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Noah’s Ark By: Alise Dumford

Noah was a nice man, because he took all of these animals into a ship and saved them from the water flood. He knew that people thought he was crazy but he did it anyway. He held so many animals in that boat with him. It was a big boat!! Especially to me a mouse, it seems as a whole city put together. The ark was dangerous and everyone saw the flood on the ark. You have no idea how I felt and how I saw it. My name is Eddy the mouse; yeah I am a mouse and Noah saved my life. This is my story of Noah’s ark… It was getting windy and Noah was not quite done with his boat. It needed to be done and soon. I knew that I was not going, because I was too small and nobody cared about little old me. I still wanted all of the animals to be saved. All the animals were helping; their lives were on that boat being done. We could sense the storm; we knew. I was doing my little job, the only job I could do, carrying nails to Noah for his ark. I tried my little tail off trying to get the nails to the boss soon and fast. The nails were running out and we were not done! The wind was also picking up and pushing me away, when I need to give Noah the nails. The lions carry the wood and hold them in place while Noah uses the nails I bring to him and hammers them in. The other animals are trying to help the most they can. But there are not so many jobs to do so some were lying around. I on the other hand knew I was not going but I still helped because I knew Noah and some of the other animals and knew they needed to get away- there was a storm coming! Finally we were done with the boat and it was time to get aboard. I was going to see all my friends get safely inside. I was going to help again for Noah. Two bears go in, two cats go in, and so many animals go in. All the animals you can picture go in. I yell and run when they get too close, for I am a mouse and one-fourth in size maybe less than them. They scare me, but I don’t show it and I am brave for I am next to the Noah, o brave Noah. After the last of the animals board the ship I say my goodbyes for I was never to see them again. I turn my tail and keep my head high as I walk away. “Eddy where in the world are you going?” Noah’s voice echoed behind me. I turned to see what he meant, for I was confused. I guess he saw the confusion on my face. “You’re coming, aren’t you; we would love a mouse like you. We have room. Come on you can sit next to me,” Noah said. I could feel a smile on my face; I was wanted. I was going with Noah and my friends. I felt loved and feel just as important as the others and just as big. I walked over to Noah and hopped aboard the ark. Noah closed the door behind us and we walked up to the front of the ark. As I walked everyone moved to give me room. I felt so special because I was seen as a person. As we got to the front of the ark, it started to storm and we saw the river getting high. You may say I am too small to understand the most of this because I am a mouse, but I am not only a mouse, I do understand. The animals in the back of the boat started yelling, some even yelling for help. We were afraid but I was going to suck it up and fight my way through it. I was going to save my friends. I heard the lion yelling, “The window is open! The doors string has opened the window. The string is stuck! We are going to die!” the lion yelled. I ran away from the front of the ark to find the problem. The window was wide open and the string was caught from the door. I felt I was the only one who could help and would. I climbed up the ark’s sides holding on for dear life. I jumped brick to brick up the side. When I got to the top water started pouring in and all the animals freaked out. I had to be brave; I had to save Noah and all the animals. I ran up the rope line to the strings of the door and started nibbling on it. I had to cut it and then the window would go down. Would the door go down too, though? I looked behind me to take a look at the door still eating the strings though. String by string and turn by turn. The door seemed to be also held by a rope, a thick one at the most. So I chewed the string more quickly. I saw more and more water coming in and the animals were still yelling. I was on the last string. I chewed fast for we were about to be stuck in water. Noah watched me in amazement. I got the last string and the window fell shut and the door stayed in its place. I saved the day and lives of my friends and many more. When I went back down the rope I slipped and there was a long drop. ‘It’s over,’ I thought. ‘It’s all over’. I fell and fell and it seemed as if I would never hit the floor. I heard Noah and all my friends yelling my name and gasping. For their hero was falling. Then I hit the floor, well I think it was. My eyes were closed and I felt no pain. My eyes opened slowly to see if I am dead. To my amazement Noah was holding me gently in his hand. How many times had he saved my life? “Thank you Eddy, you saved all of us. You’re a true hero and you are very important,” Noah told me and I smiled my little mouse smile. But don’t be fooled I am a hero, and a mouse too, and I, Eddy, was proud of myself. The storm ended and everyone’s lives were saved. The big and the small, the important and unimportant. But we are all heroes and we are all different. We will form a wonderful world. Don’t fret we are all you and we all impact your lives. Big or small, small or big, we are all the same, we are family. Don’t forget you are who you are, and you’re all perfect!

Three Little Pigs By: B.B. Wolf Rewritten by: Zach Martin Once upon a time I wasn’t stuck in jail. I was trying to get some flour for my cake I was making for my mother’s birthday. I had none and no money. First I went to my neighbor, Pig Number One, and I asked him for some flour. He screamed, “No!” His house was made from straw and he slammed the door in my face so hard the house fell. Also apparently he somehow died. I have no idea how that happened, I promise! The cops told me he died and blamed it on me. So after this I was very confused and I still had no flour. Now I walked to my next neighbor’s house, Pig Number Two. His house was made from sticks. What is up with these pigs making unsteady houses? So I knocked on the door and asked very politely if I could borrow some flour and someone said in a very high voice, “He’s not home.” I told him, “I heard you! I know you are in there.” Now he responded with, “I am taking a shower.” I accidently sneezed and bumped the house; the whole thing came tumbling down. I tried to help. I swear I did. A stick had gone through the pig and he died too! I thought, Oh No! I have to help. I couldn’t do anything though. It was too late for him. So I traveled on to my next neighbor’s house. I needed some flour soon. This was my only other neighbor, Pig Number Three. Ironic how the only people I lived around were pigs, right? So I walked up to the pig’s house and asked if I could borrow some flour, when he said no I asked again. He opened the door and yelled, “ Nooo!” Then he spit in my face! Now I was really, really mad. I tried breaking into his house and knocking it down. This didn’t work because he was smarter than his brothers; the house was made of brick and cement. He called the cops and they took me in. I was also accused of eating the other two pigs! Now that, eating pigs, I did not do. All I did was ask for flour and went off on one of the pigs. Now instead of going to jail for a couple of days and paying a fine I am in jail for 20-30 years, real fair. Being stuck in here is not fun at all. By the way my mom never got her cake or birthday card. If you want you could send her those and sign them B.B. Wolf. My court case didn’t help either because I ate a ton at the recess and almost admitted to knocking down their houses too. So when I was found guilty of murder and cannibalism I was devastated. My whole life came crashing down. I am now in the Joseph County Penitentiary for a long time. I promise you I didn’t do it, well…

Three Little Pigs By Bijen Alagha Man it’s really hot down here, an awful place to be. It makes me regret about the day I went hunting for the 3 little pigs. Then I guess you might as well hear what happened on that day way back when……..` I’m the Big Bad Wolf and I’m going hunting for the three little pigs! I’ve been hunting these pigs down for a while and now I finally found their hiding spot. One little pig was not very smart; he made his house out of straw! So I strolled on over to the little pig’s house and I said “come on out here little pig”! The pig said to me, “I’m not coming out, wolf”! This really got me mighty angry so I huffed and puffed and blew the house down! After all the dust settled I saw the little piggy running to his more intelligent brother’s house. His brother lives about 12 miles away and I knew I shouldn’t go but I couldn’t resist the thought of having a pig dinner. So I ran through day and night just waiting to get to the 2nd pig’s house! I went through many crazy conditions on my journey like blistering winds and terrible blizzards! I ran into a giant bear that was 50 feet tall! I was not scared and with a mighty roar blew the bear on to his back! The bear collapsed and fell to the ground with a “BAM”! I finished up the bear with one last mighty sneeze and the bear went into the clouds! Then I noticed that behind the giant bear was the second pig’s house, all made out of sticks. I went up to the door and yelled, “Hey pigs, come out! I’ve got to ask you something very important.” The pigs screamed, “We know what you’re up to wolf; you‘re not going to fool us!” This made me VERY angry now and with one big blow the whole house blew away! I even blew the pigs all the way to the 3rd pig’s house. I knew I was going to have trouble getting through the 3rd pig’s house because it was made out of brick. The 3rd was the smartest of the three and could easily outsmart me at any moment. So I came prepared when he walked up to the door of the 3rd pig’s house. I was nervous but knocked on the door and with a big roar yelled, “You three little pigs please come out; I have to tell you something!” All three pigs screamed back, “No we will not come out Wolf; we know what you’re up to!” I got even MORE angry and huffed and puffed and tried to blow the house down! When the dust settled the brick house was still standing! So I roared and tried to blow the house down again but the house would not budge. So then I tried to get clever; I jumped up on the house and dived down the chimney! The pigs were ready for me though and had a giant pot of stew waiting under the chimney. I screamed in pain and yelled “AHHHHHHHH you dumb pigs”! That is the story about how I got where I am!

THE END!

By: Dereck Mahlenkamp

Animal personification: what it would be like in the minds of a deer and a hunter if they came face too face.

Through The Minds of a Deer and Hunter

I’m going hunting for a deer. It is deer hunting season and I want to get a big buck. I want to put it up as a trophy on my wall. As I was looking I stumbled upon a very large male deer. I came face to face with a male deer with huge antlers. It was just staring at me, and I was so scared. I thought any second it would charge at me. This deer was at least twice my size, and I would be no match. We just sat there for minutes, staring at each other. It seemed the deer was angrily looking at me. I began to worry, thinking of what I would be like if he attacked and after being paralyzed and just standing still I came to my senses. I started to make a tiny movement and try to back up, but as soon as I did the deer ran off, and I was so relieved. The deer could have done serious damage to me. I ran away from the spot in case the deer came back. I was seriously lucky not to have the deer attack me; I would be dead now if it did. I continued my hunting. I was always looking so that would never happen again and did my best not to come up close to any deer. It was a warm day and I was running through the meadow with all of my deer friends enjoying the warm sunlight on my body. It was a great day out. There were many deer out with me; we all were having the time of our lives. We ate all the grass we could and found a stream and drank up. It was starting to get dark out but we continued our playing a little more. After all the playing it was so dark and so we all just decided to go home, so my friends and I split up. As I was walking home something didn’t seem right. I stumbled upon a human with a gun and I was scared for my life. I was paralyzed- I kept thinking to myself, “This human is going to kill me. This human is going to kill me.” We both just stood there; this human wanted to kill me. After standing in silence for so long the human finally made a move and at the first move he made I went running. As fast as I could, I needed to get as far away as possible. For some odd reason the human hadn’t shot at me. I ran so far away and finally it was time to return home. I went back home relieved the human hadn’t shot at me and kill me. because I am extremely lucky, I’ve lost many friends from human killing us deer. I was lucky.

Noah’s Ark Point of view-Mouse By: Amilia Yun

It’s dark and cold. It smells like manure. The animals won’t sleep. They just keep neighing or mooing or barking. It’s been what seems like months. But I guess it’s better than being drowned outside by the flood. I am a mouse. I was kidnapped and taken away on this big ark, along with my sister and a male and female of every kind of animal there is. We are on this ark along with a man named Noah and his family. When my sister and I got taken away to go on the ark, we thought this man was crazy. Apparently, some type of god had talked to him, telling him to build an ark because he was going to flood our planet: Earth. I mean, I don’t think any kind of god would have the power, more or less the energy, to flood Earth. Earth is a pretty big planet. Well, then again, I am about the size of a baby’s hand. But, apparently, his god was going to flood Earth because the people, excluding Noah, didn’t believe in the god or was not loyal to him. So then Noah built his ark. After finishing his ark, he then collected the animals, a male and female of each and every species, and took them on the boat. When my sister and I got on the boat, we were fascinated. It was beautiful. The structure was nice, and it was huge. There was enough room for every one of the animals and the family. There was a surplus of food, every kind of food that each animal like such as cheese for my sister and me, carrots for the bunnies and rabbits, and bamboo for the pandas. There was enough water for everyone. My sister and I were so excited; we could eat ourselves until we were fat and we didn’t have to ration our food anymore. But of course, we have been on the boat for a long time. The food is running low, and it seems to be getting more and more crowded on this boat, with baby animals being born and such. Of course, we still thought about our family- our mom, dad, grandma and little brother. They fought for us to stay with them, but Noah took us anyway. I can’t even think about them drowning in the flood. It hurts too much. And I know my sister thinks about them too. She cries every night and that’s how I know she’s thinking of them. We try to avoid that part of any conversation we have. Noah sent out a dove. Apparently, if it doesn’t come back, then there is land nearby. But he’s already sent a raven, which came back with nothing, and another dove that came back with a twig. It’s been about a week now since he sent her out, and there is no sign of her coming back. Maybe she found land…the water has been drying up. The thought got me excited. But, what if the dove didn’t find land…then we would be on the ark even longer than expected. What if we had to stay on this boat forever, because the water never dried up enough to find land? I ran to the small window and looked out and gasped. I couldn’t believe it. Just past the small clouds, I could see the top of the mountains, which means land should be nearby. “Land! We’ve found land!” Yes! Noah has just confirmed that we’ve found land! But I bet we have to wait awhile before we get off. The water still has to fully dry up. Oh, I can’t wait to run out on land, real land. I would do anything to get off this boat and feel a ground that doesn’t rock back and forth. I’ve been so seasick that I got dizzy as soon as the boat stopped moving about twenty minutes ago. Oh, and to breathe fresh air! The air in this ark is so stuffy and stinky with the crowdedness of the animals, and the smell of dung and manure. Weeks and weeks went by since Noah’s announcement when we finally opened the humungous door of the ark, letting the bright sunlight pours into the dark boat. Anxiety was eating me alive, I was so excited. I imagined the land to be sopping wet, like a swamp. I thought that the air would be humid, considering it had been hot for days to dry the water. But I was wrong. Fresh air, cool and breezy, rushed into the ark as soon as I ran out. My prediction was wrong about the land, too. The green grass and the small plants fascinated me. It was beautiful. How it survived the flood, I didn’t know. But my sister seemed to like it as well. In fact, she went up to Noah and said thank you. I didn’t know if he knew what she said, but he smiled. I never forgot my trip on the wonderful Noah’s Ark.

The 3 million dollars contest and the wolf and a boy The boy had troubles at home getting in trouble at school all most getting kicked out. He really didn’t care cause no one in his class liked him anyway cause of the way he dresses his white shirt looked so dirty it was black with holes in his jeans but they were so tight on him it looked like he could not breathe. The worst part about him was his hair was so long it covered his face making it hard for him to see. He smelled like wet dog it was bad. His shoes looked so bad like hungry rats got a hold of them, and his house will make you throw up if you went in it was crazy. It consisted of rats everywhere 10 year old boxes of cereal from when the boy was born. His parents were big gamblers going everyday to the casino. Every dollar that they got went to the casino, and that’s why he looked like that with his dirty clothes. His parents never really spent time with him but one day when they parents were doing they usually stop to the casino and he was going to school they look in the mailbox and found a letter it was clean white envelope it stood out since it was clean and everything else was dirty so they opened it thinking nothing of it but it was a contest show 10 and under was the age that was valid that’s when I had to come in and tell them to enter and win the contest but if you win you had to give it to me the big bad wolf. If they didn’t they would have to kill them and weren’t playing around, it was serious. When they got back home they had to so they had to wait till they got home. Waiting for 3 hours every minute they got more mad then when they got there. A knock on the door and when they answered they were told that if they don’t enter I will kill them and the only way to get out of it is to enter and win the contest but if they don’t win, they would kill them the dad said no and close the door so I kicked it down and throw him down to the ground and yelled if don’t do what I say I will kill u and your family right now so he quickly said that he will enter so I left but I told them that that I will be here on the day of the contest and the parents had to sit with me 3 days has gone past the contest was today I so went to the house so we can drive together so we drove their and the boy got out to get prepared for the show and we went to sit in the seats it was time for the contest to begin the talk host told the boy his first game it’s was archery the key to this game was a few steps called stance, nock, extend, draw, anchor, aim, release, follow through if u do u will may get over 15 but it not as easy as it looks then the host told him to start so he picked the stuff up and did the steps and hit a 7 which is red on the target I was surprised I looked over at his and laughed in a good way then he picked up another and hit the 7 again I know he beat the game cause all he had to do is get a 1 at less so he picked up the 3 arrow he did all the key steps and he released and didn’t even hit the target. I was so mad cause he lost the contest and I don’t have my money so they knew what was coming for them when went back to the car they had I police waiting for me but as soon as I turned around to run a cop was waiting for me knowing that I was going to jail, I spend the last 20 years in there but now I’m ready to get them back.

Whale Extinction By: Tara Crosley Hi, my name’s Candice. I’m a blue whale and about the last of my kind. I got separated from my mother at about two months old and haven’t seen her since. We were swimming around looking for krill, when I saw a school of them. I sped towards them pretty much swallowing all of them down. I turned towards my mom in excitement and saw her nowhere. I looked around and searched and searched but couldn’t find her. I swam for hours and saw no one of my kind. Now I am 5 months old and still can’t find any other whales. I am confident that there are other whales out there and I’m going to find them. Today is March 6th 2009 on a Monday and today is the first day that I am going to attempt to find any other whales. I am in the part of the ocean known as Starfish Cove. It’s usually where all the starfish are. There’s always at least 200 starfish there at a time. They lay in the sand looking for no trouble. My mother would always take me here, just to swim and relax. I look around to see if there are any whales and don’t see any in sight. It felt like I was looking for days. But really, it was only an hour or two. Now I know that this is going to be harder than I thought. Today is March 7th 2009 on a Tuesday and it’s the second day that I’m going to attempt to find any other whales. I am in the part of the ocean known as the Turtle Twist: the part where all the turtles swim swiftly by. Hundreds swim by in all different sizes and shades of green and brown. I run into a few asking them if they have seen any whales. All of the answers are no, until I run into a turtle that says that they may have seen a whale, or at least a big sea animal. I ask where they’ve seen it and the turtle replies and tells me to go west towards the alley. The alley is probably the scariest place in the sea. It’s filled with all the sharks. I’m still small and still considered lunch. So I need to come up with a plan to get into the alley without being eaten. I find a sunken ship to go inside and plan and I come up with maybe five ideas on what I’m going to do. The best one I can think of is to disguise myself as a shark that nobody has heard of. Sharks are very gullible and won’t detect a thing if I tell them that I am a new kind of shark. I’ll look around for whales and then head out of there as fast as I can. Today is March 8th 2009 and the third day that I’m going to attempt to find any other whales. I am now entering shark alley and I find red leaves to put on the side of me to appear like gills. When I get there, all the sharks freeze in excitement. They’re ready to come at me, when I yell. “Stop!” They look at me confused, then at each other. “My name is Candice, I’m a new type of your kind called the flat tailed shark. They ask me for proof. I tell them about my gills and I wouldn’t be a shark without them. Suddenly I see one red leaf floating above me. We all watch in silence as the leaf floats to the surface. Then they look at me. I dash away as fast as I can. When I look behind me I see all of them coming after me. I have to get out of this alley! I take a sharp right hoping to confuse them. It works. I keep going and finally get into a place that seems clear. I’ve never seen this place before. There are rocks all around me, stacking as high as about 30 feet. I come closer to the rocks to see caves. They were big caves too, big enough for a whale to fit. I go inside quietly and slowly. I enter a big room that is completely empty, besides another door. I go inside and see one whale! “Hello?” I say, trying to wake her up. She jumps up in panic from a deep sleep to see me. She screams in fear and hides behind a massive rock. “Who are you?” she says in a hushed voice. “I’m Candice, a whale from Sea Side. I thought I was the last whale!” “I thought I was the last one too! My name is Charlotte.” I ask what she was doing in this deep cave. She replies and says that she has looked for the last month and has just given up; she wanted to stay safe so she came in the cave. I then convinced her to come with me and live in Sea Side. She was ecstatic and said yes. We go back to Sea Side and live a highly normal life for a whale. Every once in a while we will look for more whales but we don’t base our whole lives on it. I am so excited and happy that I found a whale and know that there are more out there and one day we will find more.

The End

The Day I Became a Man Kush Patel It was a warm, calm day. The birds were chipping away peacefully, as I would give them a tune to hum, and they would hum it back. It was the perfect day to go hunting, and I gathered my hunting tools; a gun, axes, knives, a GPS unit, and got into my car. When I first arrived at the forest, I locked eyes with a deer, and I knew it was meant to be. The deer was brown, with white spots going through its body, and sharp antlers. Most importantly, though, it was fierce-looking, ready to fight and get to action. This deer wasn’t going down easy, but I was prepared. I knew what he was doing, as a deer doesn’t survive this long in the forest without strategy. When I first saw him, he was running openly through the forest, implying he was a fierce deer that all hunters feared. I knew I was ready, though, as I wasn’t your average hunter. I knew he saw me already, but he was downplaying it, as a veteran deer makes his move at the final second. That’s why I kept my distance, and I have to give my props to this deer, because with any other deer, I’d be done already. I tried keeping my distance, but this deer looked delicious. He was muscular all around, and he was wise. The wise ones tasted the best. As boxers do at the beginning of the match, we kept going in a circular motion. The deer had noticed me. Step one, complete. We were feeling each other out, but I wasn’t sure where this was going. If I pointed my gun, the deer would charge, but if I didn’t, surely things wouldn’t go anywhere. I was clueless of what to do---but suddenly he made a move. Scratch that, a false move. We were both unsure of what to do, but I think I had an idea. I backed away, giving the impression I wasn’t after him, and sure enough, this wasn’t THE wisest deer in the world, because he believed me. When I backed away, almost immediately, the deer looked away. BOOM! Not the hardest deer, but definitely not the easiest. When I took it home to cook, my son asked me, “Daddy! What took you so long?” “Well son, when you’re old enough to hunt with me, you’ll have an experience just as I did today. Whenever it comes, you will be a better man coming out of it, just as I did today.”

Now I Can Call Myself a Man (2) Kush Patel It was a great day to be out in the wild alone. Mild weather, along with a cool breeze, called for a great day. So doing what anyone would do, I pranced outside onto the sunny trail and greeted everyone. I was just beginning to learn to survive on my own, and so this was an excellent opportunity to prove it to my family. Today was one of those days where nothing goes wrong. Nothing could’ve brought this day down, but little did I know what was in store for me. A lot of hunters were out today, but there was nothing to worry about. No one ever went for anyone from my family, because we weren’t as satisfying as other deer. We could provide for ourselves easily, but it just ran in the family. A skinny deer was worthless in the eyes of a hunter. *** While chewing on some tasty grass, a little boy came towards me. I liked little kids, but it was usually the fathers that followed afterwards that were not welcome. But hey, that was the hard part about being a creature like me; I was in danger at all times living in the open. As the kid approached me stealthily (or at least he thought he looked as such), he started talking to me, telling me his name and such. I mostly ignored his blabbing, except for the part he mentioned at the end: that he was going to have to kill me. Yes, indeed. I swallowed my last piece of grass and as it sank down my throat, I started to wonder what I should do. The perfect day had just been ruined. I did my best not to frighten the kid, for he had all the details. So he continued, telling me his dad forced him to come hunting with him, as he wanted his son to shoot one of the “victims”, which is what he called us. I was unsure of what to do, as I was alone and used to my family deciding. Just then, I heard a noise in the bushes. A whisper came from a man, the little boy’s father. I felt glued to my spot, if I ran, I would be shot, but if not, it would still happen.­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ Footstep after footstep, both came closer to me. The little boy was filled with tears, and he told his dad, “Dad, I don’t want to shoot anyone!” The boy loaded the gun, and I flinched. “But son, you have to!” One look at the tear-faced kid, and his father concluded, “Alright son, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” With that statement, they left, and I was free. I had done it, I had survived. Today I had become a man.

Noah’s Ark Jack Lisac I received news of the flood and of the Ark a few days ago. It was hard to believe that the world would be renewed. At first, I thought that this would be a good thing. Then, I realized that only two of each species would survive the flood and that I would have to race to reach the Ark in time. My only hope of arriving there first would be to analyze the situation and prepare for the trip. I would talk to the other animals and find the fastest route. To get there before the others, I would have to run as fast as I could and avoid the predators that lurked in the shadows. All of the animals had to travel, but my journey was among the most difficult. Mice lived everywhere and I had to compete against them. Few mice even believed the news of the flood, but there were many that did. Only two mice would be allowed on the Ark, and I wasn’t the closest to the ship. As I got closer, I noticed that I was rushing into the highest concentration of predators, such as hawks and snakes. It was impossible for me to get food from anywhere. The few possible sources of food that I could find were difficult to reach. The bucks and the bulls, being larger and stronger herbivores, were fighting for the food and the carnivores sat and waited for their prey to rush recklessly into the open. The only safe spot in the world would be the Ark, given that Noah had worked to amass food for everyone that made it to the Ark. Despite the difficulty, I made it to the Ark before any of the other mice. I was starving. Hoping to get to the food supply, I crept slowly through the herd of animals. I was miniscule compared to the others. I realized that they had come from around the world and that they varied in size. I couldn’t distinguish the carnivores from the herbivores, so I kept my distance. I had to assume that every animal that I couldn’t identify was hostile. I had finally reached my destination. Inside the Ark, lay a food supply set aside for everyone. I could also see the other mouse. I may not have been the first mouse on board, but I had arrived here before many of the other mice. I made it to my cell and rested. Now that I had made it to the Ark, the hardest part of the trip was behind me. When I woke up, I saw the other animals boarding the ship. Unlike me, they had waited patiently for their turn to board the ship. They rushed, knowing that the flood would come soon. It became a battle, fighting to get on the ship and finally rest. They had already made it to the ship, but they still had to endure the storm. The storm was supposed to flood the world and cleanse it of its problems. The storm lasted for forty days and forty nights. We could now see the place where we were going to land. I was eager to leave the Ark and establish a safe place to live. As we came to a stop, I took what little food I had left and we ran. Almost all of the animals on the Ark began rushing out and I wasn’t going to be left behind. I had survived the flood, but there were still predators that wanted to hunt me. When they ran out of food from the Ark, I knew that I would be the target. I followed the other mouse to a cluster of rocks that would serve as a shelter. The cluster was far enough away that we could survive without a problem. My hardest challenge was behind me, but I would still have more challenges ahead of me.

Deer Hunting By: Emily Diem One day on a cold November morning, Macy and Henry were hunting to get money for their kids. Macy was better than Henry. They decided to split up and meet later to cover more ground; as Macy went down a right sided path Henry took the left sided path. Macy wasn’t scared because she knew what to do while hunting, because she has been hunting with her dad since she was five. Soon she wants to take her kids and teach them just like her dad taught her. Well today was not like the others because Macy was scared for the first time. Leaves were crumbling and sticks were breaking. “Henry, Henry! Stop! This is not scaring me,” laughed Macy. Silence is all she heard and nothing from her husband. Macy was a lot more scared than before because this could be anything- a bear, deer, or even another human. The possibilities were coming to her more and more. Then all of a sudden its big black eyes could see right through Macy. She had seen deer before but nothing this big. “Help, Help!” yelled Macy. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” calmly said the deer. “Who said that?” Macy said. “Me, I know a deer talking is a little scary but I’m not like the rest,” the deer said. “So, you’re a talking deer?” asked Macy “Yes, like I said I’m different,” the deer smiled. “Wow. This is shocking! What’s your name? Where are you from?” questioned Macy. “The name’s Skippy and I’m from Louisville,” answered the deer. “Wow this is amazing I have to tell-“Macy was saying. “No, you can’t tell anyone! No one knows about me but you so keep it that way!” yelled the deer. “But you can be famous and everyone one will know you. Don’t you want that, who wouldn’t?” Macy wondered. “Not me! I don’t want that life; I have to take care of my family. So I can’t take your offer,” cried the deer. “But you will get hunted and soon die! These woods are full of hunters including me,” screamed Macy. Macy wondered why a deer wouldn’t want to be famous or known through the world. She thought through and wondered if she would be famous too for finding Skippy. But Macy finally came to the conclusion that she’s not going to ruin Skippy’s life. Even if it meant giving up her dream of being famous. “I don’t want fame I want to live as long as I can with my family,” smiled the deer. While Skippy was explaining why he didn’t want fame Henry was calling for Macy. “Macy, Macy!” called Henry. “Henry I’ll be there in a second hold on!” yelled Macy. “Well I guess that means I have to go?” asked the deer. “Yeah, but I’ll come back in the future too see you again,” Macy said. “I just have one question before I leave. Why didn’t you kill me like all the other deer you kill?” asked the deer. “You’re different, and I was scared for the first time while hunting. But I think I’m going to stop hunting for a while,” smiled Macy. Macy turned around because she heard her husband; then he was there but when she turned around Skippy was gone and Macy was happy she found something in the world that didn’t need to have the perfect life to be happy.

Three Fish and a Fisherman <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Shawn Nakakura <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Once upon a time there were three little fish, a father, a mother and a son. There was also a big, bad very mean fisherman. One day when the fish were feeding on an apple, a fisherman came along by the stream and started to fish with a long fly rod that had a pretty looking fly on it. The fisherman cast his rod and the fly came to rest on the bottom of the stream. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “What’s that thing look like over there in the water, father?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I think it looks like a delicious bug or something like that son,” said the father fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Well I think it looks like a trap from a fisherman,” stated the mother fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m going to go get it and bring it back over here,” stated the son. He swam over to the object, grabbed it with his mouth and brought it back over to the group of fish. Next, the line began to pull and the fisherman began to reel the line in. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Just before the line reached the edge of the water the fish let go of the line and the fisherman was very frustrated. The fisherman was so frustrated he threw a giant rock in the water and marched back to his house. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next day the fisherman came back to the same stream and exactly the same spot. The same three fish were in the same spot still feeding on the apple. The fisherman had a different fly on his line today so the fish could not recognize the same fly from the previous day. Once the fisherman was all set up he cast his line in the same spot as last time. When the fisherman cast his line the same group of fish saw it and began to wonder about it. The fish that went to get the fly the previous day was too afraid to get the fly. “I’m not going to get it you saw what happened yesterday.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’ll go get it,” said the mother fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When the fish went to go get the fly he grabbed it with his mouth and started to go back to the group of fish the line suddenly stopped pulling and the fish started going backward. The fish was about to be gone for good when the hook ripped out of the fish’s mouth. The fish started to bleed rapidly and it would not stop bleeding until they went to the local fish hospital right down the stream from them. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The fisherman was so angry that he took his pole and snapped it in half. The next day he went to the local fishing store and bought a new pole that was almost the same but had a better grip on it. When he was done at the store he went back to the pond he was at the previous day and began to the fish. The fish were the same as the previous day and the third and strongest fish was the only fish that was brave enough to go grab the fly of the fish line. The first time the fish grabbed the fly and the fish and the fisherman were fighting back and forth when all the sudden the fisherman’s hand slipped and he fell. He was dragged into the pond and hit the bottom of the pond and was knocked unconscious. After he was knocked unconscious the fish started to harass him and tried to wake him so he would not drown. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“We weren’t trying to make him drown!” said the father fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Finally the man woke up and got out of the stream. Next he dried off with an extra towel he had in his car. Eventually the fisherman drove off and never came back to that stream because he was so mad at the fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Three Fish and a Fisherman <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Shawn Nakakura <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Once upon a time there were three little fish, a father, a mother and a son. There was also a big, bad very mean fisherman. One day when the fish were feeding on an apple, a fisherman came along by the stream and started to fish with a long fly rod that had a pretty looking fly on it. The fisherman cast his rod and the fly came to rest on the bottom of the stream. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “What’s that thing look like over there in the water, father?” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “I think it looks like a delicious bug or something like that son,” said the father fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> “Well I think it looks like a trap from a fisherman,” stated the mother fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’m going to go get it and bring it back over here,” stated the son. He swam over to the object, grabbed it with his mouth and brought it back over to the group of fish. Next, the line began to pull and the fisherman began to reel the line in. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Just before the line reached the edge of the water the fish let go of the line and the fisherman was very frustrated. The fisherman was so frustrated he threw a giant rock in the water and marched back to his house. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The next day the fisherman came back to the same stream and exactly the same spot. The same three fish were in the same spot still feeding on the apple. The fisherman had a different fly on his line today so the fish could not recognize the same fly from the previous day. Once the fisherman was all set up he cast his line in the same spot as last time. When the fisherman cast his line the same group of fish saw it and began to wonder about it. The fish that went to get the fly the previous day was too afraid to get the fly. “I’m not going to get it you saw what happened yesterday.” <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“I’ll go get it,” said the mother fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">When the fish went to go get the fly he grabbed it with his mouth and started to go back to the group of fish the line suddenly stopped pulling and the fish started going backward. The fish was about to be gone for good when the hook ripped out of the fish’s mouth. The fish started to bleed rapidly and it would not stop bleeding until they went to the local fish hospital right down the stream from them. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The fisherman was so angry that he took his pole and snapped it in half. The next day he went to the local fishing store and bought a new pole that was almost the same but had a better grip on it. When he was done at the store he went back to the pond he was at the previous day and began to the fish. The fish were the same as the previous day and the third and strongest fish was the only fish that was brave enough to go grab the fly of the fish line. The first time the fish grabbed the fly and the fish and the fisherman were fighting back and forth when all the sudden the fisherman’s hand slipped and he fell. He was dragged into the pond and hit the bottom of the pond and was knocked unconscious. After he was knocked unconscious the fish started to harass him and tried to wake him so he would not drown. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">“We weren’t trying to make him drown!” said the father fish. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> Finally the man woke up and got out of the stream. Next he dried off with an extra towel he had in his car. Eventually the fisherman drove off and never came back to that stream because he was so mad at the fish.