Ms.Latasha

It is Autumn.

A strong wind is blowing. It blows flower seeds high in the air and carries them far across the land. One of the seeds is tiny, smaller than any of the others. Will it be able to keep up with the others? And where are they all going?

One of the seeds flies higher than the others. Up, up it goes! It flies too high and the sun's hot rays burn it up. But the tiny seed sails on with the others.

Another seed lands on a tall and icy mountain. The ice never melts, and the seed cannot grow. The rest of the seeds fly on. But the tiny seed does not go as fast sa the others.

Now they fly over the ocean. One seed falls into the water and drowns. The others sail on with the wind. But the tiny seed does not go as high as the others.

One seed drifts down onto the desert. It is hot and dry, and the seed cannot grow. Now the tiny seed is flying very low, but the wind pushes it on with the others.

Finally the wind stops and seeds fall gently down on the ground. A bird comes by and eats one seed. The tiny seed is not eaten. It is so small that the bird does not see it.

Now it is Winter.

After their long trip the seeds settle down. They look just as if they are going to sleep in the earth. Snow falls and covers them like a soft white blanket. A hungry mouse that also lives in the ground eats a seed for his lunch. But the tiny seed lies very still and the mouse does not see it.

Now it is spring.

After a few months the snow has melted. It is really spring! Birds fly by. The sun shines. Rain falls. The seeds grow so round and full they start to burst open a little.

Now they are not seeds any more. They are plants. First they send roots down into the earth. Then their little stems and leaves begin to grow up toward the sun and air. There is another plant that grows much faster than the new little plants. It is a big fat weed. And it takes all the sunlight and the rain away from one of the small new plants. And that little plant dies.

The tiny seed hasn't begun to grow yet. It will be too late! Hurry！ But finally it too starts to grow into a plant.

The warm weather also brings the children out to play. They too have been waiting for the sun and spring time. One child doesn't see the plants as he runs along and--Oh! He breaks one! Now it cannot grow any more.

The tiny plant that grew from the tiny seed is growing fast, but its neighbor grows even faster. Before the tiny plant has three leaves the other plant has seven! And look! A bud! And now even a flower!

But what is happening? First there are footsteps. Then a shadow looms over them. Then a hand reaches down and breaks off the flower.

A boy has picked the flower to give to a friend.

It is Summer.

Now the tiny plant from the tiny seed is all alone. It grows on and on. It doesn't stop. The sun shines on it and the rain waters it. It has many leaves. It grows taller and taller. It is taller than the people. It is taller than the trees. It is taller than the houses. And now a flower grows on it. People come from far and near to look at this flower. It is the tallest flower they have ever seen. It is a giant flower.

All Summer long the birds and bees and butterflies come visiting. They have never seen such a big and beautiful flower.

Now it is Autumn again.

The days grow shorter. The nights grow cooler. And the wind carries yellow and red leaves past the flower. Some petals drop from the giant flower and they sail along with the bright leaves over the land and down to the ground.

The wind blows harder. The flower has lost almost all of its petals. It sways and bends away from the wind. But the wind grows stronger and shakes the flower. Once more the wind shakes the folwer, and this time the folwer's seed pod opens. Out come many tiny seeds that quickly sail far away on the wind.

MY DAD --- by Anthony Browne

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He’s all right, my dad.

My dad isn’t afraid of ANYTHING,

even the Big Bad Wolf.

He can jump right over the moon,

and walk on a tightrope (without falling off).

He can wrestle with giants,

or win the fathers’ race on sports day, easilly.

He’s all righ, my dad.

My dad can eat like a horse,

and he can swim like a fish.

He’s as strong as a gorilla,

and as happy as a hippopotamus.

He’s all right, my dad.

My dad’s as big as a house,

and as soft as my teddy.

He’s as wise as an owl,

except when he tries to help.

He’s all right, my dad.

My dad’s a great dancer,

and a brilliant singer.

He’s fantastic at soccer,

And he makes me laugh. A lot.

I love my dad. And you know what?

HE LOVES ME!

(And he always will.)

---THE END

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OWL MOON --- by John Schoenherr

It was late one winter night,

long past my bedtime,

when Pa and I went owling.

There was no wind.

The trees stood still

as giant statues.

And the moon was so bright

the sky seemed to shine.

Somewhere behind us

a train whistle blew,

long and low,

like a sad, sad song.

I coule hear it

through the wooden cap

Pa had pulled down

over my ears.

A farm dog answered the train,

and then a second dog

joined in.

They sang out,

trains and dogs,

for a real long time.

And when their voices

faded away

it was as quiet as a dream.

We walked on toward the woods,

Pa and I.

Our feet crunched over the crisp snow

and little gray footprints followed us.

Pa made a long shadow, but mine was short and round.

I had to run after him every now and then to keep up,

and my short, round shadow bumped after me.

But I never called out.

If you go owling you have to be quiet,

that's what Pa always says.

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I had been waiting to go owling with Pa for a long, long time.

We reacded the line of pine trees,

black and pointy against the sky,

and Pa held up his hand.

I stopped right where I was

and waited.

He looked up,

as if searching the stars

as if reading a map up there.

The moon made his face

into a silver mask.

Then he called

"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo,"

the sound of a Great Horned Owl.

"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo."

Again he called out.

And then again.

After each call

he was silent

and for a moment we both listened.

But there was no answer.

Pa shrugged

and I shrugged.

I was not disppointed.

My brothers all said

sometimes there's an owl

and sometimes there isn't.

We walked on.

I could feel the cold,

as if someone's icy hand

was palm-down on my back.

And my nose

and the tops of my cheeks

felt cold and hot

at the same time.

But I never said a word.

If you go owling

you have to be quiet

and make your own heat.

We went into the woods.

The shadows

were the blackest things

I had ever seen.

They stained the white snow.

My mouth felt furry,

for the scarf over it

was wet and warm.

I didn't ask

what kinds of things

hide behind black trees

in the middle of the night.

When you go owling

you have to be brave.

Then we came to a clearing

in the dark woods.

The moon was high above us.

It seemed to fit

exactly

over the center of the chearing

and the snow below it

was whiter than the milk

in a cereal bowl

I sighed

and Pa held up his hand

at the sound.

I put my mittens

over the scarf

over my mouth

and listened hard.

And then Pa called:

"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo.

Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo."

I listened

and looked so hard

my ears hurt

and my eyes got cloudy

with the cold.

Pa raised his face

to call out again,

but before he could

open his mouth

an echo

came threading its way

through the trees.

"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo."

Pa almost smiled.

Then he called back:

"Whoo-whoo-who-who-who-whooooooo,"

just as if he

and the owl

were talking about supper

or about the woods

or the moon

or the cold.

I took my mitten

off the scarf

off my mouth,

and I almost smiled, too.

The owl's call came closer,

from high up the trees

on the edge of the meadow.

Nothing in the meadow moved.

All of a shadow,

an owl shadow,

part of the big tree shadow,

lifted off

and flew right over us.

We watched silently

with heat in our mouths,

the heat of all those words

we had not spoken.

The shadow hooted again.

Pa turned on

his big flashlight

and caught the owl

just as it was landing

on a branch.

For one minute,

three minutes,

maybe even a hundred minutes,

we stared at one another.

Then the owl

Pumped its great wings

and lifted off the branch

like a shadow

without sound.

It flew back into the forest.

"Time to go home,"

Pa said to me.

I knew then I could talk,

I could even laugh out loud.

But I was a shadow

as we walked home.

When you go owling

you don't need words

or warm

or anything but hope.

That's what Pa ways.

The kind of hope

that flies

on silent wings

under a shining

Owl Moon.

THE END

Chug-chug! puff-puff! Ding-dong!

went the happy little engine as she rumbled alone.

Then ,suddenly, she stopped. Her wheels would not turn.

How would the good little boys and girls how lived on the other side of the mountain get all their toys and good things to eat?

Along came a shiny new engine."Help us, please." cried the toy clown and all the other dolls and toys.

But the shiny new engine would not help."I am a passenger engine, " he said. "I pull only fine, big trains."

Next came a strong freight engine. The toy clown asked him for help. But the strong freight engine would not.

"I only pull important trains," he said.

Then the clown asked a rusty old engine for help. But he could not.

"I am so old and tired,"he said. "I cannot pull even a little train. I cannot. I cannot."

"What's the matter?" asked a little blue engine kindly.

The sad toy clown told her.

"Well, I'm not very big, and I have never been over the mountain, but I think I can."She hitched herself to the little train and tugged and pulled.

Slowly, slowly, they started uphill.

Faster and faster the little blue engine climbed—

I think I can—I think I can— I think I can

until at last they reached the top of the mountain.

"Hooray!" shouted all the dolls and toys.

How happy the good little girls and boys will be, thought the little blue engine, as she puffed away.

I thought I could—I thought I could. she seemed to say.

THE END

oh...

My friend is sad......I will make him happy.......

Yee-haw!!

Acowboy!!Ohhh…...

Gerald loves cowboys.but he is still sad.....

A clown!!Ohhh.....

Clowns are funny,but he is still sad......

A robot!Ohhh......

How can anyone be sad around a robot!?......

Gerald.Piggie!!....

I am sorry.I wanted to make you happy.but you are still sad......

I am not sad now,I am happy......

You are happy?......

I am happy because you are here......But I was so sad,Piggie,So very SAD!......I saw a cowboy......

But you love cowboys......

I do,I love cowboys......But you were not there to see him......

well,in fact,I......

There was more......

Then I saw a clown......A funny,funny clown ......but you were not here to see him......

but......

there was more......I saw a robot......A cool,cool robot......And my best friend was not there to see it with me.....

But....Um....you see......I am here now......

You are!you are here now......My friend is here now......I need my friends.......

You need new glasses.....

the end