One day, on vacation, I was lounging with my buds, Charley and Robert, as part of the famous Lake Erie. We had only been there for a month, and already had gone through the digestive system of 12 fish, 3 turtles, and some algae. By the way my name is Bill, and I am 55 billion years old, older than earth. I have been through 57 baryonyx dino digestions. I tried to keep track of every animal I have ever been through, but that is one of the few I remember.
Anyways, we were riding turtle back when we heard the sun’s voice, muttering the magical words that had summoned us so many times before.
“Evaporate, evaporate, evaporate,” it called. We tried to get deep enough to avoid it, but it was, too late. We could feel ourselves rising towards the surface, and once we got there, our bodies began to fall apart, which was not at all an alarming process because it had happened so many times before. Long ago, we droplets figured out that this is what the sun wanted. We decided to call this process evaporation.
As we continued to rise, we started going faster and faster, until it was like a roller coaster, shooting us towards the sky. When we got about halfway there, we began slowing down again. In about five minutes, we had made it there and were collecting our parts. Then, as everyone else was, we three joined together. Then Robert, the legs, began jumping us up and down. I was the arms, and Charley was the head. With us and everyone else jumping at the shell of the cloud-egg, it began to crack.
It cracked. Because of the force, the sun let out an appreciative ray, and the quick flash of light covered us all. CRASH! We hit the ground, splitting into our individual selves. Then we all ran towards the nearest crowd (pond). Because of a young Spanish droplet, called Jorge, because of his shouts of
“Let’s run off! Let’s run off!”, we called this surge of movement runoff. Luckily, we practically landed on the shore of Lake Erie.
Something like this happened every time the sun’s magical words called us into the sky. Right now, most of the ones that had flown, including us, were pushing their way to the bottom to rest. It had been one Erie vacation. Ha ha ha!
I’m really excited. Today I’m going to my friend Mikayla’s house. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to see her, and I just can’t wait! I get into the car and buckle up. I then have to wait a full five minutes for my dad to finish going to the bathroom. He always takes forever when doing #2. I’m beginning to get impatient with him. My sister saves me with crackers. When he finally comes out he looks like he’s going to the beach. On the way there, he plays country roads. When we get there, he says, Here’s your stop. Have fun!
I gasp when I get inside. It is most splendiferous (a word I made up). There are vines hanging from the ceiling. Hanging from the vines were several carefully constructed robot monkeys, fluff for fur, ranging in color depending on the kind of monkey it was. There were little robo hedgehogs on the floor, which was covered in a sort of extremely soft sort of grass. And although there were many more animals, I found that when I laid down on the soft grass, I saw little switches on the bellies, meaning they were all robots. Then Mikayla came in and saw me, laying there gaping. She grinned. “Gotcha!!!” she says. I sigh. “Like my new home?” she asked.
“You betcha,” I said.
“Here, come to my room,” she said.
“Voila,” she said, throwing open a window.
“This is your room?” I asked. We were in a skinny hallway with an open window.
“No. But stick your head out the window and you’ll see.”
So I did. I stuck my head out the window and gasp again. The door at the end of the hallway stuck into a tree. “Whoa. That’s totally amazing,” I say, pulling my head back through the window.
“I know, right! Now let’s go in,” she said. So we did. When I saw how many pokemon she had, I immediately said,
“Whatever,” she said.
That day, I got a Heracross EX, a Blastoise, a Victini, a Oshoat, and a Snorlax. We pretended we were Pokemon. We (sigh) scared away annoying big brothers and little sisters. We ran through the woods and climbed in a treestand. We sneaked snacks, saw snakes, slipped on sticks, and scraped sycamores. Oh, and we watched Kooper chase squirrels.
I was disappointed when my Dad came back, but he had to go through the whole house to find me, and Mikayla and I both laughed at his awed expression and said: “Gotcha!!!”
Before we start, almost all information from this website. The rest is probably made up. By Summer and Mae.
Sergeant Stubby is a mix of a Boston Round Head, American Bull Terrier, and a Boston Bull Terrier. He was born on July 21st 1916. Stubby was found while wandering the campus Yale University in Connecticut while the 102nd Infantry was training. The puppy stayed with them as they drilled, he learned bugle calls, drills, (like intruder drills and stuff) and even how to salute! One soldier, Corporal Robert Conroy, who before worked at a bakery called Sweets By Summer became fond of little Stubby.
When it came time for the soldiers to sail away, Robert hid Stubby on board the troop ship. As they were getting off the ship, he hid Stubby in his coat without notice. Only his best friend, James Salsa, asked why he was bending over so weirdly. So he told him what he was doing and that he better not tell Captain Coo-Koo. James agreed. Once they got off the ship, Stubby fell from Robert’s coat for everyone to see. Oops. But when Stubby did his cutie salute, everybody wanted him to join the United States Army, even Captain Coo-Koo!
A couple of days passed and it was almost time for World War l. They all got trained hard and well, including Stubby. When the war started, Stubby marched around like a trained soldier, and that’s what he became. In Stubby’s whole career, he served for 18 months, 4 offensives, and 17 battles. At the end of his third battle, he gained the name Sergeant Stubby.
When Sergeant Stubby came home, he became a celebrity, and marched in and normally led many parades all over the country. He also met many presidents like Calvin Coolidge, Warren G. Harding, and Woodrow Wilson. And then in 1921 General John J. Pershing presented Sergeant Stubby a gold medal from the Humane Education Society, which was the subject of a famous photograph. And then again in 1921, he became the Georgetown Hoyas’ team mascot. His job would be to get a football at halftime and nudge it around the field as an amusement to the audience.
Unfortunately, Sergeant Stubby died in 1926 while sleeping. After his death, he was preserved with his skin mounted on a plaster cast, and presented to the Smithsonian in 1956.
Thank-you for your service Sergeant Stubby! 😉
El Capitan is one of the amazing sights in Yosemite National Park.El Capitan is a beautiful rock formation. El Capitan is spanish for “The Captain”. The formation was named El Capitan by the Mariposa Battalion when it explored the valley in 1851. El Capitan was once considered impossible to climb. But, it’s not. El Capitan rises above the ground at over 3,000 feet!
Why Should You Visit El Capitan? The summit of the El Capitan can be reached by walking out of Yosemite Valley on the path next to Yosemite Falls, then going west. If you are going to climb it, the challenge is to climb up the granite face. The Nose is one of the original climbing routes up El Capitan. If you get to the top of El Capitan, you have a good chance of spotting some Peregrine Falcons. But if you don’t want to climb it, you could still have a lovely picnic at the bottom. El Capitan is completely amazing, beautiful, and awesome!
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I think the gila monster is much more awesome than the american alligator, even though it’s smaller.
The gila monster will usually eat only five to ten times each year. When they do eat, they have very large meals in comparison to its size. They will eat eggs, birds, rats, and even rattlesnakes! They kill their prey with venom. Have you ever heard of an alligator who does that?
Alligators are large, swimming reptiles. They can grow up to 10 feet long. They share the rivers with hippos. They eat fish, and land animals. This all may be awesome, but not as awesome as the facts about gila monsters.
Gila monsters are endangered species. They live in the Sonoran desert. It is exceptionally hot. Most of the time they avoid sunbathing, and stick to shade bathing.
Do you agree that gila monsters are cooler yet? If you don’t, that’s ok. It’s only an opinion
Cirrus clouds are extremely cold because they are made up of tiny ice crystals. They are also 10 miles above ground. They are skinny and looks like a silky web. They can travel up to 200 mph!
Cumulus clouds are puffy. They look like cauliflower. They are 3d. They look like piles of snow, cotton, and vanilla ice cream.
Stratus clouds look like a big, thick, gray blanket. You can not see through them. Sometimes they will let out drizzle. Other times they will let out snow.
Cumulonimbus clouds are very big. They cause storms. Lightning and thunder comes out. Occasionally they will cause a tornado. They look like dirt and dust.
One of the words in Column A belongs in Column B. Which one?
Can you guess the word? If you think you have it, leave it in a comment!
Luke Howard was born in London, England
Mr. Howard liked to study the clouds
But, His dad didn’t want him to be lazy
So then he worked in a chemical shop
For a long, long, long, long, long, long while
Then joined a club that talked about science
He gave the clouds names on a short report
Cirrus, Cumulus, Stratus, and some more
Everyone thought he was brilliant, sure
But there were still many competitors
And they changed the names a lot, quite sadly
So now we know more than he named
Howard had named seven cloud types that day
But now there is ten, in the modern time
By Summer S. and Mae B.
A long time ago, before The Three Little Pigs story was invented, there was a different story, an experience. I know that I am blowing your mind about the other story, but this “other story” is a story about what really happened.
Once upon a… oh, skip that part. You know it already. One day, in a cottage in the woods three little wolves were born. The one was clueless. Another was very funny. The third one was very intelligent. They all had their own personalities. They were all very different.
But one day their tiny little cottage began to get too tight. The little wolves were now full grown wolves. So the intelligent one decided that they should build their own houses. So they had a meeting about the dangers and benefits of having their own houses.
They talked about everything at the meeting except the Mean Mad Pig. The Mean Mad Pig is the most horrendous thing that you would ever see, if you ever see it. The pig barely ever came out of its cave.
The three little wolves were once the happiest living creatures on the face of the planet, until the day of doom. It was sunny afternoon on the day that they have finished building their houses. They also built back-up houses in case of emergency. That was surprisingly the funny wolf’s idea.
The clueless wolf’s houses were made of clouds, so they were just made of thin, see-through, weak fog. The funny wolf’s houses were made of teeth and rocks that she had collected over time. And the intelligent pig made his houses out of indestructible, invisible glass.
Once they were all settled in their houses, they started to hear faint footsteps in the distance. Those footsteps then thundered into enormous, loud footsteps that shook the houses. The wolves were as frightened as ever. They started howling and screaming, but nothing seemed to scare of the monster before them. The intelligent wolf then recognized the dark figure as the Mean Mad Pig.
When the Mean Mad Pig was only 3 feet away from the house built with clouds that poorly hid the clueless wolf. With one swift swing of the tail, the Mean Mad Pig hit that house right down and the clouds rose back up to the sky. He did the same for that one back-up house once he noticed it. The clueless wolf had no idea what to do, until the funny wolf screamed for him to come into his flower house. The screaming gave away their hiding spots.
The Mean Mad Pig then fiercely walked over to the teeth houses and swung his tail and hit them both down. He got quite a bit scraped then, and he snorted with fury. The only houses standing were the glass houses. The funny wolf dragged the clueless wolf across the valley and into the back-up house made of indestructible glass. The Mean Mad Pig was very confused. He thought that the 3 wolves were just standing there, unprotected. The Mean Mad Pig didn’t know that they were standing inside invisible glass. So he tried swinging his tail and hitting the invisible houses, but it didn’t work. Instead, he had hurt his tail so much that he started to sprint back into the distance, wailing in a melancholy tone. For the rest of the day the three little wolves lived as happy as can be.
But the next day, the pig came back, not looking mean, not looking mad, just sad. The clueless and funny wolves both fainted, but the intelligent one took courage and spoke to the pig.
“Excuse me, Mr. M.M. Pig. Why are you looking so depressed?”
“I don’t have any friends, and when I attacked you yesterday I realised that being abominable doesn’t get me any,” he said. “Will you be my friend?” The wolf hesitated. Was the pig being truthful, or was this a sly scheme? But when the wolf looked into the pig’s eyes, he saw a mixture of sadness and hopefulness.
“Of course I will,” said thy brainy wolfiness. Then he woke up is “dead” siblings, as the funny one called it.
by Summer S. and by Mae B.