Vocabulary Stories

The Blue Macaw
-Mystaree Hangen

There was once a blue macaw, named Isabella. She was lost in the desert. Isabella said, "I'm so parched. I can drink a whole ocean!" She could even imagine the water teeming over the cup or the bowl.




















Isabella had insights of food and water all day. Isabella tried and tried to hook and build a dwelling, but it didn't work. Isabella smelt an essence of food. She thought she was sorrowful and was tempted to look for some. Then she realized she was in a back yard. Isabella was baffled by what was happening. She thought the back yard was uninhabitable. Her instinct came back and she remembered where the door was.

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http://www.lindarichter.com//wp-content/uploads/2009/04/l-blueflirt.jpg

Santa (by Daelyn Nez)

On a snowy Christmas Eve, I was sleeping and dreaming about Christmas and when we would eat the delicious turkey. In my dream I was about to put the turkey in my mouth, but suddenly my dream was interrupted by a loud bellowing, "Oh!" I jumped to see what was the matter. I grabbed my 261 tazer. I dashed, like a mouse downstairs, I stopped and peaked into the living room. There, in the chimney, were two black, shiny boots. I screamed as loud as I could. I scrambled to the shiny black boots and tazed the boots. The boots burned black and I heard a dead, dark scream. Then an enormous man, dressed in red, dropped from the chimney.


























It was Santa! He grabbed his sack, pulled out a burned present, and dropped it under the tree. Santa opened the coke my sister left him and drank the coke. In ten seconds, it was gone. Santa said, in a bellow, "Merry Christmas." After whose words, he went back up in the chimney and vanished in the deep, snowy night.

(Image borrowed from http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/59156/59156,1143809550,3/stock-vector-santa-stuck-in-a-chimney-1146507.jpg)

Blogger Problems

Parents, Guardians, and Students:

For some reason, blogger is keeping me from updating the page, so I wanted to get a message out through the post.

GRADES will be coming home on Monday, December 12th. Students have until Friday to get their grades up for the second period report card.

BOOK REPORTS are due this week, and will be presented during different portions of our day.

I will try to update more later on, but these are the two messages that I wanted to get out as fast as possible.

Thank you! Sorry for the blogger malfunctions.

A Sweet Essay

By Amber Harrison

Do you enjoy candy? I enjoy candy very much!
One of my favorite candies is gum. All types of flavors are amazing, but one of the flavors makes my mouth explode like fireworks. That kind is mint! The other flavor I like are called mint, chewy, bubblegum, cotton candy, and apple. That is one of my favorite candies.
Chocolate is also one of my favorite candies. I like chocolate ice cream. There is a lot of chocolate in the world I like. I drink hot chocolate in the winter. It makes me warm. I drink chocolate mile in the summer. That is another of my favorite candies.
















Skittles are the last of my favorite candies. All of the flavors are tasty, but only two are great. Those flavors are called grape and orange. Grape has no taste and orange is sour. Those are my last favorite candies.
Even though I love many types of candy, these three make my mouth water.

(picture borrowed from http://www.candymachines.com/images/bulk_candy/skittles_bulk_candy.jpg)

Pegasus : Chapter 3 and 4

(By Kellie Stanton)





















I hardly slept last night. "I wonder if there is a new world outside of Pegasus Village," Amy pondered? "Well then," I said, "Lets find out!" I flew into the beautiful, blue sky. It was amazing. "Wait up, Pegasus," Amy whinnied! "Keep up you slug," I joked.
Amy caught up. We had to stop because Amy almost passed out. We rested for a while, then it was back to the air. We got to the end of the valley. "A-a-after you," I said in a shaky voice. Amy thought for a while. "Not in a million years, Pegasus," Amy said!
"Fine! I'll do it." I slowly walked toward the forest. Then I saw a bobcat. I froze! I couldn't move a muscle.
"Don't move! It senses fear," warned Amy. "Thanks for the tip, Captain Obvious," I murmured.
The bobcat pounced. Amy and I flew as fast as our wings could carry us. "That was scary," said Amy.
"Totally! Lets never go in that forest again! Okay?"


















It took us a while, but we finally got to a place called New York. When we landed, someone yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhh! Flying horse!" People tried to catch us. We were so scared that we flew away. Then, we saw a little young boy, crying by the Mercy Pier. "What's wrong," I asked? When he turned, he jumped higher than a kangaroo and fell in the water. "Y-you must be a hologram," he said in an alert voice scanning the boat. "What's a hologram," asked Amy? THe boy touched our faces...he fell into the water again! Amy held up a leaf showing a "10". I giggled, "Tee Hee!"
The boy said in a freaked out voice, "YOU'RE REAL!"
"I guess," I said.
"But, but that's impossible," he said!
"What's your name," Amy asked, trying to change the subject.
"My name is Jacob."
"I'm Amy!"
"Call me Pegasus!"
"Is that a mark on your head," asked Jacob? Amy looked at the mark. She hesitated back and flew away. "That's a bad luck mark!" Those were the last words I heard from my best friend. "Amy, come back!" It was getting late and I can't see in the dark. "Can I sleep at your house," I asked Jacob? "Alright, but my sister will go crazy if she sees you, so we have to hide you," said Jacob.
He hid me under the dock. There was green, slimy, gross seaweed. I cleared some of it out so I could rest, but I could not stop thinking about Amy. Was she hurt?
Then something bumped. Was it a grasshopper? Was it a fly? Neither! It was a fairy. "Oh, hello. My name is Chris."
"I'm Pegasus." Then it dawned on me. "He Chris, where is your mom? I have a question.
"I'm right here. What is your question," asked his mom. "Can you get rid of my bad luck symbol?" "Yes," she replied. "3...2...1." Poof, my symbol was gone. I was so happy. Now I could go home. I thanked Jacob for letting me stay and I flew home. When Amy saw that the mark was gone, she and I played all day. And that is the end of my story.


Pictures borrowed from;
1. http://www.maxwaugh.com/images/nwtrek06/bobcat1.jpg
2. http://wwp.greenwichmeantime.com/time-zone/usa/new-york/new-york-city/images/new-york-city.jpg

American Poet, Adelaide Crapsey, invented Cinquain poetry. She was inspired to write these poems after reading Haiku poems, previously discussed in our blog. Cinquain poems are usually five lines, with 1 word in the first line, 2 words in the second line, 3 words in the third line, 4 words in the fourth line, and 1 word in the fifth lines. Which of the following follow the Cinquain pattern?

Hamsters

soft
runs alot
not much exercising
fits in your hand
fuzzy
(Abby Hamilton)

Ice

slippery
frozen water
break many bones
dangerous but fun times
Ice
(Alonzo (AJ) Sawyer)

Fall
beautiful, colorful
colorful pretty leaves
many colorful leaves fall
Autumn
(Daelyn Nez)

Katelyn
short, nice
smart, skinny, righty
Navajo, light, brown, clean
Kid
(Katelyn Kayonnie)

Turtle
slow, stupid
has big shell
doesn't have big brains
pets
(Kellie Stanton)

Rain
Drip Drop
Tapping on roofs
Getting us soaking wet
Sprinkle
(Cassie Yazzie)

Parents

nice
love you
great for advice
buy things for you
lovely
(Ty Thomas)

Dylan
loud, brown
annoying, awesome, fun
basketball player, fast, athletic
Nez
(Dylan Nez)

Halloween
Zombies, Devils
Candy Corn, Reeses
Snickers, Butterfingers and More
Stuffed
(Emily Knight)

Bugs
slimy, gross
freaky, weird, crazy
flying, crawling, walking, running
Crawlies
(Gavino Martinez)

Limerick Poetry

Limerick poetry derives from England as early as the late 18th century. These poems are identified through their rhyming patterns and humorous topic. The last word in the 1st, 2nd, and 5th lines all rhyme, while the last word in the 3rd and 4th line rhyme. Which of the following tickles your funny bone?

There once was a man called Mr. Keard
With such a big beard
It was so bushy
Th Navajo would call him Twushy
Mr. Keard thought they were weird
(Brianna Richards)

There once was a kid named Rose
He had no nose
He couldn't smell
Like a snail and like a bell
and he could have a pig pose
(Darwin Barton)

There once was a dog
Who looked like a hog
He had a long tongue like a lizzard
It looked and smelled like an oreo blizzard
that made people follow that dog
(Mystaree Hangen)

There once was a teacher with a beard
Kids thought that it was weird
He was very funny
That he ate many bunnies
And that is weird
(Daelyn Nez)

There once was a teacher who would make us write
If we didn't, he said he would bite
He had a beard that was long
It reached all the way to King Kong
And he is also right
(Cassie Yazzie)

There once was a turtle
His name was Hurtle
He ran around his house with a cape
made of tape
When the girls came by, with them he would flurtle
(Brianna Richards)