Friday, December 23, 2011
Striper’s parents are getting anxious, so they call a 8 year old tiger to teach him to be bold. The tiger’s name is Ms. Topaz and she is very strict, so Striper is reprimanded a lot of the time. The 1st lesson is reading of bravery, which he passes with flying colors, due to his love of learning. The 2nd Lesson is not so easy, however. He is to learn not to be caught off his guard, and no matter what Ms. Topaz tries, he always is alarmed at the slightest sound. On the 3rd night of Striper’s training, Ms. Topaz speaks to his parents. “I cannot see why he has such trouble in my classes.” she says. “He is afraid of everything! “He will have to work on many things.” Striper’s parents are still anxious. They can only hope for the best.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Far away, out past the Caribbean Sea, there is an island. The beasts that inhabit this island all live in harmony. One of these beasts is a tiger named Striper. He is 4 years old, and almost an adult. He attends the Academy of Education for Young Beasts. In 1 year he will graduate and go off to raise a family of his own. He has only one problem. He is afraid of everything. The sound of the owls fluttering by carrying their books at the Academy causes him to jump. The only time he is able to ignore his fears is when he is studying his hardest in a pouncing or history class. His friends Growlson and Scarletheart cannot understand him. No one can. His mother has tried many times to help him, but it has become clear to everyone that if it can be done, he is the only one who could teach this subject to himself. It may seem hopeless. But it is not. Not quite.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
My name is Fluffer. I'm a sheep from around 2011 years ago, and my shepherd is horrible with names. It's not very shocking, though, seeing that his name is Kevin Doobler. But enough about that. Let me tell you a story. One night, I was up at the pasture with Baason (another of Kevin's name-victims) and Kevin himself. Nothing ever really happened in my life until that night. I was quietly chewing a piece of grass when suddenly, a blinding flash made me choke on and throw up the grass. My eyes were bad enough already. I saw a golden, flying, person singing to the paralyzed Kevin and almost screamed. The whatever-it-was pointed towards a star, and I became blind (almost). Kevin began walking towards the star and I followed him. Eventually we came back to my stable-except there were many strange people in it! I quickly galloped to the manger to get a quick snack-but there was someone already in the manger! There were other shepherds surrounding it, and dudes in gold crowns too. There was even a funny little chap tapping on a little wooden drum. Only after this scene back in my stall did I hear what had happened. I never get let in on things. But then, who talks to sheep?
Monday, December 19, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
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Monday, December 12, 2011
I'm Comet, Santa's reindeer. Santa just saddled me to the sleigh and I'm next to Cupid, as usual. Jingle, an elf, is waving the take-off flag. We push off the icy ground and the sleigh soars high up in the air. I wish Cupid would lose that flea. The first stop is a little house in Finland. Rudolph (you know, that super-shy reindeer at the head of the sleigh) touches down on the roof and Santa slips down the chimney. I hear the tree rustle as he stuffs the stockings with goodies. He did the same in Brazil, Africa, China, and Australia, and many other places as well. At our last stop, where we are bringing a pillow pet, fire truck and squinkie carriage, I smell carrots. When we get back to the workshop at 3:00 a.m., I hungrily devour my share of the scrumptious vegetables. Joy to my stomach, I think as I drift into a deep Christmas sleep.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
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Friday, December 2, 2011
Imagine the year is 1870. You were once a slave who escaped on the Underground Railroad. You have been asked to share the story of your courageous journey and to describe the brave people who helped you along the way. Answer any or all of the questions below.
To help you answer these questions, think about what you’ve learned in this online activity, from the background slideshows to the story of the slave who escaped from Kentucky. If you want to learn even more, read the “Slave Stories.”
Type your answers in the box under each question. When you’re done, you can print out your story to share a hard copy with friends and family.