The reindeer just didn’t know what to do, but he did it he didn’t know what to do because santa didn’t need him anymore because they were fighting and arguing. So the reindeer was going crazy, he didn’t eat all he did was go out side with a house coat and a silly houseshoes that didn’t really fit him. So he flew back to the north pole asking santa can he work for him. I won’t be crazy anymore. Then why you still have on the house coat. So the reindeer took the house coat off. So santa said all right then they were back friend again.
Hello my name is Ryan and this morning when I was eating my cereal I turned my back and when I turned back all my cereal was all over the table. As you already know my name is Ryan but what I really need help with is to find out who dumped my cereal all over the table! Do you think you can help? Well than. Lets get to work. Here’s what I know. I woke up this morning very hungry so I went in the kitchen and asked for breakfast My dad said how about cheerios I pointed (that means O.K.) as my dad poured the milk he said mm good eats, My sister Riley asked me for a tiny bite, and my brother Chase well he can’t talk so I guess he can’t be the bandit. My mom loves cheerios. Maybe it was her? But I can’t say it was first, need all the information!
Once there was a family who’s having Thanksgiving. The boy’s name is John, his mother’s name is Jenny, and his aunties and his uncle’s names are Jack and Dorthy. Before they ate John made a Thanksgiving toast. Everybody says are you sure about this. He says yes I am. Jack the uncle said, this is a wonderful thing to do. Dorthy his auntie is waiting for the food, but she doesn’t want to toast. He toast anyway. This is what he said I love all of you and I wish you a very happy Thanksgiving.
When I was six may mom got me two tadpoles. One of them died I was very sad a lat of weeks later the other one died. Then my mom got me two more tadpoles and they died. Then she got me one more. But one day it flipped and laded on a sharp thing and it was bleeding. The next day it was dead I was very very very very very very very very very very very very sad. The End.
TA: Thank you for your help getting us out of the mountain!
NT: I used our sword to get us out of the mountain.
TA: Let’s go home! And eat some carrots, because they are good for your eyes. Also sausages.
NT: Yes! I like carrots and sausages as well.
TA: Mmmmm! That was good!
(they go to bed, because it’s nighttime)
NT & TA: Let’s watch TV!
(They watch Ninja Turtle cartoons and That’s So Raven)
TA: let’s cut the lights off and go to sleep.
(They wake up and go to play in the snow)
NT: This is fun!
TA: This is cold!
NT: Let’s go inside to warm up by the chimney.
TA: That’s a good idea, but I still want to play outside with my toys.
I am poop.
I see a toliet.
I fear of going down the toliet.
I hope I do not go down the toliet.
I am poop.
I am brown.
I think I will go down the toliet.
I cry for going down the toliet.
I touch water.
I am big and some time I am little,
I am one of the smelliest things in the world.
I try not to go down the toliet.
I pretend to be a log.
I say I am a log.
I am lonely.
By Jennifer C., 4th Grade, Columbia Explorers Academy
That's Weird, Grandma
Once upon a time there was a soft stuntman he was not like any other stuntmen he was soft hearted and all the other stuntmen where cold hearted and were very very mean and he was very very very nice. The end
Smarty Pants: Why are you always picking on me?
Saquan: Because you always wear the same pants and they be over your stomach.
Smarty Pants: These are my favorite jeans and besides I don’t have no other jeans.
Saquan: Well, just tell your mom to buy you clean and better jeans. And I am going to head home
Smarty Pants: OK Let’s go home and buy some fresher pants.
Saquan: and make sure they do not be over your stomach.
By Bria T., South Loop School
That's Weird, Grandma
This picture reminds me of my granny going shopping for hats Trying on all kinds of hat and talking all day will she ever go clothes shopping she was waste all her time and do not get a hat or her best friend. Why dose she like the hat. I think they all are crazy. She will learn to stop getting hat. This is an old people thing you do not know what I have to do.
“Let the competition begin,” boomed the announcer, as I quickly started planning out my ice sculpture. Scrape, scrape, scrape, went my carving tool as I knocked away ice. This was the regular carving routine. We were at the 2000 year end ice sculpting contest in Alaska.
Nobody would think of such a wonderful sculpture as a fish sculpture.
“Hey Jimmy,” a voice shouted, how you doing?
It was Walter, who, in my opinion, was the peskiest sculptor in the world. He was tying his shoelace at the moment, hands shivering even though they were in thick winter sculpting gloves. As were mine, but they were not shivering as Walter’s were. Poor fellow, he must be freezing to death, I thought.
“I’m alright, Walter, how are you?” I replied
Two hours and fifty-three minutes had passed and seven minutes remained in the contest’s first day. Luckily there would be two more days left to win and take home the prize money of $5000.
I was just finishing the last touches of my enormous fish gleaming in the Alaska sunlight. It had icy scales cut into both sides of the fish and bulging eyes popping out of the head. It had a carved mouth with a small rounded tongue pointing outward. Also, there were swift lines running down the fins alongside, above, and behind the statue.
When I came back from the bathroom, the worst happened. With twenty seconds to go before the day ended, my beautiful right fin crumbled to the ground as I tried to finish up my project by chiseling away some excess ice around the fin. I sank to my knees with my face in my hands
“oh no, no,no,no,” I yelled at myself as time expired, “What, what, what I am going to do?”
As the judges came around, they gave my statue quick glances and looked back at their notebooks and scribbled furiously. A judge would say, “Look at theis great masterpiece.” And heis neighboring judge would comment, “It’s fin is broken though.’
Finally, after about forty-five minutes, the judges came back to give the results.
“And now a the end of the first of three days in this contest in which the top four sculptors in America are competing, I will give you today’s scores,” said a judge; “in fourth place is Len with three points for originality, four points for design, and four points for beauty, and eleven total points. IN third place is Jimmy with five points for originality, five points for design, and three points for beauty, ‘ I shook my head in disappointment, “and a total of thirteen points. In second place is Fredrick. He has four for originality, five for design, and five for beauty. In first place is Walter who had a perfect score, five, five, and another five”
At home I was snug in my bed, but my mind was not as comfortable. “I know there is a perfect explanation for this but I haven’t broken a sculpture in eight years,” I
said out loud. I really didn’t think it was a n accident. At least I had two more days to prove myself America’s best ice sculptor.
In the morning I dressed hastily and collected my tools into a bag. When I got the place where we sculpted, I realized I was a bit late so I got straight to my sculpting spot. The competition started almost immediately after I came. I had been so tired the night before and I was rushed this morning so I hadn’t had time to think of what I was going to create. Two minutes wen by, four minutes, six minutes, eight minutes, and I still hadn’t picked something to sculpt. The others were chiseling away on their massive ice cubes, making cracking noises. Then I had it, I would sculpt Alaska.
Two and half hours later I was coming to the end of my sculpture. When you looked at the sculpture I was unmistakable. Alaska. It had polar bears, seals, Arctic wolves too. There were animals all over the state, carved grandly into the ice. This time the judges loved my masterpiece and even thought they never said a word, you could tell by the delight on their faces when they passed the sculpture. I was awarded five points each for originality, design, and beauty and a total of twenty-eight point over two days. Best of all I was in first place now. Walter was close behind me with twenty-seven points and you could tell he wasn’t happy about it.
That evening while I was watching TV. the door bell rang and a short man stepped into the house. It was Walter. He dropped to his knees and asked for mercy.
“it was me, I did it.”
“What?” I questioned.
“On the first day I threw an ice ball a the fin and made it look like you did it” Said Walter. “I knew you were a better sculptor but I wanted to win so I did it. Now I feel so bad. If you don’t snitch on me I’ll let you win the contest. I will compete in the contest but I will make sure not to win because of my bad actions”
I said “O.K. and he left me. I knew that I wasn’t going to tell the judges about him but he would still have to pay the price of cheating. Bu the end of the day I had made up my mind that I would try my hardest during the last day of the contest to beat Walter.
On the third day of the contest I was putting together Zeus the might god. Walter was making a Roman soldier. We were battling.
I was going to put Zeus’s arms apart with his huge spear in hand.l I was working furiously because I didn’t want Walter to defeat me. Also I had to work extra hard because I need to make up for my first day’s loss. The contest came to what seemed like a quick end.
“In fourth place is Walter with a total of thirty- eight points. IN second place are Fredrick and Len, both with forty-one points and in first place is Jimmy with forty three total points. Congratulations, Jimmy,” said a judge.
I was very happy for myself and I even brought home the $5000 in spite of my handicap on the first day, “I hope I’ll be back for the contest next year.”