Sunday, February 10, 2013

How Scary Can Halloween Be?


Little Ghost was urging his mother to get out of the bloodbath. "Come on, mummy, when are you going to get out of the bloodbath?" little ghost said.

"Remember little ghost, I'm not getting out of the bloodbath until the water gets hot," his mother said.

"But that takes two ghost hours," said Little Ghost, "And I need you to get out now!"

"Little ghost, stop that jabbering and leave me alone," she said and bathed on.

Later that day, Little Ghost wanted to get a door lock, because he was afraid of humans. He asked his mother, "Mummy, can I have 20 pieces of white candy corn money?"

"What?" said his mother, "What do you need 20 pieces of white candy corn for?"

"To get a door lock," Little Ghost said.

His mother sighed. "You know I won't give you 20 pieces of white candy corn just to get a door lock."

"But-" said Little Ghost.

"You know you need to take your nap, Little Ghost, so go take it now!"

After Little Ghosts's nap, he asked her again if he could buy a door lock. "Buying a door lock is not on the top of the list," said his mother. She was annoyed, so she took an aspirin tablet.

It was Halloween night, and Little Ghost still didn't have a door lock. Grandma Ghost came over to stay the night at their house because Grandpa Ghost was in France and she didn't have anyone to cook for her.

There was knock at the door. "Well, go open it Little Ghost," his mummy said. So Little Ghost was forced to open the door, and when he did.... there were about 12 humans standing at the doorway!

"Aaaaaaaaaah!" screamed Little Ghost as he ran around the room. "Umph," he said, as he ran into grandma's belly.

"Well," grandma said, "you almost ran right through me. Aren't these little monsters your friends?"

"Huh?" said Little Ghost, and turned around. The humans took off their masks, and revealed his friend Wolfie, the Werewolf, Violeta the Vampire, Morris the Mummy, and nine more of his other friends. "Oh," said Little Ghost, feeling kind of embarrassed, "Was it you all along?"

Wolfie smiled, "Maybe, or maybe not," he said.

The End








Wednesday, February 6, 2013

A Long Way from Home




 Chapter 1: No Pants!

I am in a valley of butterflies and clouds.  Then I feel fur brushing against my cheek.  It feels like coyote’s fur!  Wait, coyotes aren't in my dream.  I sit up and rub my eyes.  I hear someone screaming!  It sounds like my mom!  I stand up and quickly braid my hair.  I slip on my shoes and almost exit our family’s teepee, when I hear dad whisper shouting, “Ala, you forgot your pants!”  I looked down at my bare legs and I noticed that I had forgotten my pants!  “Ooops!”  I said, and then pulled up my warm tan pants.  When I looked up, I noticed that my dad was up and dressed.  Well, half dressed.

“Dad,” I said, trying to be very surprised but in my mind I heard myself saying Ala, don’t you dare laugh.  “You..you forgot your pants!”  I couldn’t keep it in any longer, and I burst out laughing.  The sight of his face was so funny when he looked down at his bare legs, that I hit the ground laughing.

I must have hit my head harder than I thought, because when I opened my eyes and sat up, I was on my horse Cloud.  She is a very sweet brown horse with white spots all over her.  Then I felt a little scratch of talons on my shoulder.   “Sanna!”  I shouted gladly.  Sanna is my other pet, a bald eagle. She is gentle with me and always leaves me when she goes hunting, but comes back eventually that day. Today she hunted a rattle snake and gave me the tail. 

“Dad,” I said, “why are we on horseback? And where are we?” 

“We…well,” he stammered. 

“Come on, Dad,” I said.  “Spit it out.”

“Well…your mother got taken by a pack of coyotes.”

It sounded to me that he said that Mom got taken by a pack of coyotes, really fast so that he could get done with it as quickly as possible.  Once that was all in my head, I said “Giddy-up Cloud! If we want to catch up to mom we need to make haste.”  Cloud whinnied and took off. 

“Ala, no!” shouted my dad.  But it was too late, I was heading for cactuses!

Chapter 2: A Prickly Situation


Cloud whinnied and reared up.  “Ya!”  I said as I almost fell off.  I got off Cloud and walked a little bit.  Then, I noticed that Cloud was limping.  I motioned for Cloud to stop so Dad could catch up to us.  “Ala,” he scolded, “never disobey me again young lady!” 

“Sorry Dad, but look!”  I said as I pointed at Cloud’s hoof.  Dad turned Cloud’s hoof around.  Cloud neighed as he took the prickle out of her hoof, then licked him when he gave her an apple.

Chapter 3: The Map


As my dad lit a fire, I laid my head against Cloud’s back and looked up at the sparkling stars in the night sky.
Sanna flew over and landed on a rock.  She had found bits of deer on a dead deer’s skull, and brought me a piece of its antler.  “Dad,” I said.  “Where do you think Mom is?”  I wondered if dad would know the answer to my question.  Probably not.

“Ala,” he finally said.  “That question can’t be surely answered, but I do have a good guess where the coyotes are going.”  He picked up a stick and drew a map in the moist soil.  He circled the place where we are and drew an X where he thought the coyotes had taken Mom.   When he was done, I studied the map and then pointed at the place where Dad had marked ‘ghost town’ and said “Why did they name it Ghost Town?  They should have named it Deserted Town.”  We laughed and then I fell asleep.

I woke up long before dawn.  I lit a fire and looked at the map Dad had drawn.  Dad wasn't awake yet, so I didn’t think out loud.  Aha!  I thought as I picked up a stick and drew the quickest pathway to where the coyotes were thought to be.  Hmmm.   I thought.   Well, we’ll have to go through the woods and um  down this hill and  -- I stopped at the ghost town and shuddered.  Would it be faster if we went through the ghost town or around it?  I pushed my braids back.  Some times it helps me think better.  I finally chose around it.  Then I threw some sand into the fire and fell asleep hoping that I had chosen the right direction.


Chapter 4: Flash Rock


I woke up with this nuzzle on my cheek.  It was Cloud telling me in her kind horsey language that she was hungry and you’d better get up.  I rubbed my eyes and got up and gave her an apple.  Dad was meditating.  That meant I was supposed to stay quiet, so I took Cloud for a walk.  But before I could get off Cloud, a rock fell out of the sky and landed in my hand.  I looked up and there was Sanna.  I was pretty sure that Sanna had accidentally hunted a rock that looked like an armadillo.  Then Sanna took off to find a different prey.

 I got off Cloud and then felt the rough sides of the rock.  I turned it over and on it were little squiggly lines.  I couldn't make out what the picture was, if there even was one.    I turned it over to one side and then it all came into place.   It was the map that Dad had drawn.   Only except that there was a pathway, and what was it?  There was a little blue flashing light.  The place where the light was, was where I was.  “Da—” I started to say, but I remembered that he was meditating, and I decided that I would keep Flash Rock a secret.  I named it Flash Rock because of its flashing blue light.  I tied Flash Rock to a piece of string that I found in my pocket and put it around my neck.

I took off the necklace that my Mom had given me for my 5th birthday, and remembered how my mother had said “Something beautiful for someone beautiful.”  I sighed and put my beautiful beaded necklace in my right pocket and waited for my dad to stop meditating.

Chapter 5: Thinking


While Dad finished meditating, I copied the pathway shown on Flash Rock on to Dad’s map.  I carefully tried to draw the exact same line, but I shuddered when I drew a line through the ghost town.

Dad had finished meditating, so I said “Dad, I know the fastest way to get where Mom is.”  I pointed at the map.  “I’m sure that that is the fastest way.”   I didn't know if the path on Flash Rock was correct.  After all, it was just a rock.  But something inside me knew that the markings on Flash Rock were right.  I just knew it.

Chapter 6: Into the Woods


“We’re off,” said Dad.  It is afternoon now and we are on our way to the woods.

“Ya!”  we both said and Cloud, (my horse) and Nightmare (Dad’s horse) galloped off.

As we entered the woods the sun started to set.  I could hear crackling noises as if some creature was following us.  The more crackling I heard, the more tense and afraid I became.  “Stop!” I said. “ I've got a feeling that we are lost.”

Me and dad motioned for our horses to stop.  Then Dad said “We might as well be.”  I pushed my braid back and thought.  If only we had some sort of compass.  It is dark now so we can’t make a sun compass.  Aha!  I can use Flash Rock.  I took Flash Rock out from under my dress and noticed that we had made a left turn instead of a right turn.  “Dad,” I said, “I know where we have to go.”

Chapter 7: Hillside Slip



As we reached the end of the woods, it was late at night and we laid down to sleep.  But I just couldn't fall asleep.  Maybe it was the thought of creatures still following us or maybe it was that the moon was too bright, but it seemed to me that rest coming was impossible.  But somehow it came.

“Ala, wake up.” It was Dad shaking me to get up.  We took our horses to a hill.  I turned my back to Dad and checked on Flash Rock to see if we were supposed to go down the hill.  The pathway on Flash Rock went down the hill.  It was a pretty steep hill.  A rocky hill too.

Cloud and Nightmare started to trot down the hill when suddenly Nightmare tripped over a rock and fell on his butt, which knocked over Dad and make him fall on his butt.  And then both of them slid in circles and bumped into Cloud which caused her to fall on her butt, which caused me to fall on my butt.  We slid in circles down the hill.  When we reached the bottom, me and Dad looked at each other and laughed.  Then we set off once again.

Chapter 8: Ghost Town


As we walked into the ghost town, a horrible thought passed through me.  What if there are real ghosts here.  There was nothing that I was more scared of than ghosts.  Creak, creak.  I jumped.  But I noticed it was just the shutters.  I thought I had heard whispering, but it was the wind.  Then I saw a huge spider but it was just some sagebrush rolling around.  I held my breath, with my eyes wide.  The trip through the ghost town was the worst trip ever.   That is why I was so relieved when we finally got out.

Chapter 9: The Big Hike


Peck, peck, peck, went Sanna's beak.  “OK, fine.”  I said and gave her a scrap of meat.  “Here,” I said.  We were about half way up the big mountain (our final destination).  I gently patted a panting Cloud and gave her an apple.  I looked up and shaded my eyes.  The sun was so hot that I felt like a snowman melting in the summer.  I pushed my braids back and paused for a moment and then said, “The cave looks about a half? No a quarter of a mile away.” 

By the time we got up there, the sky turned from blue to purple.  We hoisted our horses up and then both of our horses neighed.   We turned around and jumped.  There, standing right in front of us, were two growling coyotes!

Chapter 10: Reunited


“Grrr,” the coyotes said. 

“Well Ala,” said Dad to me.  “I think that this will be our last place alive.” 

Then we heard a woman’s voice say “Stop!”  The coyotes whined and backed off.  Then out of the shadows came …. Mom! 

“Mom!”  I said, running over to give her a hug.

“Teerlan!” my dad said, with tears coming into his eyes.

“Acrono!” Mom said, starting over to him.

They walked towards each other and right when they touched hands, Flash Rock came off my neck and started spinning!  It spun and spun until it had formed a little blue tornado.  Out of the top of the tornado came a tiny little coyote cub. 

“So that is why they brought me here!” said Mom.

“Wait,” I said.  “You didn't know?”

“Well, no.” Mom said.

I heard a coyote bark.  Then Mom said “He said he likes you and you should stay.”

I frowned at her and said “You know how to speak coyote?”

Mom nodded and I turned to Dad.  “May we stay here? Pleeeeese Dad.”
 
“It is fine with me if it is fine with the coyotes.” Replied Dad.

Another coyote barked and Mom said “She says that it is fine.”

“Yes!” I said.  And I jumped into the sky.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Keep Your Promises

It was Saturday, his birthday, and his uncle gave him a bow and an abundance of arrows. "Wow,” the boy said in awe. "All of these for me?”


“Yes, my nephew. Take good care of them. Promise?”
“Yes uncle, I promise,” the boy said.

“And please don’t use up your arrows. Do you understand me?”
“But-"

“I said do you understand me?”
“Yes uncle.” said the boy.

Later that day, the boy decided to go hunting, so he set off into the woods. He caught 6 rabbits, 8 squirrels, and 1 turkey. Just one more turkey and we’ll have a feast! He thought. Oh, but uncle said not to use up my arrows. Ah, never mind, I have many more in my bag. But when he reached in for more, all of his arrows were gone.
“Oh, no! What if a bear attacks me before I can get out of the woods? And if I did make it back to the village, how will I ever face my uncle?” He never noticed the huge black bear until it roared. Slowly he turned around and screamed. The last thing he saw before the bear hit the ground was his uncle.

Back at the village his uncle told him to attend to his teepee.  “I think you have learned a most valuable lesson my nephew,” he said.
“Yes, uncle,” he said, “the travails of killing that bear were extreme.”

“Yes, it was. And now I expect you to keep your promises.”
And from that day forth, he did.

The end

Gymnastics on The Beam


It was Monday morning when I woke up. Gymnastics! I thought, as I walked down the hall to eat breakfast. I started to think what my routine was. Beam routine: candlestick, arabesque, forward roll, high jump - what else? I thought as I spread jam over my waffle.

On the way to the gymnastics meet, I tried to remember what came after high jump. Luckily, I didn't have to remember a bar routine or a floor routine. We are The Beam Gals, competing with The Flips (on bars) and The Cartwheeling Queens (on floor).

I finally got to the place where we would perform. I still couldn't remember what came after high jump! First up was The Flips, then The Cartwheeling Queens, then finally, "Beam Gals, you're up!" said our coach, and we were on!

We all jumped on the balance beam and all at the same time we candlesticked, then lightly arabesqued, and right when we were about to do our high jump, BAM! It hit me. We were supposed to do a handstand, then a twirl, and then our pose! And we did! The crowd bursted with ovation! We were awarded first prize and that was the happiest time of my life.

The End

Friday, February 1, 2013

What Shall My Pet Be



Note: We love Mo Willems at my house. This story is inspired by his wonderful Elephant & Piggie books.









 







The Farmer's Unforgettable Jack-O-Lantern

One day a farmer wanted to grow a pumpkin for Halloween. So he bought some pumpkin seeds. But he did not read the cover which said, WARNING: Do not plant these seeds unless you have eaten a slug! If you plant these seeds without eating a slug, something unpredictable will happen! Only too bad for him, because he had already planted the seeds!

As soon as he began to walk to his house, the farmer heard rumbling and tumbling and the earth began to shake! He looked behind him and let out a loud scream! There, right behind him, was a gigantic Jack-o-lantern! It was circling the farmer like a wolf and his prey. The farmer had no idea how to defend himself. He knew Jack-o-lanterns were harmless. BUT NOT THIS KIND! 

It was getting dark...the sun had just set...it was pitch black right now, no stars and no moon to light his way. For this night it was very cloudy and covered up the moon and the stars so he could not see. 

"Ouch!" he felt something sharp on his back. He quickly picked up the sharp object and noticed it was a shovel. Then, with all his might, he cut the roots of the Jack-o-lantern and it started to shrink until it was a mini-pumpkin. The farmer sighed and took the pumpkin and carved it and then all went right.

The End.

Originally written on October 12, 2011, age 7.

The Letter

One day, as I was feeding my dogs, a piece of paper came flying and landed in front of Black Diamond's dog house! All of my dogs and I rushed to the paper. It looked like a letter with strange writing! And then I saw it! A paw print! Suddenly, Black Diamond took off running into the snow.

"Whoa, Black Diamond, whoa!" I cried as I ran after him. But he didn't seem to listen. "Stop! Whoa! Come back!" I had to run after him with my dogs because I was the only one that takes care of them. My dogs tried to help by barking wildly at Black Diamond. For a moment it worked and Black Diamond stopped and looked at us. But as soon as he saw us, he ran faster!


He lead us to a cabin in the woods and started scratching at the rectangular shaped wooden door! Finally we caught up right when the door opened, and one of my fellow mushers that finished the Iditarod with me said hello to Black Diamond. Then she asked Black Diamond what was the letter in his mouth. Black Diamond barked and walked in. After that she said for me to come in, too. I thanked her and walked in.


Behind her was Black Diamond and one of her huskies. He had sort of smiled when he saw the letter in Black Diamond's mouth. The musher said that she was writing and a piece of paper fell on the floor and her dog White Brownie had just finished knocking over her pot of ink and he put his paw in the ink and drew all over it and put a paw print on it.

"So that's what the thing on the paper was. I could have sworn that writing was not normal." I said.

Then the musher said that if it was ok, I (I mean we) could have dinner at her house and she was making fish head stew! She also said that she was putting fresh caught salmon in tonight's dog food. Then we settled in for dinner and all was right.

The End

Letter translation from White Brownie: Black Diamond, come over for dinner quick! We are in the woods in a cabin. We are having dog food with fresh caught salmon! From, White Brownie

Originally written in Feb. 2012, Age 7.