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The March Newsletter!
Wolves are powerful, wonder, and majestic,
but they are tortured.
People have taken their land,
from the great big redwood to the tiny orchard.
We have also taken their lives
with guns, traps, and even knives!
So, we need to take care of these powerful, wonderful, and
majestic creatures.
We could give back most of their land,
from the small orchard to the huge redwood to the medium cedar.
Bethanie Cooper
Age 11
Leavenworth, KS
There once was a happy frog, known as Happy Hopper, his name was Cheery because he was always smiling. One day this frog Lenny the Lizard, who was studying one of his bug recipie books. Cheery wanted to know how to make a ladybug cassarole so he asked Lenny if he had the recipie. Lenny said that Cheery would have to find the ladybugs first.
Lenny and Cheery walked into the creepy, smelly forest. They were a little scared when they heard an otter snoring, they were a little more scared when when they heard an owl's eerie screech. They were REALLY scared when they heard some noise RIGHT NEXT TO THEM!!! They ran and ran, and still that something was after them. It must want to eat them!!! They ran so long, so far, and so fast that they both fell down! Whatever was after them was gonna get 'em now!
BUT WAIT!!!! Lenny didn't hear anything. He whispered to Cheery while panting, "C-C-C-Ch-Ch-Cheery-Cheery! Cheery!!! Do you hear anything?" "N-N-No", said Cheery. All of the sudden they both cringed, they were scared, almost to death!
Then came the monster, A BIG, HAIRY, MEAN, NASTY, GRAY, kida funny, MOUSE!!!! They were running from a mouse?! They looked at each other and then at the mouse, who was just as scared as they were, and asked him his name. The mouse said,"M-M-M-M-My N-N-Name is S-Sh-Sherbert, cause I like ice cream". ALL OF THE SUDDEN Lenny and Cheery started to laugh they laughed and laughed, if Sherbert didn't ask what was so incredibly funny, they would still be laughing to this day!!
They amswered sherbert while they were still laughing, saying, "We thought you were a monster or something!!" Sherbert laughed with them until the next day. Then they all set out to find ladybugs for their cassarole. After searchingfor more than a week, Sherbert suggested that they should use potatoes in the same recipie. They all helped in making it and called it rotten potatoes because the potatoes looked rotten in the dish. Soon some people changed the name to a more formal Au-Grautan potatoes. Listen sometime to a dish of this popular cassarole! You may be able to hear Sherbert, Lenny, and Cheery laughing!!
THE END
By Jimmy Felletter the third.
(an Australian Poem)
On the outer barcoo where churches are few,
And men of religion are scanty,
On a road never cross'd 'cept by folks that are lost,
One Michael Magee had a shanty.
Now this Mike was the dad of a ten-year-old lad,
Plump, healthy, and stoutly conditioned;
He was strong as the best, but poor Mike had no rest
For the youngster had never been christened.
And his wife used to cry, 'If the darlin' should die
Saint Peter would not recognise him.'
But by luck he survived till a preacher arrived,
who agreed straightwaway to baptise him.
Now the artful young rogue, while they held their
collogue,
With his ear to the keyhole was listenin;
And he muttered in fright, while his features turned
white
'what the divil and all is this christenin' ?'
He was none of your dolts, he had seen them brand
colts,
And it seemed to his small understanding,
If the man in thr frock made him one of the flock,
It must mean something very like branding.
So away with a rush he set off for the bush,
While the tears in his eyelids they glistened -
'Tis outrageous, 'says he,' to brand youngsters like
me,
I'll be dashed if I'll stop to be christened!'
Like a young native dog he ran into a log,
And his father with language uncivil,
never heeding the 'praste' cried aloud in his haste,
'Come out and be christened, you divil !'
But he lay there as snug as a bug in a rug,
And his parents in vain might reprove him,
Till his reverence spoke (he was fond of a joke)
'I've a notion,' says he, 'that'll move him.'
'Poke a stick up the log, give the spalpeen a prog;
Poke him aisy - don't hurt him or maim him,
'Tis not long that he'll stand, I've the water at hand,
As he rushes out this end I'll name him.'
'Here he comes, and for shame ! ye've forgotten the name -
Is it Patsy or Michael or Dinnis ?'
here the youngster ran out, and the priest gave a
shout -
Take your chance, anyhow wid 'Maginnis' !'
As the howling young cub ran away to the scrub
Where he knew that pursuit would be risky,
The priest, as he fled, flung a flask at his head
That was labelled 'Maginnis's Whisky !'
And Maginnis Magee has been made a J.P.,
And the one thing he hates more than sin is
To be asked by the folk who have heard of the joke,
How he came to be christened 'Maginnis' !
by Andrew Barton (Banjo) Paterson (contributed by Dot of Oz)
Eyes so bright
fur so soft
we found one night
and lifted aloft
up to the stairs
and into the house
it knew that we cared
and it stayed as quiet as a mouse
the little kitten
was happy just sittin'
away in its basket
batting at anything that passed it.
The End JPFIII
