Catherine

Red Ball, Gray City

Pop! Pop! Pop! Red, rubber balls came out of the assembler machine. One slid off the conveyor belt to the packaging area and rolled into some icky rubber goo. The ball got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until the factory burst into shards! It picked up speed as it rolled down the hill towards Indianapolis. The ball hit a rock and went flying. Ka-chunk! It landed on top of an office building, fell off, and kept going. Crunch! It flattened some cars. People started screaming, dashing for cover, trying to get out of the way. It started to pinball from one building to another. By now, the ball would have three million points! Would anything stop it? Light posts started creaking, bending over, grocery bags ripped out of hands, leaving destruction in its wake. A boy was happily licking his chocolate ice cream, when suddenly, it came speeding by, and his ice cream fell on the ground. The ball hit another rock. Bam! Chunks of cement went flying and left a big dent. There was a large river three football fields away. Two football fields. One football field. Splash! The ball landed in the river and floated downstream. “Well, that’s the end of that,” an old man said.

Cassie the Cat

Cassie the Cat was brown, white, and black with short hair. She loved to eat strawberries and blueberries, but loved to sleep most of all. That was her problem; she was very lazy. Daisy dog tried to start up a conversation, but all Cassie did was open one sleepy eye, and close it again. Daisy barked and barked, but Cassie continued to lay in the sunlight. Daisy did every thing she could think of to get Cassie up, but it doesn’t work. Daisy sat down in a huff. “Lazy cat,” she thought. When came noon, Cassie’s master gave Cassie her food, told her that lunch was ready, and went off to do something else. She came 40 minutes later to find that Cassie had not eaten a thing. She called the vet, soon the vet came to a conclusion that Cassie was just plain lazy. The master tried everything she could to get Cassie moving. But, nothing worked. She started looking for help on the Internet. Whilst all this was going on, Hannah Hamster was watching. Knowing that Cassie liked blueberries and strawberries, she got an idea. The next day, Hannah somehow laid out a trail of blueberries and strawberries for Cassie to eat. Cassie eagerly ate the trail. Hannah was proud of herself for havinga great idea. But, that only lasted as long as the blueberries and stawberries. That night, a burgular came in. He soon tripped over some cords and became hopelessly entangled. The next morning, the owner called the police and had the crook turned in. Cassie soon became widely known. "I suppose lazy is good sometimes," Hannah said.

Yes, that’s me

Yes, that’s me Look and you’ll see My hair: frizzy corkscrew curls My eyes are very searching My arms are a reaching comfort My hands are as gentle as petals My heart is as a yearning baby tiger I’m always brave I never back down on my beliefs My friends look up to me I live on the dangerous side of life I hope to be living on the edge I dream to be free and wild It’s all clear as can be. That’s positively, absolutely me

Why the Pauper Couldn’t Stop Sneezing

A pauper entered a field to get some food because he was too poor to get any at the market. Upon entry, he started sneezing. While he was sneezing, he thought of all the reasons for him to sneeze. He tried everything he could think of to stop sneezing. But to no avail, nothing worked. So he waited for someone to pass by with some advice. A few minutes later, an average person saw the pauper sneezing and was curious. He asked “Why are you sneezing?” “I don’t -ACHOO!- know,” the pauper called back. “Are you allergic to anything?” the average person asked. As far as -ACHOO!- I know ACHOO!- nothing,” the pauper said. With nothing answered, the average person left. Five minutes later, a witch entered the field. “Aha,” the witch said, ”I can give you a spell so you can stop sneezing” the witch offered. “No thank you -ACHOO!- I don’t want to -ACHOO!- turn into a toad,” the pauper said. “Fine, have it your way,” the witch said. Again, with nothing answered, the witch left. Several minutes later, a prince entered the field. “Have you any idea why you are sneezing?” the prince asked. “No -ACHOO!- I don’t,” the pauper admitted. “Maybe it’s the pollen. It’s that time of year again,” said the prince. “I’m not sure -ACHOO!- but I’ll try it,” said the unsure pauper. Upon saying this, the prince left. The pauper took the prince’s advice and left the field. As he exited the field, he stopped sneezing. He was very happy.