My Brain by Davi


In Language Arts class, we made a figurative picture of our brain. One of the other things we did in Language Arts class was write stories. Technically, we had a choice between writing a story or writing sentences with our Vocabulary words, but I chose to write stories. Here are two stories that I wrote.

It was another calm day at Equestrian Farm and Track. Avery Apple was catching up on the latest Saw movies when he heard a scream. A monolith had fallen on Old Bob Banana, pinning the nadir of his peel to the ground. “Oh no, a monolith has fallen on me and pinned the nadir of my peel to the ground!” He shouted.

Avery Apple languidly strolled over and tried to pick the monolith up. He was distracted by the spectrum of colors on the monolith. “What variety!” He exclaimed.

“Just get this darned monolith of the nadir of my peel!” Shrieked Bob Banana.

“No worries.” Avery Apple said, “I’ll get the titanic progeny of that pugilist who lives down that tortuous road.

“Are you talking about Tortuous Lane?” Bob Banana asked.

“Yep.” Avery Apple answered.

“But I hear that lane is filled with the truculent offspring in the lineage of the great Scrooge himself!” Bob Banana exclaimed, then added: “I really hate that penurious fellow.”

“Yep, I would do anything for you Bob” Avery Apple said while kowtowing. “Well, I should be off. goodbye!!”

Hear what happens next in the following episode of The Adventures in Equestrian Farm and Track!!

While Avery Apple was walking down Tortuous Lane, he pondered the strange purple nodule that appeared on every third tree he saw. On every fourth tree; an oscillating pendulum, swinging back and forth. It was so soporific, that Avery fell down, lying prostrate, with his right arm tucked under his body, and fell asleep. Avery awoke to a lugubrious tune. He shifted position, so that he could see who was making the sound. All Avery saw was a whirling maelstrom. Avery immediately jumped up, and looked at his surroundings. Someone had moved him to the edge of a vast lake. His destination was past the maelstrom, twenty feet away. Avery felt as though it was trying to tantalize him. Avery realized that he would never get help for Bob Banana, so he walked back home; a saturnine expression on his face. When he got back, Avery saw Bob Banana, waiting to greet him. Ever since he saw Bob Banana, Avery Apple wouldn’t talk; not when watching Saw III, not when playing catch with his sister, not even when in school.

What was wrong with Avery Apple? Find out in the next episode of Equestrian Farm and Track

The Follower Ferret by Michael J

There once was a ferret living in the grasslands. His name was Jerry. He always followed another group of ferrets. He followed them everywhere they went. One day when the ferrets were trying to go hunting Jerry followed them and scared away their food. That made the group of ferrets really mad. The group of ferrets didn’t like Jerry because he always followed them around, so they decided to get rid of him. The leader of the group, Rohandro had a plan.

One day the group of ferrets decided to go into a tree hole knowing Jerry would follow. The ferrets were all too big to fit in the hole. So when they got to the hole, the group of ferrets told Jerry to go first into the hole. Jerry wasn’t very smart and wanted to be a part of the group so he went in. He got in but he couldn’t get out. Jerry thought the group of ferrets would come back to help him but they didn’t. The group of ferrets left and were thankful that they never saw him again.

Moral:  Don’t always follow the group.

I’m Thankful For… By Davi S-G

I’m thankful for my golden retriever Sky. He has been with me since I was born, and even before that. My dog Sky is thirteen in human years, which makes him ninety-one in dog years. When I come home from school, or any activity, Sky is always there to greet me in his doggy way: wagging his tail, and sniffing my clothes and backpack. Sky is very lazy, and he sleeps all day. My family has to trick him to go outside. We ring the doorbell, making him think that there is someone outside, which makes him jump up and run to the door. If that doesn’t work, then we bribe Sky with his dog food. Sky basically owns my house. He sleeps anywhere he wants, as long as my dad make him go away. Because he’s so old, in January I’m giving sky a puppy. I hope that Sky will take care of the puppy, and be like it’s dad. In conclusion, I’m thankful for my dog Sky because he comforts me in times of need.

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The Giver: My Assignment by Gus

Thanks to my addiction of building and designing, mostly at a great speed, an Engineer would be my best job, although a leader would also suite me. Another reason for my hope of being an Engineer (if I was living in the place where Jonas lives), is probably that the style of building I have seen so far is my type of construction: Organized buildings for specific reasons, and places for different types of work of all types.