Comments on: “Silly Animal Problems” Prompt http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/ A Place for Student Writers to Publish Writing that was Inspired at WritingFix Sat, 19 Jun 2010 00:18:04 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Lydia for Mr. E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-376 Lydia for Mr. E Thu, 11 Mar 2010 02:55:01 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-376 Difference “Oh Johnny, why can’t everyone except me like you?” I questioned as I spoke in my shrine for Johnny Depp. “Come on Hilary!” shouted my freak’ in evil sister, who wished I was dead since the day I was born. “Coming!” I said as nice as I could. When I wanted to tell her she is fat! It’s just not fair! She doesn’t like me because I am different. Being yellow and skinny is not my fault. Maybe the rest of my clan is hot pink and well…fat. I let out a sigh of relive. Oh well, I still Johnny. “HILARY! Get out here!” screamed my father. Well he isn’t a father more like a chef with a slave named Hilary. Well he is a chef of the village in fact and I am his embarrassment. “Ok, clean out all the bad ideas about my life.” I thought to myself. After I cleaned the fire pit I took a long nap. When I woke from my slumber I realized I was going to leave home. I was going on a quest to find Johnny Depp because no one wants me here, but Johnny will. What should I bring? How should go? Where would he be? All those questions ran through my head. “Ok Hilary, one thing at a time.” I spoke to my self. First, I will pack the essentials, my tusk brush, my mango pop, and some coco beans. I am going to leave at 1:45 A.M. “Oh my guacamole! It’s time!” I exclaimed to myself while looking at my banana clock. I scurried out of my hut with my items. Once I got out of my village without being detected I walked along a trail I found. You’re probably thinking how I knew it was the correct path. Well the walkway had a pentagonal shaped sign which stated,” To the city:” Anyone who is anyone lives in the city. After I started walking on this trail I became frightened. Eyes widened, hairs stood up, and chills ran down my spine, when I heard a terrifying sound coming from the woods. “It’s coming closer!” I thought. While shivering I saw a furious animal. It was a white, with furry ears of pure evil, a tail made of fluffy white cotton like fur. This was a truly grotesque creature. It hopped along crossing my path. “Now that’s over I will find a place to sleep.” I spoke to myself. “Ummm… not there, it’s too hard… NO WAY, it’s FULL OF SPITERS! AHHHHHHH!!! How ‘bout there? There is even a place for my head! A coiled up vine of all sorts of colors. “ Once I lied down I heard, “OW!” My pillow moved and uncoiled. I went to recoil it. Once I realized it was not a snake. “Who are you?” I questioned. “I am Bill.” Shouted the insanely fat snake. “Oh ok.” “Ummm, lady what can I call you by?” “Oh sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Hilary.” As I spoke I could not help but stare at his flab. “Hey lady, I mean Hilary, it’s rude to stare you know.” “I am so so so so sorry.” I spoke being embarrassed. “It’s ok. I don’t want to be rude, but why are you here?” I did not want to answer him, but I knew I had to. “I ran away from home. Not anyone wanted me, but Johnny Depp will.” “Johnny who?” Bill pronounced. I was appalled that he did not know who Johnny Depp was. “Is an actor and a god!” I tried not to sound snooty, but I might have sounded that why. “How do you know he will want you?” he asked a smart tone. “He just will!” I said hopefully. “OK let’s find a place to sleep for tonight. Tomorrow we can go ahead.” He spoke full of tire. “Wait are you going with me?” I asked. “It sounded fun.” “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” The next morning, I got woken up by Bill. “What?” I spoke. “We need to go.” Bill spoke as if he knew exactly what he was doing. “Bill why aren’t you with your clad?” ”I got was kicked out because I had too much flab; therefore, I could not hunt with the rest of the men.” “I’m sorry.” I was very embarrassed because I could tell my question hit him in a sore spot. We moved through a brightly colored jungle, full of toucans and bananas. Everything was gorgeous. Even though we did not talk at all, I think my remark really bothered him. Suddenly, we came to a vast river. “I must leave you here.” announced Bill. “Why? I need your help!” I pleaded. “I cannot swim.” Bill stated. “PLEASE DON’T LEAVE!” I exclaimed. “I must.” “Alright.” I said sadly. I went into the water and began to swim. The water was very clear and the sand was blue and green. A figure appeared in the water. It had a tail and a body of a human. It had long hair and shells for a shirt. “Who are you?” “I am Lola the mystic mermaid. I am here to help you find your beloved Johnny.” said Lola the mermaid. “How do I find him?” “Go west to the city. Once you find it you will hear the sound of a singing girl. Ask where your beloved is.” decreed Lola. She swam away fast to ask any questions. I kept walking through the jungle. I could finally see the city. There were tall huts of eccentric colors and humans dressed as monkeys. They were holding rocks to their ears. “OK, listen for the sound, Hilary.” “Let me tell you on time…” the madden sung. I sped over to the large hut. Following the music. Once I got to the room with the girl in it I opened the door. “Who are you?” “Uhhhhh…Justin Biber.” “Where is Johnny Depp?” “I don’t know?” Announced the so called Justin Biber. “WHERE IS HE?” I screamed. “I said I don’t KNOW!” A slap went across his face. I still to this day do not feel sorry.”OWWW,” Justin screamed like a girl, “I’ll call him up.” Then he told me Johnny was coming for me. Then I see my one my only love, Johnny. Difference
“Oh Johnny, why can’t everyone except me like you?” I questioned as I spoke in my shrine for Johnny Depp.
“Come on Hilary!” shouted my freak’ in evil sister, who wished I was dead since the day I was born.
“Coming!” I said as nice as I could. When I wanted to tell her she is fat! It’s just not fair! She doesn’t like me because I am different. Being yellow and skinny is not my fault. Maybe the rest of my clan is hot pink and well…fat. I let out a sigh of relive. Oh well, I still Johnny.
“HILARY! Get out here!” screamed my father. Well he isn’t a father more like a chef with a slave named Hilary. Well he is a chef of the village in fact and I am his embarrassment.
“Ok, clean out all the bad ideas about my life.” I thought to myself. After I cleaned the fire pit I took a long nap. When I woke from my slumber I realized I was going to leave home. I was going on a quest to find Johnny Depp because no one wants me here, but Johnny will.
What should I bring? How should go? Where would he be? All those questions ran through my head. “Ok Hilary, one thing at a time.” I spoke to my self. First, I will pack the essentials, my tusk brush, my mango pop, and some coco beans. I am going to leave at 1:45 A.M.
“Oh my guacamole! It’s time!” I exclaimed to myself while looking at my banana clock. I scurried out of my hut with my items. Once I got out of my village without being detected I walked along a trail I found. You’re probably thinking how I knew it was the correct path. Well the walkway had a pentagonal shaped sign which stated,” To the city:” Anyone who is anyone lives in the city.
After I started walking on this trail I became frightened. Eyes widened, hairs stood up, and chills ran down my spine, when I heard a terrifying sound coming from the woods. “It’s coming closer!” I thought. While shivering I saw a furious animal. It was a white, with furry ears of pure evil, a tail made of fluffy white cotton like fur. This was a truly grotesque creature. It hopped along crossing my path.
“Now that’s over I will find a place to sleep.” I spoke to myself. “Ummm… not there, it’s too hard… NO WAY, it’s FULL OF SPITERS! AHHHHHHH!!! How ‘bout there? There is even a place for my head! A coiled up vine of all sorts of colors. “
Once I lied down I heard, “OW!” My pillow moved and uncoiled. I went to recoil it. Once I realized it was not a snake.
“Who are you?” I questioned.
“I am Bill.” Shouted the insanely fat snake.
“Oh ok.”
“Ummm, lady what can I call you by?”
“Oh sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I am Hilary.” As I spoke I could not help but stare at his flab.
“Hey lady, I mean Hilary, it’s rude to stare you know.”
“I am so so so so sorry.” I spoke being embarrassed.
“It’s ok. I don’t want to be rude, but why are you here?” I did not want to answer him, but I knew I had to.
“I ran away from home. Not anyone wanted me, but Johnny Depp will.”
“Johnny who?” Bill pronounced. I was appalled that he did not know who Johnny Depp was.
“Is an actor and a god!” I tried not to sound snooty, but I might have sounded that why.
“How do you know he will want you?” he asked a smart tone.
“He just will!” I said hopefully.
“OK let’s find a place to sleep for tonight. Tomorrow we can go ahead.” He spoke full of tire.
“Wait are you going with me?” I asked.
“It sounded fun.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
The next morning, I got woken up by Bill.
“What?” I spoke.
“We need to go.” Bill spoke as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Bill why aren’t you with your clad?”
”I got was kicked out because I had too much flab; therefore, I could not hunt with the rest of the men.”
“I’m sorry.” I was very embarrassed because I could tell my question hit him in a sore spot.
We moved through a brightly colored jungle, full of toucans and bananas. Everything was gorgeous. Even though we did not talk at all, I think my remark really bothered him. Suddenly, we came to a vast river.
“I must leave you here.” announced Bill.
“Why? I need your help!” I pleaded.
“I cannot swim.” Bill stated.
“PLEASE DON’T LEAVE!” I exclaimed.
“I must.”
“Alright.” I said sadly. I went into the water and began to swim. The water was very clear and the sand was blue and green. A figure appeared in the water. It had a tail and a body of a human. It had long hair and shells for a shirt.
“Who are you?”
“I am Lola the mystic mermaid. I am here to help you find your beloved Johnny.” said Lola the mermaid.
“How do I find him?”
“Go west to the city. Once you find it you will hear the sound of a singing girl. Ask where your beloved is.” decreed Lola. She swam away fast to ask any questions.
I kept walking through the jungle. I could finally see the city. There were tall huts of eccentric colors and humans dressed as monkeys. They were holding rocks to their ears. “OK, listen for the sound, Hilary.”
“Let me tell you on time…” the madden sung. I sped over to the large hut. Following the music. Once I got to the room with the girl in it I opened the door.
“Who are you?”
“Uhhhhh…Justin Biber.”
“Where is Johnny Depp?”
“I don’t know?” Announced the so called Justin Biber.
“WHERE IS HE?” I screamed.
“I said I don’t KNOW!” A slap went across his face. I still to this day do not feel sorry.”OWWW,” Justin screamed like a girl, “I’ll call him up.” Then he told me Johnny was coming for me.
Then I see my one my only love, Johnny.

]]> By: Kate for Mr. E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-371 Kate for Mr. E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 19:05:47 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-371 Purple Striped Solutions “What the heck is that?” he looked in amazement at orange not purple stripes. “Where did you come from?” he questioned. “Is that my child? What happened?” the dad questioned again. The mother looked up and said, “Yes my beloved husband, he is yours.” “He was cursed never to be a ninja by the world famous pack of evil monkeys.” cried the mother. “I have named him Martin and even if he has orange stripes,” the mother said as a tear ran down her purple fur. “He will always have a place in my heart.” After Martin had grown up he had always had a dream of getting his ninja powers back. Every morning when Martin wakes up he would always think, “Maybe today will be the day.” Martin kept hoping and dreaming. “Everyday makes you a day closer.” he would think. Even though he knew that it will be a while until he would get them back. This hopeful zebra one day went on his big journey to get his ninja powers from the monkeys. On the way, Martin had met up with his friend named Bella that he had a crush on. Bella is a red eyed tree frog but she has blue eyes. When Bella asked, “What are you doing?” Martin responded, “I am going find my powers.” “Can I come?” asked the tree frog. “Sure,” said Martin blushing. So on they went traveling to the kingdom, but on the way they had some bumps on the road. The first obstacle was grassland. Martin had a hard time doing this because he was allergic to grass. When they were running through the grassland every three or four minutes came this gigantic passing of gas right out of Martins rear end ruining the tattoo of Bella that he had. After they were done came another problem. Well, you see when you are an unusual animal; you have an unusual thing that you are allergic to that normal animals would probably not be. Marcus was allergic to grass and Bella was allergic to water, but not all water, just river water. Of course on Bella’s luck, came miles of long rivers forward and across. As a gentleman, Martin had asked “Would you like to get on my back and we will ride over the rivers?” Bella blushed while she said “Yes.” So the love birds were together while Martin was running and Bella riding on his back. After the rivers came a tiny bit of dirt until an Iceland to reach the kingdom of Zebra powers. In that tiny bit of dirt was a black and white penguin. Martin and Bella stopped and looked curiously. The two of them looked at each other and whispered together “What is that?” they had asked. The penguin had heard them and said “My name is Skipper, I am a penguin and I am afraid of ice, that is why I am laying here in this little bit of dirt.” Martin knew what to do now. First he asked him why the penguin was afraid and Skipper said “I am afraid because I am scared I will fall into the ice.” Martin said “Look and watch.” Sure enough, Martin as a giant compared to that little penguin named Skipper, had ran across the Iceland and down the little hill and not even a crack in the ice was made. Skipper had now noticed that he will not fall in. Then Skipper had slid across the ice while Bella had hopped right behind him. As soon as the two got down to Martin, Skipper had asked where they were going. Martin and Bella said “To the kingdom!” Skipper had asked to go and they both said “Yes.” So, the three of them were on their way to the kingdom. When they had gotten to the kingdom they went straight to the king named Charles and there was a problem because Charles was afraid of Zebras. So Skipper and Bella decided to be good friends and go up and ask the king about Martins powers while Martin was hiding. King Charles unexpectedly said “Yes,” while he took out the fairy dust out of his pocket and asked “Who?” “Who wants these powers?” “Our friend.” said Skipper and Bella. “There is a problem, he is a Zebra.” “That is okay,” said the king. “I have no fear for zebras now since I had been attacked by one when I was 10.” When Martin came out the king gave Martin the powers and traveled back home. Skipper the penguin had overcome his fear of ice during this journey. On the way back from the kingdom Skipper met a beautiful penguin, named Sarah. Skipper had loved this penguin with all his heart and soul, so they got married and lived there lives happily ever after. Martin and Bella, also known as the love birds of the forest, had married and lived a wonderful life together with two zeogs, which is a frog and a zebra mixed. These zeogs were twins and they both had purple and orange stripes and were allergic to damp grass. That is the story of the zebra ninja and his friends. Purple Striped Solutions
“What the heck is that?” he looked in amazement at orange not purple stripes. “Where did you come from?” he questioned. “Is that my child? What happened?” the dad questioned again.
The mother looked up and said, “Yes my beloved husband, he is yours.” “He was cursed never to be a ninja by the world famous pack of evil monkeys.” cried the mother. “I have named him Martin and even if he has orange stripes,” the mother said as a tear ran down her purple fur. “He will always have a place in my heart.”
After Martin had grown up he had always had a dream of getting his ninja powers back. Every morning when Martin wakes up he would always think, “Maybe today will be the day.” Martin kept hoping and dreaming. “Everyday makes you a day closer.” he would think. Even though he knew that it will be a while until he would get them back. This hopeful zebra one day went on his big journey to get his ninja powers from the monkeys.
On the way, Martin had met up with his friend named Bella that he had a crush on. Bella is a red eyed tree frog but she has blue eyes. When Bella asked, “What are you doing?”
Martin responded, “I am going find my powers.”
“Can I come?” asked the tree frog. “Sure,” said Martin blushing. So on they went traveling to the kingdom, but on the way they had some bumps on the road. The first obstacle was grassland. Martin had a hard time doing this because he was allergic to grass. When they were running through the grassland every three or four minutes came this gigantic passing of gas right out of Martins rear end ruining the tattoo of Bella that he had. After they were done came another problem. Well, you see when you are an unusual animal; you have an unusual thing that you are allergic to that normal animals would probably not be. Marcus was allergic to grass and Bella was allergic to water, but not all water, just river water. Of course on Bella’s luck, came miles of long rivers forward and across. As a gentleman, Martin had asked “Would you like to get on my back and we will ride over the rivers?” Bella blushed while she said “Yes.” So the love birds were together while Martin was running and Bella riding on his back.
After the rivers came a tiny bit of dirt until an Iceland to reach the kingdom of Zebra powers. In that tiny bit of dirt was a black and white penguin. Martin and Bella stopped and looked curiously. The two of them looked at each other and whispered together “What is that?” they had asked.
The penguin had heard them and said “My name is Skipper, I am a penguin and I am afraid of ice, that is why I am laying here in this little bit of dirt.”
Martin knew what to do now. First he asked him why the penguin was afraid and Skipper said “I am afraid because I am scared I will fall into the ice.” Martin said “Look and watch.” Sure enough, Martin as a giant compared to that little penguin named Skipper, had ran across the Iceland and down the little hill and not even a crack in the ice was made. Skipper had now noticed that he will not fall in. Then Skipper had slid across the ice while Bella had hopped right behind him. As soon as the two got down to Martin, Skipper had asked where they were going. Martin and Bella said “To the kingdom!” Skipper had asked to go and they both said “Yes.” So, the three of them were on their way to the kingdom. When they had gotten to the kingdom they went straight to the king named Charles and there was a problem because Charles was afraid of Zebras. So Skipper and Bella decided to be good friends and go up and ask the king about Martins powers while Martin was hiding.
King Charles unexpectedly said “Yes,” while he took out the fairy dust out of his pocket and asked “Who?” “Who wants these powers?” “Our friend.” said Skipper and Bella. “There is a problem, he is a Zebra.” “That is okay,” said the king. “I have no fear for zebras now since I had been attacked by one when I was 10.”
When Martin came out the king gave Martin the powers and traveled back home. Skipper the penguin had overcome his fear of ice during this journey. On the way back from the kingdom Skipper met a beautiful penguin, named Sarah. Skipper had loved this penguin with all his heart and soul, so they got married and lived there lives happily ever after. Martin and Bella, also known as the love birds of the forest, had married and lived a wonderful life together with two zeogs, which is a frog and a zebra mixed. These zeogs were twins and they both had purple and orange stripes and were allergic to damp grass. That is the story of the zebra ninja and his friends.

]]> By: Taylor for Mr. E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-370 Taylor for Mr. E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 19:04:54 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-370 Marcus the blue-eyed tree frog Once upon a time, in a little country called Jabuti, lived a little tree frog that had many strange issues. That little tree frog was named Marcus. One thing that was strange about Marcus was that his eyes were suppose to be red, but instead they were an ocean blue and almost as big as his body. The biggest problem with Marcus though was that Marcus’ mother got kidnapped by the pack of lions. Marcus and his friends Hilary the Hippo and Martin the Zebra had to go on a journey to the kingdom to get back Marcus’ mother. Marcus though, could not get into the kingdom because he had blue eyes and only red eyed tree frogs could get into the kingdom. He could not get into the kingdom because the king of the kingdom's cat, Oscar. Oscar had really sensitive eyes and saw everything red, but when he saw things that were blue, he would have a seizure. The day after Marcus’ mother was taken away, Marcus and his friends were on their way to visit the kingdom. Once they reached the jungle, they saw a sign that said “Kingdom right this way.” Marcus looked at it in an unusual way. He thought this was very odd because the arrow was pointing down into this skinny hole. Hilary gasped in shock. See Hilary’s problem was that she was way too fat. She said to Marcus, “I definitely cannot fit in that hole!” When everybody started climbing down into the hole, Hilary tried but she was just too fat. Hilary was very disappointed, she didn’t want to be left behind at all, but she had to be left. Once Marcus and Martin got through the hole, they finally saw the kingdom. So they started walking towards it, and when they got to the gate they spotted a pack of lions standing in the front. Marcus asked the lions if he and Martin could go in and see the king and they said, “Absolutely not!” Marcus and Martin looked at each other in a questionably way. They asked the lions, “Why not?” The lions then answered, “Do you have ninja powers?” Martin was very upset because he used to have ninja powers but the pack of lions stole them. Martin said, “Well, sir I think you know that neither one of us have ninja powers anymore, isn’t that right?” The lions said, “Yes, that is true, but what you need to do to get into the kingdom is fight my fellow friend, Alex. Here’s the catch, we will give you back your powers only if you win the battle.” Martin answered, “You have a deal, but will I get my powers when I am fighting?” The lions said, “No, you will not.” Martin said, “Okay, you have a deal.” They then had the battle and Martin won and got his powers back! The pack of lions then let them inside the kingdom to see the king. When they got inside, they saw the king and his cat, Oscar. Marcus and Martin went towards the king and all of a sudden Oscar started having a seizure. Marcus asked “What the heck?” The king said, “Your eyes!” Marcus said, “What about my eyes?” “There blue!” Marcus ran over and got a towel to cover up his eyes, the cat was then fine. Marcus asked the king, “Where is my mother?” “Well, you see your mother had a choice for us to either kill you or herself, and she answered herself.” Marcus started sobbing to death and ran over to a fountain and hopped in. When frogs cry they have to get wet all over their body. But when he jumped in something happened. Marcus started breaking out in hives and then something went into his mouth, it was a fly! You see Marcus was allergic to flies and fountain water. The king felt very bad. He asked Marcus if there was anything he could do and Marcus said, “May I live with you sir?” The king sat their for a moment or two and then he finally had his answer, and that answer was, “Yes you may!” Marcus, Martin, and the king then lived happily ever after! Marcus the blue-eyed tree frog
Once upon a time, in a little country called Jabuti, lived a little tree frog that had many strange issues. That little tree frog was named Marcus. One thing that was strange about Marcus was that his eyes were suppose to be red, but instead they were an ocean blue and almost as big as his body. The biggest problem with Marcus though was that Marcus’ mother got kidnapped by the pack of lions.
Marcus and his friends Hilary the Hippo and Martin the Zebra had to go on a journey to the kingdom to get back Marcus’ mother. Marcus though, could not get into the kingdom because he had blue eyes and only red eyed tree frogs could get into the kingdom. He could not get into the kingdom because the king of the kingdom’s cat, Oscar. Oscar had really sensitive eyes and saw everything red, but when he saw things that were blue, he would have a seizure.
The day after Marcus’ mother was taken away, Marcus and his friends were on their way to visit the kingdom. Once they reached the jungle, they saw a sign that said “Kingdom right this way.” Marcus looked at it in an unusual way. He thought this was very odd because the arrow was pointing down into this skinny hole. Hilary gasped in shock. See Hilary’s problem was that she was way too fat. She said to Marcus,
“I definitely cannot fit in that hole!”
When everybody started climbing down into the hole, Hilary tried but she was just too fat. Hilary was very disappointed, she didn’t want to be left behind at all, but she had to be left.
Once Marcus and Martin got through the hole, they finally saw the kingdom. So they started walking towards it, and when they got to the gate they spotted a pack of lions standing in the front. Marcus asked the lions if he and Martin could go in and see the king and they said,
“Absolutely not!”
Marcus and Martin looked at each other in a questionably way. They asked the lions,
“Why not?”
The lions then answered,
“Do you have ninja powers?”
Martin was very upset because he used to have ninja powers but the pack of lions stole them. Martin said,
“Well, sir I think you know that neither one of us have ninja powers anymore, isn’t that right?”
The lions said,
“Yes, that is true, but what you need to do to get into the kingdom is fight my fellow friend, Alex. Here’s the catch, we will give you back your powers only if you win the battle.”
Martin answered,
“You have a deal, but will I get my powers when I am fighting?” The lions said,
“No, you will not.”
Martin said,
“Okay, you have a deal.”
They then had the battle and Martin won and got his powers back!
The pack of lions then let them inside the kingdom to see the king. When they got inside, they saw the king and his cat, Oscar. Marcus and Martin went towards the king and all of a sudden Oscar started having a seizure.
Marcus asked “What the heck?”
The king said, “Your eyes!”
Marcus said, “What about my eyes?”
“There blue!”
Marcus ran over and got a towel to cover up his eyes, the cat was then fine. Marcus asked the king,
“Where is my mother?”
“Well, you see your mother had a choice for us to either kill you or herself, and she answered herself.”
Marcus started sobbing to death and ran over to a fountain and hopped in. When frogs cry they have to get wet all over their body. But when he jumped in something happened. Marcus started breaking out in hives and then something went into his mouth, it was a fly! You see Marcus was allergic to flies and fountain water. The king felt very bad. He asked Marcus if there was anything he could do and Marcus said,
“May I live with you sir?”
The king sat their for a moment or two and then he finally had his answer, and that answer was,
“Yes you may!”
Marcus, Martin, and the king then lived happily ever after!

]]> By: Olivia for Mr.E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-369 Olivia for Mr.E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:57:29 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-369 Polka Dot Problems “But I don’t care about being individual!” Charles screamed. “I hate it!” Charles was talking to himself…again…Charles was a very unusual camel. He was purple with polka dots, well, only on his…butt…Charles had a few friends, not many, but some. They were Hilary the Hippo and Steven the Giraffe. One day, Hilary and Charles were hanging out at the pond. Just relaxing when- “UGH!” “What?!” Hilary asked surprised at the sudden out burst. “What’s wrong?” “I was thinking and well...why do I have to be the only camel not normal?” Charles complained “You’re just different; it’s cool to be different.” Hilary was trying to encourage him but could tell it wasn’t working. “Well I don’t want to be different!” “Sometimes it’s not a bad thing to be different! Maybe you should just think about it!” Hilary stated and stormed off. “Hmmmmm…yupp…nope still don’t like it.” Charles told himself and walked away. The sun was setting in the west, Charles could see it, “So beautiful…” he thought to himself. “HAHA!” A sudden voice exclaimed. Charles jumped. “Who or what are you? The strange voice asked. Charles was frightened; he didn’t know where the voice was coming from. “Hello?” Charles yelled. “You don’t have to yell, I’m up here, in the tree,” Charles looked up to see a red eyed tree frog staring right at him. “Who are you?” The red eyed tree frog asked impatiently. “I’m…I’m…Charles and I’m a camel?” Charles said nervously. “Is that a question?” he asked. “No.” “Well why are you purple?” The red eyed tree frog asked with curiosity. “I…I was born this way. I don’t like it but, well, it’s me.” As Charles said that he began to see what Hilary was talking about. It doesn’t matter what color he is, it’s on the inside that counts. “Well I’m SO sorry.” The red eyed tree said sarcastically “Don’t be.” Charles said and walked away looking confident. Later on that night Charles and Steven met up. “Hey Charles! I heard you got really worked about your color…again…” “Yea, but I realize now that it doesn’t matter what color I am.” “That’s cool dude! So you want to go hang out at the pond with Hilary?” Steven asked. “Yea! Let’s go! So Charles told Hilary and Steven all about what had happened to him. Hilary and Steven were so proud of him! When Charles got back to his tree, he went right to sleep knowing that he should be proud of his colors. And well, he was proud of them. Polka Dot Problems
“But I don’t care about being individual!” Charles screamed. “I hate it!”
Charles was talking to himself…again…Charles was a very unusual camel. He was purple with polka dots, well, only on his…butt…Charles had a few friends, not many, but some. They were Hilary the Hippo and Steven the Giraffe.

One day, Hilary and Charles were hanging out at the pond. Just relaxing when-
“UGH!”
“What?!” Hilary asked surprised at the sudden out burst. “What’s wrong?”
“I was thinking and well…why do I have to be the only camel not normal?” Charles complained
“You’re just different; it’s cool to be different.” Hilary was trying to encourage him but could tell it wasn’t working.
“Well I don’t want to be different!”
“Sometimes it’s not a bad thing to be different! Maybe you should just think about it!” Hilary stated and stormed off.
“Hmmmmm…yupp…nope still don’t like it.” Charles told himself and walked away.

The sun was setting in the west, Charles could see it,
“So beautiful…” he thought to himself.
“HAHA!” A sudden voice exclaimed. Charles jumped.
“Who or what are you? The strange voice asked. Charles was frightened; he didn’t know where the voice was coming from.
“Hello?” Charles yelled.
“You don’t have to yell, I’m up here, in the tree,”
Charles looked up to see a red eyed tree frog staring right at him.
“Who are you?” The red eyed tree frog asked impatiently.
“I’m…I’m…Charles and I’m a camel?” Charles said nervously.
“Is that a question?” he asked.
“No.”
“Well why are you purple?” The red eyed tree frog asked with curiosity.
“I…I was born this way. I don’t like it but, well, it’s me.” As Charles said that he began to see what Hilary was talking about. It doesn’t matter what color he is, it’s on the inside that counts.
“Well I’m SO sorry.” The red eyed tree said sarcastically
“Don’t be.” Charles said and walked away looking confident.

Later on that night Charles and Steven met up.
“Hey Charles! I heard you got really worked about your color…again…”
“Yea, but I realize now that it doesn’t matter what color I am.”
“That’s cool dude! So you want to go hang out at the pond with Hilary?” Steven asked.
“Yea! Let’s go!
So Charles told Hilary and Steven all about what had happened to him. Hilary and Steven were so proud of him! When Charles got back to his tree, he went right to sleep knowing that he should be proud of his colors. And well, he was proud of them.

]]> By: Brayla for Mr.e http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-368 Brayla for Mr.e Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:54:05 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-368 Different or Alike It was 2:30 am cease was clambering along the Savannas. He was going to see his best friend, Leama. Why in the world does he make me meet him at 2:30 in the morning Ceaser thought? He was deciding if he should be mad or let it go like he did last time. If he let it go he would be in this position again. Ceaser was deciding when he saw Leama in the distant. “Hey No Show,” Leama called, “how it going.” “I told you not to call me that,” Ceaser said angrily “and why do I have to meet you at 2:30 am?” “I told you, when its dark outside the stuff dries faster.” Leama answered. “That makes no sense but let’s gets started.” Ceaser said stretching across the ground. “Neither does the fact that you have no spots.” Leama muttered under his breath. He dipped the very tip of his tail into black mud and began painting cheetah-like circles on Ceaser’s back. After several long minutes Ceaser saw the tall grasses of the savannas’ ruffling. “Yo, did you see dat.” Ceaser said trying to stand up but Leama only pushing him back down. “Yo, you messin’ up my paint.” Leama said completely avoiding the question. “I need to get up.” Ceaser said pushing Leama off of him. “What about the paint, what about the paint?” Leama was whining over and over and over again. “Come out, come out where ever you are,” Ceaser called into the savannas. “I guess I’m not too good at sneaking,” Layla said. “No. Not really,” Leama muttered. “You didn’t fool me for a second,” Ceaser said. “Who cares, you ruined my artwork,” Leama said angrily. “Don’t get your fur in a bunch,” Ceaser replied. After that he walked away with Layla close behind him. “I thought I convinced you not to try to change yourself. You should be happy at who you are and don’t let anyone tell you any different.” Layla mentored, “besides I like people who are different and aren’t afraid to be themselves.” Ceaser blushed. “You had me convinced for that moment. Can you open your eyes and see I am not happy with being different,” Ceaser begged. “Can you open your eyes and see no one cares. Don’t change to please any body,” Layla argued. “I should go,” Ceaser muttered. “Then, go,” Layla said angrily. Layla ran off into the distance. She left Ceaser to think about what he had said and done. Ceaser went back to his father’s territory to ask for advice. His father always had good advice. “Hey, King,” Ceaser said to his father. “Pleasure to see you Ceaser.” King said. “I want to know what you think of me having no spots.” “I honestly don’t care. You are still my son and I love you. Be proud of who you are.” “Are you sure.” Ceaser asked nervously. “Listen I was the size of a groundhog until you were born. Besides would you really change different for alike. Think about it,” with that King walked away. Ceaser made up his mine his father was right. He was different but the only person who cared was himself. He decided there were more important things in life like making Layla his. First Ceaser had to apologize to her. He scanned the savanna for Layla. He spotted Layla with Leama and called out “Layla, Leama,” and with that Ceaser was gone. Different or Alike

It was 2:30 am cease was clambering along the Savannas. He was going to see his best friend, Leama. Why in the world does he make me meet him at 2:30 in the morning Ceaser thought? He was deciding if he should be mad or let it go like he did last time. If he let it go he would be in this position again. Ceaser was deciding when he saw Leama in the distant.

“Hey No Show,” Leama called, “how it going.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Ceaser said angrily “and why do I have to meet you at 2:30 am?”

“I told you, when its dark outside the stuff dries faster.” Leama answered.

“That makes no sense but let’s gets started.” Ceaser said stretching across the ground.

“Neither does the fact that you have no spots.” Leama muttered under his breath. He dipped the very tip of his tail into black mud and began painting cheetah-like circles on Ceaser’s back.

After several long minutes Ceaser saw the tall grasses of the savannas’ ruffling. “Yo, did you see dat.” Ceaser said trying to stand up but Leama only pushing him back down.

“Yo, you messin’ up my paint.” Leama said completely avoiding the question.

“I need to get up.” Ceaser said pushing Leama off of him.

“What about the paint, what about the paint?” Leama was whining over and over and over again.

“Come out, come out where ever you are,” Ceaser called into the savannas.

“I guess I’m not too good at sneaking,” Layla said.

“No. Not really,” Leama muttered.

“You didn’t fool me for a second,” Ceaser said.

“Who cares, you ruined my artwork,” Leama said angrily.

“Don’t get your fur in a bunch,” Ceaser replied. After that he walked away with Layla close behind him.

“I thought I convinced you not to try to change yourself. You should be happy at who you are and don’t let anyone tell you any different.” Layla mentored, “besides I like people who are different and aren’t afraid to be themselves.”

Ceaser blushed. “You had me convinced for that moment. Can you open your eyes and see I am not happy with being different,” Ceaser begged.

“Can you open your eyes and see no one cares. Don’t change to please any body,” Layla argued.

“I should go,” Ceaser muttered.

“Then, go,” Layla said angrily. Layla ran off into the distance. She left Ceaser to think about what he had said and done.

Ceaser went back to his father’s territory to ask for advice. His father always had good advice. “Hey, King,” Ceaser said to his father.

“Pleasure to see you Ceaser.” King said.

“I want to know what you think of me having no spots.”

“I honestly don’t care. You are still my son and I love you. Be proud of who you are.”

“Are you sure.” Ceaser asked nervously.

“Listen I was the size of a groundhog until you were born. Besides would you really change different for alike. Think about it,” with that King walked away.

Ceaser made up his mine his father was right. He was different but the only person who cared was himself. He decided there were more important things in life like making Layla his.

First Ceaser had to apologize to her. He scanned the savanna for Layla. He spotted Layla with Leama and called out “Layla, Leama,” and with that Ceaser was gone.

]]> By: Logan for Mr. E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-367 Logan for Mr. E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:50:52 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-367 Shell Less Different, was that what I was, or was I just plain whack? Did I belong here? If so, what was my purpose? You see, I’ve always been defined as… a little strange. My name is Squirt, Squirt the turtle. What’s so bad about being a turtle? Try being neon orange for a change. And there’s one tiny, tiny, tiny detail you should know before reading on; I have no shell. Imagine that. My real name is Tim. People call me Squirt because one day I was at school, it was m first day, and I desperately had to go to the bathroom. I had no idea where it was, before I could say anything Ms. Petunia was running down the hall sopping wet. I live in a forest in California, I THINK it’s in California, maybe, possibly, probably not, but that’s ok! My best, and only, friend is an adopted squirrel named Benny. He has a stub for a tail, weird right? You could see why we would be friends. There he is! “Benny!” I yelled. We began to sprint towards each other, like bullets. “Oh Squirt! I missed you so much!” Benny said with relief. “Let’s go down to the creek and play for awhile!” I sputtered out in excitement. We began to happily trot down to the creek, trading stories of what had happened lately. You see, we had just hibernated so we had to catch up. “Squirt? Benny?” a voice asked with curiosity. “W-who’s there?” I replied slightly timid. “It’s me, Jay,” the voice replied with more confidence. It couldn’t be, could it? Jay was the most popular, gorgeous, and smartest Blue Jay in school. Why would she want to talk to such a lowlife like me? “Hey. What’s up?” I asked her. “Are you guys going to the creek?” she asked while hesitantly approaching us. “Um…Yea, do you want to come?” “I’d love to!” she cried excitedly. The excitement almost jumping off her face. “Ok, let’s go then.” We began to walk slowly, unsure if we were going to slow or to fast. The three of us walked in silence for awhile. Jay was the first one to break the silence. “Are you guys ready for school to start” she asked obliviously. “NO!” we said almost before the words were out of her mouth. “Well I am, I can’t wait to see all my old friends again! I hope they are all in my class this year- and you guys too.” she said additively. She continued to busily chatter, telling us about her plans for the year. Me and Benny eventually lost interest and began to carry on our own conversation. Fifteen minutes later we finally arrived at the creek. We happily swam, laughed, splashed, and played for hours. We even found the old tire swing and swung on it into the creek. “JJJAAAYYY!!!!!!” Boomed a frightening voice that echoed creepily through the suddenly silent forest. All three of us looked at each other immediately, we knew who it was. It was Jay’s father, Al, the king of the forest, the most frightening mountain lion in the world. Just the sound of his voice could inflict fear upon the mightiest of warriors. He hated Benny and me just because we were different. He thinks he’s the kindest man in the world for letting us and our families live here. We had one rule, we had to stay away from his family. If he found his precious “princess” playing with lowly scum like us, he would kill us. We could hear his powerful paws thundering across the ground coming towards us. “RUN JAY!” we screamed in terror. She immediately soared into the sky majestically, barely having to even flap her wings. His footsteps had grown louder. “Follow me Benny.” I said as if it were a mere statement. We began to sprint down the creek running to the familiar hiding spot, an old cave covered in moss. The ground shook, a thunderstorm had arrived. The rain began to pour down like a hoard of icy knives, freshly sharpened to a point. The lightning was blinding, striking with enough force to make the ground shudder. The thunder was ear splitting, the sound causing rocks to shatter and trees to jump. Fish were scrambling for safety; just so tremendous falling tree branches wouldn’t crush them. My feet were splashing through the icy cold water, and then hitting the cold hard rocks. I could see it, the orange old tree stump and the curtain of moss carefully guarding the secret entrance to the cave. I looked back to see Benny right beside me with terror in his eyes. I could hear Al right behind us, his damp, harsh, raspy breathe on our necks; his mighty paws thundering across the creek. I took one mighty leap onto the stump and pulled myself up with no struggle and ripped the moss away with terror. I turned around, but Benny was not there. Where was he? He was still running towards the stump, seeming slightly dazed. “HURRY BENNY!” I screamed in terror, Al was RIGHT behind him. There was a blinding flash of light and a mighty thunder, time itself seemed to almost freeze, moving as slow as molasses. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Al’s mighty body, with his golden fur, rippling muscles, his face was the worst. His eyes were a murderous red, nothing could stop him, his teeth were the sharpest thing I’ve ever seen, just placing your finger beside his fangs would cut them. His powerful jaw with gleaming teeth opened wide enough to swallow a bear, reached forward and…and…and… swallowed Benny. He was gone in seconds; Al was still coming for me. His body slammed into the bank causing the ceiling to shake and loose bits of dirt to fall. He couldn’t fit into the hole where I was, I would rather be dead anyways. He paced furiously outside the cave murmuring to him about how to get in. I sat there in shock, wanting nothing more than for this to be a nightmare than reality. In hope of that I lay down and drifted into a restless sleep. When I woke, Al was still there. The only reason I could fit into the cave opening was because I did not have a shell. Maybe being different wasn’t so bad after all. “Thank your lucky stars pathetic turtle, I will get you…” he let out a mighty roar and leaped into the air and was gone. The thunder slowly faded away and the rain slowly turned into a light drizzle. I finally came to my wits and got up and slowly walked home. My parents were out of town and had left me to myself, so at least they wouldn’t have to know about Benny for awhile. I was too traumatized to eat; I had just lost my best friend. I went upstairs to my room and drifted into a frightening dream. All I could see was Benny being gobbled up and eaten; the image constantly replayed itself in my head. I was unable to stop it. The next morning I woke up and, go figure, it’s raining. I got myself dressed, fed, and ready. I walked outside and decided I was going to the meadow. Even though it was raining, I always found peace there. I walked swiftly and quietly. When I arrived there, it was beautiful. The flowers were sleeping, the clouds sandwiched the sky in between the horizon. The sun was just beginning to peek around the hill, turning the sky a luscious orange. I lay down in a soft patch of grass and began to drift to sleep. When I awoke, there was a daisy, a yellow daisy, who peered at me curiously, unsure if she should be afraid. I cocked my head curiously, wondering what she was doing. I said, “Hello?” “Uh!” she startled. “It’s all right. I’m Squirt, What’s your name?” “Uh…L-L-Lyla”, she stuttered. “Why are you frightened?” I asked. “Turtles scare me…but you’re a… a …” “Turtle…” I finished her sentence. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She sprung out of the ground and began to run. I sat in shock for a moment, then jumped up, and took off after her. “Stop, please!” I yelled. I began to gain on her and all of a sudden, I’m right behind her. I took a mighty leap and tackled her to the ground. She looked into my eyes and suddenly burst into tears. She told me everything! To sum it all up, she was terrified of turtles because they had devoured her family. We talked for hours. I hardly even noticed that the sun was slowly creeping across the sky and the air was becoming cooler. “And then all of a sudden the mighty-“she began to gasp. “What’s the matter?” I asked. “The sun is almost gone!” she said with fear. Her petals began to close and her roots began to dig into the ground as she struggled to stop the natural function. Suddenly, all was quiet and still. Only the wind was rustling the leaves. I slowly stood up and began to walk home in shock, not sure exactly what had just happened. I crawled into bed and instantly fell into a deep sleep. I awoke suddenly sweating and gasping for air. I don’t know why, but I woke up screaming and clawing the air in front of me. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I decided to head down to the old abandoned barn past the creek to see if I could get some rest there. I woke up the next day and it was cloudy and kind of drizzling. I began to rummage around just to see what’s here. I saw a bucket and wanted to know what was inside it. I began to climb up the crates to the bucket. “Who are you?” yelled a voice. I screamed. “Oh-no! Shhhh! I’m sorry I scared you!” said the voice. “Who are you?” I said authoritatively trying to hide the tremble in my voice. “Look up; I’m the bucket you see. My name is Bill.” Said the voice. I saw two eyes looking down on me from the blue bucket. “I’m…I’m Squirt.” “Will you stay?” He asked. “If you want me to.” Just like Lyla had, he poured his heart out to me. I found out something strange, he loved Lyla. It turned out that they had been best friends until the “accident” where he was turned into a bucket without being able to talk and trapped here in this barn. I picked him up by his handle and said, ”You’re coming home with me.” He was happy. I made him a bed, and told him that I had a surprise for him in the morning. I was taking him to see Lyla. I woke up early and carried him while he was still sleeping. I saw Lyla and carefully woke Bill so he could see her. I picked her up and carried her to him. At first, they stared and then they totally freaked out and hugged. They sat and chatted while I watched. I didn’t notice, but Jay was sitting beside me. I don’t know how or why she got there. “What are they doing?” she asked. “Trading stories. They haven’t seen each other for a while.” I answered. We talked until the sun began to set, when she suddenly lay in my lap. I realized how pretty she was. Bill and Lyla were sitting at the crest of the hill leaning on each other. The sun set and the stars rose. We all slowly drifted to sleep. Everyone felt loved. The differences went unnoticed. So I guess being different is a good thing because there will always be someone who loves you. Never stop smiling, because you never know who’s falling for you. They might just like you, just because you are different. Shell Less
Different, was that what I was, or was I just plain whack? Did I belong here? If so, what was my purpose? You see, I’ve always been defined as… a little strange. My name is Squirt, Squirt the turtle. What’s so bad about being a turtle? Try being neon orange for a change. And there’s one tiny, tiny, tiny detail you should know before reading on; I have no shell. Imagine that. My real name is Tim. People call me Squirt because one day I was at school, it was m first day, and I desperately had to go to the bathroom. I had no idea where it was, before I could say anything Ms. Petunia was running down the hall sopping wet. I live in a forest in California, I THINK it’s in California, maybe, possibly, probably not, but that’s ok! My best, and only, friend is an adopted squirrel named Benny. He has a stub for a tail, weird right? You could see why we would be friends. There he is!
“Benny!” I yelled. We began to sprint towards each other, like bullets.
“Oh Squirt! I missed you so much!” Benny said with relief.
“Let’s go down to the creek and play for awhile!” I sputtered out in excitement. We began to happily trot down to the creek, trading stories of what had happened lately. You see, we had just hibernated so we had to catch up.
“Squirt? Benny?” a voice asked with curiosity.
“W-who’s there?” I replied slightly timid.
“It’s me, Jay,” the voice replied with more confidence. It couldn’t be, could it? Jay was the most popular, gorgeous, and smartest Blue Jay in school. Why would she want to talk to such a lowlife like me?
“Hey. What’s up?” I asked her.
“Are you guys going to the creek?” she asked while hesitantly approaching us.
“Um…Yea, do you want to come?”
“I’d love to!” she cried excitedly. The excitement almost jumping off her face.
“Ok, let’s go then.” We began to walk slowly, unsure if we were going to slow or to fast. The three of us walked in silence for awhile. Jay was the first one to break the silence.
“Are you guys ready for school to start” she asked obliviously.
“NO!” we said almost before the words were out of her mouth.
“Well I am, I can’t wait to see all my old friends again! I hope they are all in my class this year- and you guys too.” she said additively. She continued to busily chatter, telling us about her plans for the year. Me and Benny eventually lost interest and began to carry on our own conversation. Fifteen minutes later we finally arrived at the creek. We happily swam, laughed, splashed, and played for hours. We even found the old tire swing and swung on it into the creek.
“JJJAAAYYY!!!!!!” Boomed a frightening voice that echoed creepily through the suddenly silent forest. All three of us looked at each other immediately, we knew who it was. It was Jay’s father, Al, the king of the forest, the most frightening mountain lion in the world. Just the sound of his voice could inflict fear upon the mightiest of warriors. He hated Benny and me just because we were different. He thinks he’s the kindest man in the world for letting us and our families live here. We had one rule, we had to stay away from his family. If he found his precious “princess” playing with lowly scum like us, he would kill us. We could hear his powerful paws thundering across the ground coming towards us.
“RUN JAY!” we screamed in terror. She immediately soared into the sky majestically, barely having to even flap her wings. His footsteps had grown louder.
“Follow me Benny.” I said as if it were a mere statement. We began to sprint down the creek running to the familiar hiding spot, an old cave covered in moss. The ground shook, a thunderstorm had arrived. The rain began to pour down like a hoard of icy knives, freshly sharpened to a point. The lightning was blinding, striking with enough force to make the ground shudder. The thunder was ear splitting, the sound causing rocks to shatter and trees to jump. Fish were scrambling for safety; just so tremendous falling tree branches wouldn’t crush them. My feet were splashing through the icy cold water, and then hitting the cold hard rocks. I could see it, the orange old tree stump and the curtain of moss carefully guarding the secret entrance to the cave. I looked back to see Benny right beside me with terror in his eyes. I could hear Al right behind us, his damp, harsh, raspy breathe on our necks; his mighty paws thundering across the creek. I took one mighty leap onto the stump and pulled myself up with no struggle and ripped the moss away with terror. I turned around, but Benny was not there. Where was he? He was still running towards the stump, seeming slightly dazed.
“HURRY BENNY!” I screamed in terror, Al was RIGHT behind him. There was a blinding flash of light and a mighty thunder, time itself seemed to almost freeze, moving as slow as molasses. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Al’s mighty body, with his golden fur, rippling muscles, his face was the worst. His eyes were a murderous red, nothing could stop him, his teeth were the sharpest thing I’ve ever seen, just placing your finger beside his fangs would cut them. His powerful jaw with gleaming teeth opened wide enough to swallow a bear, reached forward and…and…and… swallowed Benny. He was gone in seconds; Al was still coming for me. His body slammed into the bank causing the ceiling to shake and loose bits of dirt to fall. He couldn’t fit into the hole where I was, I would rather be dead anyways. He paced furiously outside the cave murmuring to him about how to get in. I sat there in shock, wanting nothing more than for this to be a nightmare than reality. In hope of that I lay down and drifted into a restless sleep. When I woke, Al was still there. The only reason I could fit into the cave opening was because I did not have a shell. Maybe being different wasn’t so bad after all.
“Thank your lucky stars pathetic turtle, I will get you…” he let out a mighty roar and leaped into the air and was gone. The thunder slowly faded away and the rain slowly turned into a light drizzle. I finally came to my wits and got up and slowly walked home. My parents were out of town and had left me to myself, so at least they wouldn’t have to know about Benny for awhile. I was too traumatized to eat; I had just lost my best friend. I went upstairs to my room and drifted into a frightening dream. All I could see was Benny being gobbled up and eaten; the image constantly replayed itself in my head. I was unable to stop it.
The next morning I woke up and, go figure, it’s raining. I got myself dressed, fed, and ready. I walked outside and decided I was going to the meadow. Even though it was raining, I always found peace there. I walked swiftly and quietly. When I arrived there, it was beautiful. The flowers were sleeping, the clouds sandwiched the sky in between the horizon. The sun was just beginning to peek around the hill, turning the sky a luscious orange. I lay down in a soft patch of grass and began to drift to sleep. When I awoke, there was a daisy, a yellow daisy, who peered at me curiously, unsure if she should be afraid. I cocked my head curiously, wondering what she was doing. I said,
“Hello?”
“Uh!” she startled.
“It’s all right. I’m Squirt, What’s your name?”
“Uh…L-L-Lyla”, she stuttered.
“Why are you frightened?” I asked.
“Turtles scare me…but you’re a… a …”
“Turtle…” I finished her sentence. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She sprung out of the ground and began to run. I sat in shock for a moment, then jumped up, and took off after her.
“Stop, please!” I yelled. I began to gain on her and all of a sudden, I’m right behind her. I took a mighty leap and tackled her to the ground. She looked into my eyes and suddenly burst into tears. She told me everything! To sum it all up, she was terrified of turtles because they had devoured her family. We talked for hours. I hardly even noticed that the sun was slowly creeping across the sky and the air was becoming cooler.
“And then all of a sudden the mighty-“she began to gasp.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“The sun is almost gone!” she said with fear. Her petals began to close and her roots began to dig into the ground as she struggled to stop the natural function. Suddenly, all was quiet and still. Only the wind was rustling the leaves. I slowly stood up and began to walk home in shock, not sure exactly what had just happened.
I crawled into bed and instantly fell into a deep sleep. I awoke suddenly sweating and gasping for air. I don’t know why, but I woke up screaming and clawing the air in front of me. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I decided to head down to the old abandoned barn past the creek to see if I could get some rest there. I woke up the next day and it was cloudy and kind of drizzling. I began to rummage around just to see what’s here. I saw a bucket and wanted to know what was inside it. I began to climb up the crates to the bucket.
“Who are you?” yelled a voice. I screamed.
“Oh-no! Shhhh! I’m sorry I scared you!” said the voice.
“Who are you?” I said authoritatively trying to hide the tremble in my voice.
“Look up; I’m the bucket you see. My name is Bill.” Said the voice. I saw two eyes looking down on me from the blue bucket.
“I’m…I’m Squirt.”
“Will you stay?” He asked.
“If you want me to.” Just like Lyla had, he poured his heart out to me. I found out something strange, he loved Lyla. It turned out that they had been best friends until the “accident” where he was turned into a bucket without being able to talk and trapped here in this barn. I picked him up by his handle and said, ”You’re coming home with me.” He was happy. I made him a bed, and told him that I had a surprise for him in the morning. I was taking him to see Lyla. I woke up early and carried him while he was still sleeping. I saw Lyla and carefully woke Bill so he could see her. I picked her up and carried her to him. At first, they stared and then they totally freaked out and hugged. They sat and chatted while I watched. I didn’t notice, but Jay was sitting beside me. I don’t know how or why she got there.
“What are they doing?” she asked.
“Trading stories. They haven’t seen each other for a while.” I answered. We talked until the sun began to set, when she suddenly lay in my lap. I realized how pretty she was. Bill and Lyla were sitting at the crest of the hill leaning on each other. The sun set and the stars rose. We all slowly drifted to sleep. Everyone felt loved. The differences went unnoticed. So I guess being different is a good thing because there will always be someone who loves you. Never stop smiling, because you never know who’s falling for you. They might just like you,
just because you are different.

]]> By: Cade for Mr. E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-366 Cade for Mr. E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:47:56 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-366 The Climbing Adventure! In a giant tree that was a home to many squirrels lived Rascal. Being the smallest squirrel in the tree, Rascal faced many problems. The biggest problem was that Rascal could not climb! No one knew, not even Rascal himself, why he didn’t have the skill to climb. He simply didn’t have the inherited ability like the other squirrels. Though Rascal could not climb, he still helped by gathering food for the entire tree! Rascal was good at gathering and left everything at the base of the tree. The other squirrels merely had to carry the food to their nests. But, Rascal wanted to be like everyone else and know how to climb. So this is where our story begins. One day while Rascal was gathering food, the hound dog, Banjo started to chase him. It was a long chase and Rascal was desperate so he jumped into a human’s house! When he landed, Rascal was staring right into two big green eyes. The eyes belonged to the fat cat, Bart! Rascal was so scared that he didn’t even move! Bart then cocked one eye and said, “Why are you here?” Rascal managed to stutter his story to the cat, which didn’t even seem to care until Rascal mentioned Banjo. “Banjo, you say?” said the cat. Rascal then explained that Banjo had chased him and in order to outwit the dog, Rascal had gotten into the house. The cat relaxed and told that he and Banjo were rivals for the master’s attention and anyone who could outsmart Banjo brought joy to the old cat’s heart. Because of this, Bart and Rascal became good friends and this friendship helped Rascal’s dream come true! While Rascal was with the cat, he saw Bart jump up and climb a tree. Rascal was amazed and begged Bart to teach him how to climb. Bart agreed happily. After two long weeks of falls and hardcore training, Rascal finally learned how to climb! On Rascal’s last day of training with Bart, he heard an ear splitting scream, a scream he would know anywhere, Tawny’s scream! Tawny was the only squirrel that was a true friend to Rascal and had never teased him about his climbing disability. The thought of her being hurt scared him so much he leaped out the window and saw a horrific sight. Tawny was falling fast and hard from the top of the tree to the ground twenty feet below! Rascal, having no fear, jumped from the window and caught Tawny in mid air. For three seconds they were falling, but then Rascal grabbed a low hanging branch and climbed up while holding Tawny. When he helped her to a sturdy limb, all the other squirrels picked Rascal up and crowned him hero of the tree! Later, Rascal learned that the human’s little boy had hit Tawny with a slingshot and that was why she was falling. From then on Rascal was known as the squirrel hero and he spent the rest of his years climbing the tallest trees with the other squirrels. Cade Edwards 03/08/2010 Mr. English – 6th Period The Climbing Adventure!

In a giant tree that was a home to many squirrels lived Rascal. Being the smallest squirrel in the tree, Rascal faced many problems. The biggest problem was that Rascal could not climb! No one knew, not even Rascal himself, why he didn’t have the skill to climb. He simply didn’t have the inherited ability like the other squirrels. Though Rascal could not climb, he still helped by gathering food for the entire tree! Rascal was good at gathering and left everything at the base of the tree. The other squirrels merely had to carry the food to their nests. But, Rascal wanted to be like everyone else and know how to climb. So this is where our story begins.
One day while Rascal was gathering food, the hound dog, Banjo started to chase him. It was a long chase and Rascal was desperate so he jumped into a human’s house! When he landed, Rascal was staring right into two big green eyes. The eyes belonged to the fat cat, Bart! Rascal was so scared that he didn’t even move! Bart then cocked one eye and said, “Why are you here?” Rascal managed to stutter his story to the cat, which didn’t even seem to care until Rascal mentioned Banjo. “Banjo, you say?” said the cat. Rascal then explained that Banjo had chased him and in order to outwit the dog, Rascal had gotten into the house. The cat relaxed and told that he and Banjo were rivals for the master’s attention and anyone who could outsmart Banjo brought joy to the old cat’s heart. Because of this, Bart and Rascal became good friends and this friendship helped Rascal’s dream come true! While Rascal was with the cat, he saw Bart jump up and climb a tree. Rascal was amazed and begged Bart to teach him how to climb. Bart agreed happily. After two long weeks of falls and hardcore training, Rascal finally learned how to climb! On Rascal’s last day of training with Bart, he heard an ear splitting scream, a scream he would know anywhere, Tawny’s scream! Tawny was the only squirrel that was a true friend to Rascal and had never teased him about his climbing disability. The thought of her being hurt scared him so much he leaped out the window and saw a horrific sight. Tawny was falling fast and hard from the top of the tree to the ground twenty feet below! Rascal, having no fear, jumped from the window and caught Tawny in mid air. For three seconds they were falling, but then Rascal grabbed a low hanging branch and climbed up while holding Tawny. When he helped her to a sturdy limb, all the other squirrels picked Rascal up and crowned him hero of the tree! Later, Rascal learned that the human’s little boy had hit Tawny with a slingshot and that was why she was falling. From then on Rascal was known as the squirrel hero and he spent the rest of his years climbing the tallest trees with the other squirrels.

Cade Edwards
03/08/2010
Mr. English – 6th Period

]]> By: Alexandra for Mr.E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-365 Alexandra for Mr.E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:46:51 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-365 From: Slithering To: Hopping “Thissss is ssssstupid” Victoria hissed. “I can’t slither, I’m very short, I have a dot shaped like a smiley face, and I have ears like a cat. But I can’t slither, I’m a snake how can I not slither. Everyone in my family can, all accept me. It’s kind of like I’m odd ball out.” “Hey mom, can you take me to Jesse’s house, so we can study before school?” Victoria yelled from over by the pond. “Okay let me finish the laundry and I’ll take you” her mom, Theodora, replied. Then they were off to Jesse’s house where he was waiting patiently for Victoria. “How are you babe, was your morning great?” she said happily. “Yes, it was great now that you’re here” he said sweetly. “Well, let’s go and study for that quiz in Mr. English’s class, ok honey” Jesse said. Finally they quizzed each other and then afterward they headed off to school to take the quiz. But when they got there her teacher, Mr. English, was so mad that he was changing colors and his eyes were “hot” pink. “Where have you two been we’ve been waiting for hour” he scolded them. “I know we were study, but had to carry her” he wept. Okay get to your seats so we can take the quiz. The bell rung they left. But Mr. English told Victoria to stay behind and so that he could talk to her because he wanted to teach her how to hop around. She started to hop everywhere, so now she can get to class on time. From: Slithering To: Hopping

“Thissss is ssssstupid” Victoria hissed. “I can’t slither, I’m very short, I have a dot shaped like a smiley face, and I have ears like a cat. But I can’t slither, I’m a snake how can I not slither. Everyone in my family can, all accept me. It’s kind of like I’m odd ball out.”

“Hey mom, can you take me to Jesse’s house, so we can study before school?” Victoria yelled from over by the pond.

“Okay let me finish the laundry and I’ll take you” her mom, Theodora, replied. Then they were off to Jesse’s house where he was waiting patiently for Victoria.

“How are you babe, was your morning great?” she said happily.

“Yes, it was great now that you’re here” he said sweetly.

“Well, let’s go and study for that quiz in Mr. English’s class, ok honey” Jesse said. Finally they quizzed each other and then afterward they headed off to school to take the quiz. But when they got there her teacher, Mr. English, was so mad that he was changing colors and his eyes were “hot” pink.

“Where have you two been we’ve been waiting for hour” he scolded them.

“I know we were study, but had to carry her” he wept.

Okay get to your seats so we can take the quiz. The bell rung they left. But Mr. English told Victoria to stay behind and so that he could talk to her because he wanted to teach her how to hop around. She started to hop everywhere, so now she can get to class on time.

]]> By: Jessenia for Mr.E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-364 Jessenia for Mr.E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:44:51 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-364 The Life of Henry the Hippo Hi, I’m Henry the hippo. I always get land sick. I very much dislike meat. I’m four foot 13 and one half. I’m green like the leaves on the trees, extremely skinny, and my head is too big for my body. Other animals are always saying, “Hey you Hippo, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so weird?” For example, Peter the Penguin told me he would take my mother and I to a fancy dinner, and he tricked me by putting bacon in my cabbage stew, when he knows I don’t like meat. My mom, Sally the Salamander, is seven foot 34 inches long. Her tail is 14 inches long itself. Her eyes also bug out of her head. That’s where I get the head thing from. She’s always saying mom stuff like. “No honey, you look fine!” When I know what I’m wearing is so last season! “Mom, you’re doing it again!” Complained Henry “I’m sorry Honey; I’m just tailoring a little.” Said Sally The reason we’re getting dressed up all fancy is that… My mom’s getting married to Peter the Penguin! How is this going to work? Why is she marrying him? He’s so annoying! Now he’s going to be my step-Daddy! Never! This is going to lead to DISASTA! How am I going to do this? I guess I’ll just have to deal with it. Today, Patches is still the same old GROSE throwing up Patches. Mom, Sally the Salamander, is extremely happy. Me? Well, I don’t have a choice. I have to live with it! Peter became more friendly, loyal, and caring. So now, we have a nice, big, enjoyable family we’ve always wanted. Well, almost enjoyable. So remember, no matter how fat, tall, skinny, or short you are, all that matters is what’s on the inside, the people you care about, and the people that care about you. The Life of Henry the Hippo

Hi, I’m Henry the hippo. I always get land sick. I very much dislike meat. I’m four foot 13 and one half. I’m green like the leaves on the trees, extremely skinny, and my head is too big for my body. Other animals are always saying,
“Hey you Hippo, what’s wrong with you?
Why are you so weird?” For example, Peter the Penguin told me he would take my mother and I to a fancy dinner, and he tricked me by putting bacon in my cabbage stew, when he knows I don’t like meat.
My mom, Sally the Salamander, is seven foot 34 inches long. Her tail is 14 inches long itself. Her eyes also bug out of her head. That’s where I get the head thing from. She’s always saying mom stuff like.
“No honey, you look fine!” When I know what I’m wearing is so last season!
“Mom, you’re doing it again!” Complained Henry
“I’m sorry Honey; I’m just tailoring a little.” Said Sally
The reason we’re getting dressed up all fancy is that… My mom’s getting married to Peter the Penguin! How is this going to work? Why is she marrying him? He’s so annoying! Now he’s going to be my step-Daddy! Never! This is going to lead to DISASTA! How am I going to do this? I guess I’ll just have to deal with it.

Today, Patches is still the same old GROSE throwing up Patches.
Mom, Sally the Salamander, is extremely happy. Me? Well, I don’t have a choice. I have to live with it!
Peter became more friendly, loyal, and caring. So now, we have a nice, big, enjoyable family we’ve always wanted. Well, almost enjoyable.
So remember, no matter how fat, tall, skinny, or short you are, all that matters is what’s on the inside, the people you care about, and the people that care about you.

]]> By: Cosette for Mr.E http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/comment-page-1/#comment-363 Cosette for Mr.E Tue, 09 Mar 2010 18:42:21 +0000 http://writingfix1.edublogs.org/2008/02/12/silly-animal-problems-prompt/#comment-363 Patches’ Problem “Plehhhhgt!” Once again throws up on the wall. Every time she has a piece of fish, Patches throws up. She meows when she is about to puke. When she was done in one spot, she moves to another. The lesson for this story is: when you are allergic to something, don’t eat it again Early in the morning, Patches woke up feeling weird. She said to her mother,” Momma, I feel weird. My stomach and throat hurt.” Ali said to her daughter,” You’ll be alright. Here, eat some fish.” Patches chomps down on her raw fish. All of a sudden, patches shoots puke across the room! “Don’t move Patches! I’d rather only clean one spot!” screams Ali. Instead, Patches starts to move anyway. Ali leaps and holds her down. “Mom…..ma…” Patches chokes out. “It’s ok. Just go and sleep. I guess the fish ate something bad and then you ate the fish.” Ali says soothingly. Patches goes into a deep slumber. The next day, Patches threw up 3 times. “All right!” Exclaimed Ali. “You’re going to see Dr. Chip!” Patches wailed, No! He’ll hurt me by hitting me on my leg!” Patches started running around the den. Ali calmed her, “We are not going now!” “Oh. Are we doing something else?” “Yes. We are going to Queen Heather’s naming ceremony.” Patches looked at her mother in wonderment with her big, green eyes.” Really? I want to be queen one day!!” Patches justified. “We have to go now Patches. I don’t want to be late.” On the way to the ceremony, Patches got a thorn stuck in her black, white, and orange pelt. “Oww!! Not so hard mom!” squealed Patches. “Sorry dear. It was stuck fast.” Then they continued to trek on. “Finally! Mom, who is that feline with stripes as black as the midnight sky?” “That’s Heather. She will be queen tonight and reign is over.” Explained Ali.” Now be quite. It’s starting!” Roaring started booming through the air. ”Wow!” Patches’ big eyes stretching wide. “Today, we are here to celebrate Princess Heather Tiger….” “Mom” Patches wailed “I’m gonna puke…” But it was too late. “Puuuhhoeyy!” Patches’ puke went flying! “ROARRR!” yelped Heather.” My pelt! Who has done this?” she cried. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Ali cried. “It was you who has done this?” “No. It was my daughter, Patches.” “Follow me then.” ordered Heather. Patches and Ali followed her through the thick forest. “Patches! We are going to see Dr. Chip’s today!” “Why don’t we just go to Mt.Couso to get the Mystical Flower of Healing?” squeaked Patches. “We have to see the doctor first!” explained Ali. With that, they headed off to visit Dr. Chip the lion. When they got there, Dr. Chip gave Patches a sucker to examine how she swallows. “It seems” Dr. Chip said in a matter-of-fact way,” you are allergic to fish.” “Thank you doctor!!” exclaimed Patches. All of a sudden, Patches puked! “Plehhhhh!” all over Dr. Chip! “I guess I’ll see you later..” Dr. Chip said in a disgusted way. “Yes. I’m so sorry!” cried Ali. “So I guess you are still sick.” Said Queen Heather. “Yeah. Unfortunately…..” Patches complained. “Be safe and be good!” Ali yelled. So Patches and Heather trekked on to Mt.Couso. “We have to climb ALL the way up there?!” exclaimed Patches. Heather said, “I have a faster way of getting up there.” The pair walked a little ways. “A monkey?” “Why? What’s wrong?....never mind. Just hop on the back!” The monkey carried the two all the way up the mountain. “Eat it.” Heather ordered when the arrived at the top. Patches hesitated. “Ok.” She gulped the plant down. “Ok, good. Now we leave.” Heather finished. “Pleck!” was the final puke. “Yes. Let’s go home.” The two animals made their way down the mountain with their problem left behind. Patches’ Problem
“Plehhhhgt!” Once again throws up on the wall. Every time she has a piece of fish, Patches throws up. She meows when she is about to puke. When she was done in one spot, she moves to another. The lesson for this story is: when you are allergic to something, don’t eat it again
Early in the morning, Patches woke up feeling weird. She said to her mother,” Momma, I feel weird. My stomach and throat hurt.”
Ali said to her daughter,” You’ll be alright. Here, eat some fish.”
Patches chomps down on her raw fish. All of a sudden, patches shoots puke across the room! “Don’t move Patches! I’d rather only clean one spot!” screams Ali. Instead, Patches starts to move anyway. Ali leaps and holds her down. “Mom…..ma…” Patches chokes out.
“It’s ok. Just go and sleep. I guess the fish ate something bad and then you ate the fish.” Ali says soothingly. Patches goes into a deep slumber.
The next day, Patches threw up 3 times. “All right!” Exclaimed Ali. “You’re going to see Dr. Chip!”
Patches wailed, No! He’ll hurt me by hitting me on my leg!” Patches started running around the den. Ali calmed her, “We are not going now!”
“Oh. Are we doing something else?”
“Yes. We are going to Queen Heather’s naming ceremony.” Patches looked at her mother in wonderment with her big, green eyes.” Really? I want to be queen one day!!” Patches justified.
“We have to go now Patches. I don’t want to be late.”
On the way to the ceremony, Patches got a thorn stuck in her black, white, and orange pelt. “Oww!! Not so hard mom!” squealed Patches.
“Sorry dear. It was stuck fast.” Then they continued to trek on. “Finally! Mom, who is that feline with stripes as black as the midnight sky?”
“That’s Heather. She will be queen tonight and reign is over.” Explained Ali.” Now be quite. It’s starting!”
Roaring started booming through the air. ”Wow!” Patches’ big eyes stretching wide.
“Today, we are here to celebrate Princess Heather Tiger….”
“Mom” Patches wailed “I’m gonna puke…” But it was too late. “Puuuhhoeyy!” Patches’ puke went flying!
“ROARRR!” yelped Heather.” My pelt! Who has done this?” she cried.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Ali cried.
“It was you who has done this?”
“No. It was my daughter, Patches.”
“Follow me then.” ordered Heather.
Patches and Ali followed her through the thick forest.
“Patches! We are going to see Dr. Chip’s today!”
“Why don’t we just go to Mt.Couso to get the Mystical Flower of Healing?” squeaked Patches.
“We have to see the doctor first!” explained Ali. With that, they headed off to visit Dr. Chip the lion.
When they got there, Dr. Chip gave Patches a sucker to examine how she swallows. “It seems” Dr. Chip said in a matter-of-fact way,” you are allergic to fish.”
“Thank you doctor!!” exclaimed Patches. All of a sudden, Patches puked! “Plehhhhh!” all over Dr. Chip!
“I guess I’ll see you later..” Dr. Chip said in a disgusted way.
“Yes. I’m so sorry!” cried Ali.
“So I guess you are still sick.” Said Queen Heather.
“Yeah. Unfortunately…..” Patches complained.
“Be safe and be good!” Ali yelled.
So Patches and Heather trekked on to Mt.Couso.
“We have to climb ALL the way up there?!” exclaimed Patches.
Heather said, “I have a faster way of getting up there.”
The pair walked a little ways.
“A monkey?”
“Why? What’s wrong?….never mind. Just hop on the back!”
The monkey carried the two all the way up the mountain.
“Eat it.” Heather ordered when the arrived at the top.
Patches hesitated. “Ok.” She gulped the plant down.
“Ok, good. Now we leave.” Heather finished.
“Pleck!” was the final puke. “Yes. Let’s go home.”
The two animals made their way down the mountain with their problem left behind.

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