Our pillow fight was lots of fun; at least, it was at first. In fact, we laughed hysterically until our pillows burst. Feathers filled my brother’s room where we had had our fight. Yes, cause of feathers everywhere, the whole room turned to white. And when we opened up the door, some feathers filled theContinue reading “The Pillow Fight”
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The Final Argument
Bobby loved to argue lots. In fact, that’s all he’d do. Once he even argued that the sky was never blue. He argued that the world was flat, and no way was it round. He said, “If you’ll just take a look, you’ll see how flat the ground.” He once said down was really upContinue reading “The Final Argument”
I Want To Be a Cowboy
I want to be a cowboy. I think it would be fun. I’d get to ride a big horse. I’d get to tote a gun. I’d get to wear a big hat. I’d buy one that is black, and there’d be a leather vest covering my back. I’d spend my days relaxing, just riding onContinue reading “I Want To Be a Cowboy”
The Not-so-great Outdoors
I’m standing here with dear old Dad, fishing from this shore. We’ve been here several hours now, and my arm’s getting sore. We’ve caught no fish, but I can tell my dad just loves it here. He says that chances are quite good that we will see some deer. We have to whisper when weContinue reading “The Not-so-great Outdoors”
Cards With Fred
Last night my parents tucked me in and said no monster hid in my closet or my drawers, and so “Good night” they bid. As I settled down to sleep, I thought I heard a sound. T’was down beneath my double bed — I froze first — then I frowned. My closet and my drawersContinue reading “Cards With Fred”
Canadian Spring
It’s snowing really hard right now, this twenty-fourth of May, and cause the weather is so bad, outside I just can’t play. I should be on my bike right now or fishing at the lake. This rotten snow storm really is just more than I can take. I should be playing baseball or swimming atContinue reading “Canadian Spring”
That Word
Our parrot, Polly, says a word I’m not allowed to say, and when she does, it’s plain to see, it ruins my parents’ day. When Polly says that nasty word, it causes Mom to shriek, ”You really are a rotten bird! I ought to glue your beak!” When Polly says that filthy word, in frontContinue reading “That Word”
Rumours
I’ve heard a lot of rumours bout people at my school. My mom says, “Don’t believe them cause rumours often fool.” I’ve heard that Jenny Matthews studies through the night, and that’s the only reason she always gets things right. I’ve heard that Peter Temple thinks that he can fly, and, I mean, without aContinue reading “Rumours”
I Hate Hiccups
One day, after gulping down a big tuna fish sandwich, I got the hiccups. Hiccup! Hiccup! I hate hiccups! ”Breathe into this bag,” my mother said, so I did. I breathed, and breathed, and breathed. No hiccups! Obviously, I’d trapped them in the bag. I threw the bag into the garbage, but then – hiccup!Continue reading “I Hate Hiccups”
Jimmy the Poet
Jimmy is a poet, who loves to write haiku, but when it comes to other forms, he really has no clue. Limericks he cannot write as words he cannot rhyme, and when it comes to longer forms, he says he can’t make time. His haikus make him happy, but need a little fix. The troubleContinue reading “Jimmy the Poet”
The Lonely Meatball 