Why my post is late (Part II)

September 26, 2006

Finally I caught sight of my post! It was just gently being push away by the breeze. Yes! My post wasn’t going to be late after all! I ran after the piece of line paper when these to twin girls pop up in front of me. They were wearing red skirts with red suspenders with white shirts underneath. One shirt said Twinkledee and the other said Twinkledum. I politely asked them to get out of my way but no they just stood there saying stay for our show! Over and over again. So I stayed. They started to sing a song about a seal and a plumber.

The Seal and the plumber, were running close at feet, they wept so much they cried to see such quanities of sea weed, they beegan to feel a grumble, Their stomachs were in trouble, they walked in to the sea and found, a bed of baby oysters sleeping alone, they took the oysters away, and left the mom to cry today, the plumber went to prepare the sause while the seal ate the oysters with out a pause, when the plumber came back, he nearly had a heart attack, the oysters were gone, so he chase after the seal with a metal tong.”
The more I complained to get out the longer I would stay. I sat down on the log behind me. They started to sing…and um sing, bounce around. I was getting tired of it so I pushed through them and walked away in anger. What annoying pest I thought to myself. I looked around. Of course I had no idea where I was.

” Turn right…” I looked around. No one was there. “turn right to get to the post’s summer home…” I looked up to the branch where the noise was coming from. Slowly part by part a racoon started to appear.”hello my name is Cheshire Coon…” I simply asked the coon for directions. I asked him where I should go to find my post. He said to go right then left, then straight for a while until I reached the little cottage. Before I could thank he dissapeared. All that was left was his grin.

Slowly a little brown home appeared ahead of the bushes. There was the post still saying, “I’m late, I’m late!” I ran to the house when I saw the door to the house was open. My curiousity killed my grade. I went in and took a quick look around. I saw another lollipop on the counter. It once again read LICK ME on the tag. I couldn’t resist. It was my favorite, watermelon. I took a quick lick and I began to feel sick. My pulse began to rush and I started to grow… and grow… oh no! I could hear myself piercing through the roof. Before I knew it I was wearing a house as my shirt. The little lizard that had been fixing the roof went flying. He took a harsh landing on the grass and I could see the lawn mowers rushing to give him a sip of beer.

After a while of try to get out of the house I gave up. I just sat there waiting for something to happen. Then with luck it started to rain chocolate bars! If the lollipop made me grow this time maybe the chocolate ber will make me shrink! I grabbed the little chocolate bar. About the size of my fingernail and put it on my tounge letting it melt. I felt myself shrinking and once again I was back to normal size. I ran out of the shattered house and went back to the Cheshire coon to ask where my post is now.

                


Why my Post is late! (Part I)

September 24, 2006

It was a bright sunny day and my brother and I decided to go to the park to finish our homework. Since I couldn’t bring a computer to the park I would write down on paper first then type it up.

It started to get fairly windy and my post blew away. I could just hear it saying I’m late, I’m late! It was going to be a late turn in if didn’t stop blowing away! Finally it fell down a well. Just my luck. I had this reaction though. A pretty stupid one. I jumped down the well. After 2 minutes I was still falling. It didn’t look like a well from the inside though. It looked like a mall. The most interesting creatures on each floor. Pencils sharpening salon, books picking out cute book covers. It was amazing sight to see!

At last I hit the floor with great force. After sitting there in pain for a couple of seconds I found a table in a room with thousands of doors. On the table was a small key. Maybe it would lead into one of the rooms. After an hour of trying each door they all didn’t work. The key was way to small to fit into any of the locks. Tired I leaned against a redish curtain. The floor was slippery though so as I fell the curtain came down with me. Behind the curtain though was a small door. Big enough for my post to go through but not me. I unlocked the door and there I could see the underside. Beautiful fountains and fields of flowers. Losing hope I turned around and there on the table was lollipop. Certainally not there before. On the tag it said LICK ME. So I gave it a try. Mmm…blueberry my favorite. I began to feel this tingling sensation. I was shrinking! I was now small enough to go through. But the door was shut and the key was on the table above me. All of a sudden a chocolate bar appeared in front of me. It said EAT ME. I couldn’t resist a hershey bar. So I took a bite. My heart started beating fiercly and I grew to the size of a whale. I grabbed the key and took another lick of the lollipop and ran through the tunnel to see what was ahead of me.

                                 

 


Building Comment

September 19, 2006

I read a story today that wasn’t only touching but alive. It was in the form of a visual that made you see the moment it was talking about. It also had a qoute that I thought was powerful. It was about how why remember the event when we can’t forget. Because it’s true. We can’t forget 9/11.


When We Fall We Get Back Up ( In memory of Sep. 11)

September 7, 2006

Two twins that once stood tall,
Fell without warning in the fall,
The People cried when neither made it,
For they were crushed,
These twins could not help themselves,
But we can,
In memory of September 11,
When we fall we get back up.
Next time just stop it before it happens.