars. His number is 11 and he plays center like me. The reason I chose my number to be 11 is because that is Tyler Seguin's number. I admire him because his best feature is skating with speed and that is my best feature to. I'm like a not as good version of Tyler Seguin. Most people say that the worst hockey trade ever was the trade the involved Tyler Seguin. The trade was Tyler Seguin for Loui Erickson. It was such a bad trade because Tyler Seguin was only 21 and Loui Erickson was 27 so Dallas could have Seguin longer than the

Bruins could have Erickson most likely. Also Seguin had the 3d most amount of points in the N.H.L. last year and Loui Erickson wasn't even in the top 11 for points last year on his team. I'm actually glad Seguin got traded because he does so much for the Dallas Stars and gets a lot of goals. But I must admit I cried the day Seguin got traded. Also, Tyler Seguin looks like me. This year he is leading the league in points. I think he'll win the most valuable player of the year this year. I hope some day I'll be playing with Tyler Seguin. In my opinion Tyler Seguin is the best player in the N.H.L.

What I Play with My FriendsBy Jeb Slimbaugh, grade 5, Mrs. Fuchs Literacy

One of my favorite things I do with my friends in the summer is play soccer at the beach. I play with my friends Abby, Alex, Will, William, Tierney, Jack, Nathan and Charlie. We all go to the beach together a lot and eat dinner.

We play soccer on sandbars and if we can’t find a sandbar, we play pickle in an open

parking spot, or we play baseball. During the soccer game we take it very seriously, we have referees, out of bounds, and a lot more rules. When we play baseball we have team captain. William and Jack are the only two who play baseball so they are always captains. Although everyone else is really good too. We always have a homerun marker to tell if the hit is an automatic homerun. In pickle we choose the throwers and try to run for our lives. We always assign two risk takers. I’m always one. The risk takers always run and try to dodge the ball, if they do, everyone else runs. When it gets dark, we play manhunt. We run across the whole beach. I can always find a hole in the ground to hide in and just duck down. I wear a black sweatshirt so it’s hard for everyone else to see me. I can’t wait until next summer.

Fall

By Noah Hornecker, grade 5, Mrs. Fuchs Literacy

Fall,

Always cold,

With leaves falling,

Eating all those pies,

Rich, ripe apples,

Apple cider,

Sunsets.

Sunrise,

Warm fire,

Giant leaf pile,

Salting, roasting, big chestnuts,

Voluminous stuffed turkey,

Inviting guests,

Darkness.

Fall,

Always shining,

All everlasting fun,

Cold nights and bright days,

All these makeup,

The season,

Fall.

OctoberBy Anna Sovik, grade 5, Mrs. Fuchs Literacy

My favorite day of October is October 31st because it’s Halloween! Halloween is so much fun because you get to dress up and be anything you want to be. This year I think I am going to be an angel!

Every Halloween I am eager to go trick-or-treating and get some yummy candy! My favorite candies are Snickers, M’n’M’s, Twix, Kit-Kats and Milky Way’s. When I go out I usually go with my mom, dad, two brothers, and my sister. We always race up to the doors to find the best treat in our neighbor’s bowls! My family goes trick-or-treating on Rogers Way and Fox Run, two huge neighborhoods with lots of kids and candy. The most common costumes to see are ghosts, cats, witches and skeletons! My brothers are being an Indian and a soccer player. My little sister is being Elsa, her favorite Disney princess.

When my family and I get home, the kids all rush to the dining room table to dump out our candy and trade it! Pretty soon the table is covered in so much candy you can barely see the table. We trade, then each pick out some candy to eat before bed.

As soon as my head touches the pillow I fall asleep dreaming about candy, costumes, and how much fun I had on October 31st, the spookiest night of the year! Happy Halloween!

Survival

By Conor Howlett, grade 5, Mrs. Burns Literacy

“Hello?! Hello?!” The pilot yells into the dead phone. We were flying, well crashing, over the Caribbean Sea. It was a half hour ago when we heard the strange creak coming from the two man aircraft. When I glanced out the window five minutes later I saw a very long jagged crack on the wing! I told the pilot but then the creak turned to an awful screech and the wing blew off in a ball of flames. Well here we are now spinning through the air towards the sea. The pilot gives up on the phone and starts muttering ten seconds till impact…five till impact three two one….WHAM!!!!!

All the windows explode on impact. Water rushes and then recedes as we skipped into the air, hit a wave and sail through the air towards an…island! I immediately know we are going to hit it so I dive out of a window into the sea. The plane hits with a bone shattering bang. I painfully dragged myself onto the beach and see a flicker of fire reaching towards the half buried bottom of the plane. I dive into the water but do not evade the searing pain of fire as the plane’s gas tank explodes Sending flame and shrapnel against my back. I sink in the shallow water for a second then come up gasping for air. I take stock of my surroundings, huge vine covered trees, a few small hills and one great big mountain, which looks huge. Then I remember. The pilot! I did not

see him jump so he must be…I refused to think about it. I ran towards the wreckage of the plane to find anything I could use to survive. I find the control board, still smoldering with a few copper wires sticking out. I take these thinking I could make some snares or something. There is one item I look for specifically: a survival bag. Almost every plane has one and I kind of remember seeing a nylon bag under my seat. After digging through some sand I find it, or well half of it. In it is a chipped knife it has a serrated side so good for cutting, a full water bottle though it does have a small leak. There is a small cooking pot and three of those add water and heat meals. I feel as if there would be more supplies and possibly better in the other half. A small walk down the beach rewards me, sort of. It’s partially submerged in water, which destroyed a thing of matches. There’s a spool of nylon cable, which could be useful. The rest of the items must have floated away or sunk I think sadly. I turn out my pockets and a gum wrapper comes out and the phone the pilot was using. I inspected it closer. One battery fell out somewhere but the other one appears fully charged. Hey wind starts blowing and for the first time I realize how cold the beach is with the wind. I start to trudge towards the jungle landscape and night falls.

I am about 200 yards from the beach when I am overcome with exhaustion from the stressful day. I managed to drag myself under a small bush before I am asleep. Grrrrr. It’s the snarl that awakens me, also the howling. When I come to my senses I’m face to face with a large, black, wolf. I start towards the knife that I dropped next to me when I slept, but as I do two more wolves emerge from the darkness. I continue towards the knife, but as I scooped it up the black one lunges at me. Frantically I roll towards the side and before I realized what I’m doing I’m scurrying up a tree. An hour or so later the wolves leave but I stay in the tree. So much for a good first day in the Caribbean.

The next morning I dropped to the ground and almost collapse from hunger. I need to eat some of that precious food. I take a few small sips of water, and then start thinking about getting the food. I’ll need to get fire I think. Then I know what I’ll do. I make a small fire pit and take out the battery and gum wrapper. I remember a fire-making trick I once did. I bend the middle of the paper-aluminum wrapper into a fine thread, and then I take the battery and touch each end to opposite sides of the wrapper. It got painfully hot in my hands but I can’t let go. When I am about to give up, it does what I expect…lights on fire. I gently put it into the bundle of sticks, leaves and logs and it lights up. I quickly cook the food then eat it gratefully. When the fire dies down I take the now empty packet of food and put a few hot coals in with the blade of the knife and a stick. Now that the battery is gone I intend to keep the fire going by taking embers with me. Now that I have a full stomach I tend to a tricky matter: shelter.

I think about it for a minute and look at the cliffs, they’re made of an old stone and I think I might be lucky to find a cave or two. I slowly trudged through the dense jungle trying to reach the cliff where I could find my home. When I finally reached the cliff I was dumbfounded. It was at least five times bigger than I thought and has a platform with some rich greenery on it. First, I scanned the base of the cliff. I did find a small cave, but the entrance faced the wind so that was out of the question. I scanned the remaining ground and found nothing. The wind started to howl, then with a start I realized it wasn’t the wind it was wolves.

In a second of my escape was clear. I climbed the sheer rock wall onto the ledge of greenery. I looked down and saw six grey wolves all snarling and howling. The black one wasn’t there. They tried and failed to scale the cliff so I observed the ledge. It has a stone base yet the back wall was up dirt. Then I saw him. He was on the ledge above me and was preparing to leap. The large black wolf jumped and missed skidding

down the cliff hitting the ground, laying still then bounding to his feet and growled. I pressed my back against the dirt wall and it collapsed. Falling. I fell about 2 feet then hit the ground with a THUNK. I had fallen through the wall into a small cave room. It was about the size of a large shed with a roof about 6 feet high and made of dirt. I wanted to live here, oh I did, but the wind blew straight through the entrance and the cave was cold. I refuse to give up though. The next morning I went back to the plane wreck. I scanned the wreckage for the piece I wanted. I found it floating in the water 20 yards out. I jumped in and started swimming to the floating door. I intended to take the hinges and attach it to two posts I would attach to the door, which would keep the wind and animals out. When I finally reach the door, I hopped on intending to paddle and kick back. I got about a foot before I saw the shiny gray fin.

I was overcome with terror, even more so when it’s huge gray head exploded out of the water to my left. I grabbed my knife and stabbed the beast in the nose. It goes down with tons of spray and I paddle faster than an Olympian swimmer. When I finally dragged the door through the woods and up the cliff I was exhausted. I only just manage to attach the door before I passed out. When I woke I don’t know where I am and I’m hungry. I need to make fire and food but I want to do this properly. I crawl over to the back of the cave where there’s a small spring of clean water I discovered the previous night. At the bottom of the pool, there’s a bank of clay. I scoop up tons of it in the pot, and outside on a hot rock in the sun shape into bricks to dry. Next, I inspect the roof of the cave. In one corner there’s a thin layer I knock that out with a log I found and grab the clay bricks and make a small chimney and fireplace. The chimney sags so I take wood poles for supports on the outside. Finally, I cook the food, replenish the water from the spring and watch the sun set.

When it gets dark I can’t sleep and I realize how dark it is in my cave. I decide to make lanterns. I use a sea turtle shell that I got from the beach when I wanted a new meal but anyway I took a shell and made a turtle fat wick and used some embers to light the candle and fireplace. I heard the wolves howling but I wasn’t worried unless the wolves tried to jump like the black wolf did. When I woke up I decided I was tired of the pre-made meals so I took the copper wire and made a few snares in places I had seen rabbits. My clothes, by now, were very torn and dirty and I imagined a deerskin jacket lined with rabbit fur. I found a clearing and made a figure four-trap which is basically a four made out of sticks with bait on point and when the deer takes the bait the four collapses dropping a log the four supports on the prey. For bait I boiled hickory sticks, which leave a salty residue. I smothered a ball of turtle fat with it and deer like salt so I thought it was the perfect bait. A week or so later I did end up getting a deer and a batch of rabbits. I tanned the leather and used a deer bone I made into a needle to sew the jacket.

When fall came I realized something. I crashed in the spring and it was now fall. I thought I would be rescued by now so I didn’t have food storages nor did I have a place to put hem. I decided I might want to explore the land above the cave. I quickly found a path up that the wolves used. When I reached the top, I was surprised to see a large and very old kapok tree. I looked around the summit but there was nothing I could do. Maybe I could hollow the center of the tree and trudge up in the winter. Actually, I never had to do either of those. When I was walking down, I tripped in it. It was a small hole; a rabbit hole and it lead under the tree. Thinking I might be able to get some rabbits, I start to excavate the hole. I did not get rabbits but a solution to the problem. I broke into the rotten root area of the tree and I find a small cavity about three feet high and four feet wide. I step down and crouch in. I scoot into the corner and the ground creaks, groans, then falls under my feet. When falling, what surprises me most is the cavern with a fire in it, oh wait its my cavern. The roof collapsed next to the fire dousing the flame.

I dash outside and grab leaves and twigs that I piled outside for fuel. I toss them on the embers and blow steadily and gently on the fire and it bursts alive. I soon realize that the root room is the perfect place for storage. I make a ladder with strong branches and bind them with vines from the nearby trees. I climb up the ladder quick as a flash. When I reach the room I realize how low the ceiling is. I try a risky way to add space, if I succeed it will give me much needed space; if it fails it could bury me alive. Quickly I make a torch using kapok bark curved outward. I fill it with wild grass and sticks. I grab the cooking pot and fill it with water, better be safe then sorry, scoop an ember up with the flat blade of the knife and toss it into the torch. It explodes in flame and I scurry up the ladder. I light the rotten wood and leave it to burn for a bit, when I return an hour later its like a bonfire. Worried, I grab the pot and douse the fire. A few days pervious I had made an exe out of metal from the planes wing and some of the wire and cord to attach it to a rod, I grab it now and start scooping through the charred wood. It falls apart easily. Within ten minutes I have a proper storage. The rest of the fall is spent hunting, fishing, trapping and gathering I actually have to cut out 5 inches into the storage for extra room.

The winter comes and I’m hit with blizzards and hurricanes. I couldn’t care less. I stayed holed up all winter eating and sometimes going out for a bit of sunshine. I never got off the island but I think I’d be sad if I did.

After story

Squeak, squish. My sealskin boots sound like mice as I trudge through the dense jungle. I spotted a large craft covered in smoke from my

lookout position. I hear a yell of pain and start to run. When I reach the beach, I see a cruise ship covered in flames slowly sinking. I watch as several people jump into the clear water below. Apparently only one man sees my island. The other people are in survival boats or clinging to wreckage. As I watch the man notices me and starts swimming towards the island. Now, the reef around the island in the semi shallow water is infested with bull sharks. Fearing for the man, I hop into the canoe I made for deep-water fishing. I paddle crazily and notice the fin circling the man. Quickly I grab the throwing spear I fashioned so that if a shark comes at the fish I get I can scare it away. As it gets closer, I heave the heavy spear above my head and throw with all my might. It plunges into the shark’s dorsal and the shark retreats to the deep. I heave the man into the boat, and paddle home.

Three weeks later

I give the boat a hard shove and yell goodbye. The man was Thomas Goodman who was doing research on the boat. It took two weeks to build a kayak for the man and another to stock it with water skins and food. The man repaid me by doing much hunting and filling my store tree. I watched as he floated away and wondered what will happen in the real world when he returns, that is, if he returns….

Magic BusBy Welles Holbrook, Grade 5, Mrs. Fuchs Literacy

Rose Johnson may be 12, but she’s not in sixth grade. She’s in college. She is a genius in everything she does. Art, math, sports, reading, science, puzzles and codes, singing, and dancing. You name it she can do it. Besides the fact that she’s a genius, Rose has had an average life. She goes to the

movies with her friends, has ice cream, and is always playing outside. She is tall, very skinny and has blond hair and blue eyes, so she almost fits in with the college kids. Every adult thinks she’s at least 15, so she’s lucky. None of the older kids tease her.

As Rose heads onto the city bus to go to the library so she can return War and Peace, after reading it in a day, she can’t help but notice the strange bus driver. He has blue hair, two different colored eyes; one blue and one green, and is wearing a Scottish kilt and a Star Wars tee shirt. Not one to judge, Rose walks politely past him and takes a seat in the middle. “First stop: Town Hall, second stop: Windmill Park, last stop: Valley Library.” The bus driver calls out. Settling in for a long ride, Rose lies down. She hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while. “Valley Library! Last stop! Everyone off!” I awake with a start. Apparently I dozed off. Looking around, I notice two things. 1. I am the only person on the bus besides the driver and 2. We are definitely not at the Valley Library. In honestly, it looks like we’re inside the GeorgeVille Bridge. My college went there once for construction class. How in the world did we get here? You can’t get inside the bridge in a car, much less in a bus. As I uncertainly walk down the aisle, the bus driver turns, winks at me, then opens the doors and gestures for me to go. Climbing down the steps I can see people milling around the cold, metal area. They aren’t construction workers though; they are people in suits and dresses, as if this is where they work. That’s crazy! Nobody has worked down here since the Great Depression when company owners met in secret to discuss financial crisis.

A woman wearing a blue dress, brown hair in a tight bun, and carrying a suitcase walks towards me. “Hello Rose. Follow me.” She says in a stiff tone. Wondering how she knew my name, I follow her into another metal room, this time filled with papers instead of people. “We have recruited you to be our top agent. Now you must not say a word of this to anyone, not your parents and not your best friend Elizabeth. We have watched for several months now and know we can trust you with this. Tomorrow you will start following around two men and their three cats. You need to catch the same bus you took today at 7:43am sharp. If you are late you are fired. If you are early you are fired. Now go.” Scurrying away towards the bus, my thoughts are a jumbled mess. Do I want to be a secret agent? Is this for real? What am I supposed to act like now that I’m an agent?

Heading home, I know that whatever tomorrow brings, I can handle. After all, I am Rose Johnson, girl genius, secret agent.

Hockey Poem

by Zoe Garrett

Mrs Burns

5th Grade

Hockey

I have the puck; I’m on the iceI have to go, I scurry like miceThe opponent’s gaining on me

Now I really have to flee!The clock is ticking, 10, 9, and 8...

I have to shoot, and it has to be great!I get ready, I take a wrist shot

My teammates cheer, as it doesn’t get caught!I look around, people are starting to clap

I smile with pride as I take a victory lap!

Tower of Terror

by Lauren E. Burton

Mrs Burns

5th Grade

Tower of Terror

I’m getting strapped into the ride, hearing distant screams from the other riders. The cart starts to move slowly. There’s a flicker of light and a screen turns on in front of me. I can feel my mom’s breath on the back of my neck. The video shows a scene I will never forget. The scene where they show how the ride came to be shook me. Just when I thought the video was over, a face popped into it and a deep scraggly voice said, “Welcome to the TOWER OF TERROR!!!!!!!!!”

I’m extremely terrified! The anticipation is killing me! I look to my mom, grasping on to her cold arm. I can almost feel her pulse getting faster and faster. I hear a creak to my left, then my right. I feel sweat beading up on my forehead. It’s like I can hear the wings of the butterflies in my stomach. I notice the room getting darker as we move slowly. The ride suddenly gets faster and faster. The video is showing a strange white spinning door getting closer as we move. I start to get shivers down my spine as we move farther away from the exit door. We stop with a thud. Then, there’s a sudden drop and all I can hear is a deafening screams of fear.

We keep falling and falling, faster and faster. We stop, we go up at the speed of lightning. I see a light and I see the park of Hollywood Studios, and then it disappears and is replaced with darkness. We fall again. I lose my grip on my mom’s arm. We stop and go up, making everyone terrified. We stop, I’m sure the ride is over. There’s a look of relief on everyone’s faces. We wait till the doors open but they don’t. I start to say something to my mom when there is a straight drop. I feel my stomach go up in my throat. My hair is flying up in the air. I thought this ride would never be over but we stop. I prepare myself for another drop, but instead, the

ride is flooded with light. The ride is over. I unbuckle myself and I step out of the ride, I can barely walk, I feel to dizzy. We all feel like the ride just started.

I can’t believe I went on that ride.

For the rest of the day I ask my parents if we can go on the ride again. They keep saying no but I keep asking them.

We walk to lunch. I keep looking back on the ride and thinking to myself “I can’t believe I went on that ride! I can’t wait till next year!” I turn around and walk with pride in my step.

Halloween Poem

by Ella Friend

Mrs Watts

5th Grade

Halloween Poem

Creepy ghouls and scary ghosts give a fright

On this fun-filled night.

Yummy candy is for trick or treat

It’s a holiday that is super sweet.

Crazy costumes are really cool

Even if you are a creepy ghoul.

One more thing I must say

Have a happy Halloween Hooray!

Halloween Poem

by Matthew Ciesielski

Mrs Watts

5th Grade

Halloween is now near!

This fun holiday is not to fear.

Time to celebrate all that sour candy.

Candy can be really dandy!

Trick-or-treating is so great.

That now it’s time to celebrate.

Now it’s time to start the party.

You better not to tardy to the Halloween party.

By Conner Peters

Ms. Stadelmann

3rd Grade

One day Conner was playing in a soccer game,

The Conner heard the coach calling out his name.

The other team had a fierce break awayThe coach said, “Conner only you can save the day”.

Conner bravely blocked the kick, the crowd started to roar,

But when they looked at Conner he was as flat as a floor.

“Oh no” said Conner’s mother, can you believe that!Now I have a son who is permanently flat!

The Story of the Elephant

By Benjamin Clelland

Ms. Stadelmann

3rd Grade

The Story of the Elephant

My Flat Ben is flat of course, He became flat from too much force!

He was the elephant trainer at the zoo,

And he bent down to tie his shoe.

The elephant stepped back and tripped over Ben,

Now his training days have come to an end!

First: Mackenzie Last: Proukou

Grade: 5 Teacher’s Name: Mrs. Leighton

Blue and Sandy

“It’s almost time for that disgusting, so called ‘Fish Food’ again”, I

complained. At that moment, pink, flakes, fell from a small can, sprinkling the top

of the bowl that I shared with Sandy, another fish. “It smells like a massive

garbage truck just came by our road!” said the girl human, Beth, who was in

charge of feeding us. “They think it smells bad, but they don’t know what it’s like

to have to eat this junk!” Sandy said, slurping up the flakes, but only because she

was hungry.

Just then, Garfield, the orange cat named after the famous cartoon

character, crept up the table our fish bowl was on. “Hello Blue, hello Sandy”, he

said calmly. “I could go for a little something to top off my lunch of Kitty Crunch’s

dried, artificially flavored cat food”, he continued. “I don’t know, I was thinking of

something like…fresh fish? Fresh fish raised from my own house?” he said. “5,

4, 3, 2, 1”, I counted down. “Phsssshhhhhh! Reeeyyyyoooww!” Garfield’s collar

sprayed some kind of substance that Garfield obviously didn’t like right in his

face. “Happens every time,” Sandy said, watching Garfield run around the living

room. “It looks like John is playing soccer outside again”, I observed. I always

enjoy watching him get better and better through the sliding glass door on the

other side of the living room. Sandy wasn’t paying attention. She was looking at

the YouTube video Beth was watching on her laptop. “Blue! Come here! You

have to see Beth’s new video! It’s hilarious!” Sandy said.

As you can see, there are a lot of things to watch from our little fish bowl in

the living room. You should come and visit some time.

Grace Landolfi

Grade: 5

Teacher’s Name: Mrs. Leighton

09/23/14

Popcorn Kernel

I’m a kernel of popcorn. I was just put into a package yesterday. I have to

say it is quite crowded. My friends told me that getting popped was not fun. An I

knew that it was close to popping time. I didn’t know where I was or when it was.

All I could hear was the big machines rolling around the factory. My friends and I

were hitting each other when going into a box. The duct tape sealed the box

tight and we were sent into a truck. It felt like miles getting driven. Finally the

truck came to a complete stop. The men carried the box to a store down the

road I was getting put on a shelf. Of course I was the last on it so I would be the

package grabbed next. The white paper was hard to see through. But then I

heard a crinkling and a hand that looked like a claw grabbed the package. Again

I was brought on the road into a house, where I could barely see through those

really hungry kids. I knew this would be the end. Then suddenly a heard a

woman say, “Press the start button.”

The microwave was burning like hot fire on a cold winter night. I started to

feel dizzy when spinning around. My other friends to pop and I got worried.

What was I going to do? I heard the popping. And it did not look pretty. Finally I

heard a beep and the door opened and the fresh air felt good. I was confused

about who I was. I was still a kernel in a bag with all my friends but we were all

popped.

And then a scissor cut through the bag and it we got poured into a bowl. I

saw the hand grab me and I was put onto a board with this sticky stuff called

glue. I was brought into a classroom. I was on a presentation board and a

sticker with an A+ on it. I was on an A+ paper!

Lilly Donovan

Grade: 5

Mrs. Leighton

IF I WERE ONE INCH TALL

If I were one inch tall for a day, I would like to buy a mushroom that’s red

with white polka dots. I would go on walks through the little meadows around my

mushroom home. If I were one inch tall I would use my small ability to fly on a

Red

Cardinal. Red Cardinals are usually out in the winter, so if I used a red cardinal

to fly around I could hop off of the cardinal and play in the snow! I would make

mini snowmen and use them to keep me company while all of my friends are on

vacation! My mushroom would have to be at least 32 degrees. That would be

one cold mushroom!

Since I can only stay little for a day I would have to go to my normal size

doctor to get a shot that makes me big again. While I am small I would like to

explore all of the giant mansions that are filled with gold bricks and yummy food!

I can just imagine all of the candy and chocolate that I would be able to eat! If

I’m small I can use one chocolate bar, a giant marshmallow, and the most sugary

graham crackers to make the ultimate s’more!

The one thing that I have always wanted to do if I ever got small was to

take a long nap on a marshmallow. Just smelling the sugary sweetness of the

marshmallow would make me fast asleep, dreaming about living in a world of

candy.

The reason that I would do all these things if I were small, is because I

wouldn’t be able to do them if I were big. I would only stay small for a few hours

because my parents might get worried that I am gone for so long. Even though I

am right under their noses! I would also have to make an appointment at the

doctor’s office to get big again. These are all of the things that I would do if I

were small.

Maeve SheehanGrade 5Mrs. Watts

HALLOWEEN

Halloween is tomorrow nightA lot of decorations give me frightMy expensive costume is going to be a scary ghostMy little brother Dermott is going to be a party hostI'm going with a group of friends

My little brother might come, he said it dependsI hope I get lots of chocolate and caramel candyBeing full of delicious sugar might come in handy

Corin Muzrim Grade 5 Mrs. Watts

Halloween is a very scary night.

Seeing creepy ghosts and scary goblins give me such a fright.

Trick-or-treating is something I like to do.

I got with lots of nice family and close friends too.

For Halloween I might be a black and orange cat.

Or maybe a little girl with a big colorful hat.

I don't know what I'm going to be.

But I know creepy things are what I'll see.