Thursday 14 November 2013

Back to the flames


It had been a dry, burnt summer without a drop of rain. As we rode along Antler Path Trail, I looked around. To my left, pine needles floated in the hot wind like tiny brown ghosts drifting lazily to the ground. On my right was my friend Jake, who was thirteen, the same age as me. He was leading Mohawk, the leggy, coal black yearling colt we had been raising, he was blind and his mother had rejected him.

My attention turned back to my horse, Rose, who threw back her head and whinnied alarmingly.  Both horses seemed nervous.

“Look,” Jake called, pointing to the inky clouds ahead.

     “Yeah, finally some rain!” I shouted, but immediately regretted my words. Everybody knows that after a dry season, a sudden storm can cause major forest fires.

“We should probably head back,” Jake yelled as the winds churned. But as we turned to leave, a bolt of deadly precise lightning struck a nearby tree, sparking more around it. In seconds, a sickly orange-yellow haze rose from the bush.

“Quick! This way!” Jake hollered, and charged for a gap in the trees. But as he passed,  a falling branch struck him on the head. I jumped off Rose and urged her towards Jake.

“Easy girl, we’ll be fine,” I crooned, but I didn’t know if it was true. The air was thin and the smoke blinding. I swung poor Jake onto Rose’s back, then jumped on behind him. But as I reached for Mohawk’s lead, another branch cracked, sounding like someone’s bone snapping in half. Mohawk spooked and darted into the smoke. There was no time to lose. I grabbed Rose’s reins and galloped toward Ice Cap Lake, which filled with meltwater every Spring.  
    
As soon as I spotted the lake, I swung down, pulled Jake off Rose, and headed, reins in hand, toward some cool relief. But Rose wouldn’t follow. She broke from me and charged, terrified, back into the flames. I wanted to scream but could barely breathe.

Suddenly, there was a roar of thunder and the dusty sky burst into tears. I started to cry myself,  realizing what I had just lost. The forest I loved, my faithful horses, and maybe even Jake, who laid unconscious over a log.

I buried my face in my hands, when suddenly I heard a high-pitched whinnie. I whistled and out of the bramble of black timber came Rose, solemn but unharmed.  My eyes filled with smudged tears, I hugged her neck so tightly. Then I felt a playful shove against my right hip. Pulling my face out of Rose’s mane, I saw the coal black colt. I hugged him too,  thinking how lucky I was, when I heard Jake’s voice.

“Hey! Are you just going to stand there or can we get going?” There he was, sitting upright, clutching his head with his hand, but smiling. So I smiled back. Everything was going to be fine. 

copyright, 2013  

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A story-tastic author of some story-tastic books

Marguerite Henry is the author of many best selling books. They're packed with suspense and adventure. When you start one of her books, you can't put it down until you're finished!


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Thursday 3 January 2013

Treasure in the cave


Hi my name is Amy Peterson and this is my journal. This morning  I was very surprised to find an old treasure map in my closet. Old and crinkled, the map was very fragile. I was so excited; I really wanted to find the treasure. So I saddled up my horse, Pirate, with my dad’s old western saddle. Although the saddle was very old, it still had the smell of brand new leather. Grabbing the map on the way, I jumped with all my might onto Pirate. We galloped away in the direction the map was telling us to go. Galloping on Pirate felt like flying, all four feet off the ground. It was a beautiful day and the breeze felt so good on my face.

      When we got to our destination, there was a large, eerie cave. The map said the treasure was inside the cave. I took large steps up a short rocky hill, leaving Pirate tied to a tree. It was a dark cave with purple, sharp pointed rocks hanging from the ceiling. Drops of water fell from the rocks. Although the drops were small, they made the loudest sounds when they hit the cave floor. The smell was wet and humid. I took very small steps, further and further into the cave. Suddenly, I hit my knee on a large rock. There was a loud, high-pitched scream. I stood frozen with fright, only to realize the scream was my own, so I moved the rock away.

      Behind the rock was a heavy box with an odd looking lock on it. I wanted to see it in better light, so I hopped onto Pirate and galloped home, keeping a firm grip on the box. When I got back into my messy room, I shoved aside some books and clothes and sat down with the box. As I examined the lock more closely, I realized it was open. With shaking hands, I opened box ever so carefully. Inside was another smaller box with no lock on it. Lifting the lid to the small box, my hands where shaking madly with excitement. Inside that box was a small note, folded in half. OK, I was shaking with the thrill of the note … what could it say??? In perfect hand writing that looked a lot like my brother’s it said:
                                                    GOT CHA! 

Author of some story-tastic series


My favorite author is Sharon Siamon . She makes her stories so interesting. Once you start reading the book you can't put it down until you're done! Sharon has written many different books including the series; Mustang mountain, Wild horse creek, and Saddle island. Her books are full of suspense, adventure, friendship, fun, romance, horses, and a story-tastic story. To learn more visit her website!
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Pat the peacock


 Once upon a time a very long time ago. Where the animals played and the birds sang, and oh the birds how beautiful their colors where pink, blue, green, orange and many more. But there was one bird who was not so colorful his name was Pat the peacock. Pat was only black and grey. He did not like being so plain he wanted to be beautiful like all the other birds.  
     
         One day Polly the parrot said why don’t we do a contest for the most colorful bird M. Toucan can be the judge. Everyone agreed to the contest but not Pat he got so sad cause was certain he was not going to win. So he walked away from every one else. Walked to a big tree where he sat down to rest. When suddenly it started to rain. Oh great, sighed Pat as h started to cry he wished and wished he could be more colorful. As he made that wish the rain stopped he opened his Eyes and saw a rainbow. Sitting on the rainbow was something even more colorful. Pat walked over there sitting on the rainbow was a chameleon. “Hi there” he said, “I guess from the look on your face that you are sad.” “Yes,” said Pat. “Well what can I do to help do you have a wish maybe?” said the chameleon in a cheerful voice. “Well I do have a wish I want to be colorful like all the other birds.” “Well if that’s what you want then closed your eyes and step into my rainbow.” Pat closed his eyes and walked through the rainbow when he came out the other side he had the most colors of and of the birds. He had blue and purple and orange and red and all the colors of the rainbow. Pat jumped for joy and turned back to thank the chameleon but he was gone.

                  Pat walked back to the other birds and entered the contest. When M. Toucan told the winner everybody was shocked. THE WINNER IS PAT THE PEACOCK. Ever since then Pat was the most colorful bird ever.

A summer story: life without gravity by Yinki Ying


It was the summer of 3043. Grade 5 ended about a week ago but I still had trouble getting used to not going to school. Usually, my parents and I would go somewhere for the summer. Last year, it was New Zealand for 3 weeks in July and Peru for 20 days in August. But this year, my parents told me that we’re not going anywhere. They say it’s because Chicago has never been this hot in summer and they’re afraid that it’s going to be like this everywhere in the world. But I know that’s not it.
Last night, I was trying very hard to fall asleep. When I finally fell asleep, I couldn’t feel myself rising from my bed. I must have forgotten to strap myself in. The window must have been opened because I didn’t crash into the ceiling. I was carried by the wind to the main floor when a series of voices awoke me. I could hear my dad saying:” How are we going to be able to make a trip to China and Korea now that I’m fired?” My dad is the chief operating officer (COO) of BOTTLES. BOTTLES provide bottles of water that are sealed with special materials and a closable straw so that the water won’t float away. Since we weren’t going anywhere, I started to get really bored. Every day was the same: I would have my breakfast, and then I would read being careful to remember to strap myself onto the sofa. After that, I would have lunch and see if it’s not too hot to go outside because with this kind of weather, it was almost impossible to stay outdoors. I would then have dinner and after that, float to my room for some before bed reading and finally, strap myself into bed.
One day, while reading, I saw the mailman slowly floating towards my house. You’re probably wondering how the mailman manages to float to every house without being blown somewhere else. Well, the mailman carries around a fan and when he’s blown off course, he turns it on to make sure he’s going the right way. But that day, he was directing the fan towards himself. I went to open the door and the mailman looked really relieved when I handed him a bottle of water.” Thanks Susan, he said, and here’s a letter from your Uncle Sam.” He handed me the letter, asked for another bottle and left. I slowly opened the letter and this is what it said:
Dear Susan,
How are you? I’m fine but the animals are dehydrated.
Now that its summer, many workers have left to the north and with most of the workers gone, I don’t have enough workers to feed all the animals. So, how would you like to help out for a few days? If it’s a yes, come on over to the zoo. If it’s a no, write back to me.
Sincerely,
Uncle Sam
When I arrived at the zoo the next day, it was almost deserted. The only living things I could see were the animals, the workers who stayed and Uncle Sam and his son Adam. I hate Adam, and he hates me. It all started on my sixth birthday. We were trying to get the cupcakes back onto the plate when Adam snatched 2 and stuffed them in my face. Since then, we hated each other. Uncle Sam was playing chess with one of the workers and he manages because he has a special magnetic board and the pieces have magnets on them so they won’t fly away. The table that he plays on is also magnetic so that the board won’t fly away. He also attached the chairs to the table with string so wherever the table goes, the chairs will follow. Adam was playing basketball. In my opinion, that’s the only good thing that he can do. He developed different tricks and flips so that the ball won’t float away.
When Uncle Sam saw me, he flew over to me and said:”Let’s go check out the zebras.” We floated over to the zebra pen. I noticed a zebra that was floating on its side and asked my uncle:”Uncle Sam, what’s wrong with that zebra?” “Oh Penny? She somehow got sick.” He answered. “Oh can I take care of her?” I asked. “Dad, why don’t you let me do it instead?” interfered Adam. “Why would you even do it?” I asked him. “Because I care about animals.” He replied. “And why would your dad let you do it?” I fired back. “Because I’m—“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence when Uncle Sam yelled:”ENOUGH! Adam, I am going to let Susan take care of Penny and you know why? Because Susan only visits 5 times a year but you’re here 3 times a month sometimes 6.” And after that, my uncle told me to go home.
2 days later, I returned to the zoo and went straight to the zebras. Adam flew over to me and said: “Susan, can I tell you something?” “And why do you think I would listen?” I asked. “Because you care?” he replied. “Okay. Fine.” I said. “Great, because you really need to know. Yesterday, I was watching Penny and it looked as if she was in really great pain. Her face looked almost like yours when you’re angry. I think she’s getting worse.” “And you didn’t tell your dad?” I asked. “Well, I guessed I should have told you first.” He replied. I rushed to go find Uncle Sam. When I found him, I told him exactly what happened and suddenly, with this gigantic burst of energy, he pulled me all the way to the zebra pen. He looked really panicked and I was sure of it when he said:”Susan, you have to help us. I… I… I don’t know what to do.” “Well, it’s a good thing you have me because I read everything about zebras and I know exactly what to do.” I said. I had to inject Penny with a special medication that I always have in hand called Jector (Jector is a special liquid that can cure almost everything.). I put the liquid in the needle and tried to inject it into Penny but, every time I tried, Penny would float away. So I told Uncle Sam to put a harness onto Penny and that he should wear one too. Then to attach a rope from Penny to him so that if she floats away, he can pull her back. And with a little patience, in about 10 minutes, I was sure I had cured Penny. My uncle helped her stand and she took a few steps in the air. We all held our breath… she was cured!
Uncle Sam and Adam accompanied me back home. “Adam is there something you want to tell Susan?” asked Uncle Sam “Huh? Oh yeah. Umm… Susan, he said, I’m sorry I stuffed those cupcakes in your face.” And then, as if by magic, it seemed that all our problems were solved. I forgot about the cupcakes, I forgot about the fight and all I could say was:”What cupcakes?” And we all laughed our way home.
After that incident, I was allowed 1 visit per week in the summer to the zoo to see Penny. Me and Adam weren’t fighting anymore and after a few weeks, I started grade 6 and I saw my friends again. Everything was back to normal. It was about 2 months after dad lost his job when he announced at dinner:”I got a new job.” My mom was so excited she nearly choked. “Where?” she asked. “At the zoo.”
The end