Learningon

Yesterday we were in the car going somewhere, and my little brother decided to try to start a fight with my little sister.

Jacob: “I’m older!”

Emily with enthusiasm: “I’m fatter!!!!!!”

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This is the final assignment I had to do for my writing class!!

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The Lost Kittens

One bright sunny morning, the kind of morning you just want to be up and outside, Mother Cat rose up from her pile of kittens, stretched, cleaned her toes, and pranced out of the machine shed to meet the morning air. She posed awhile, soaking in the sunshine. Even though Mother Cat enjoyed herself, she had a weird feeling, but she pushed it out of her mind. When she heard the banging of the farmer opening the barn door, she knew it was time to chase some breakfast. This was her favorite part of the day. Caring for kittens was great, but could not ever compare to a mouse chase.

Tiptoeing into the dimly lit barn, Mother Cat smelled old leather, dusty hay, and horse manure. She didn’t pay attention to these smells though; she put all of her concentration on trying to listen for anything that would lead her to a mouse. Her ears picked up a faint scurrying of a little mischievous rodent. She knew that this was just not an ordinary mouse, it was one of those that thought he was hot stuff, but really wasn’t. She tracked the noise down to an old beaten horse trough. Springing onto the top of the trough, she peered down into it, spying Mr. Hot Stuff eating a piece of grain. Mother Cat eased down into the trough hoping to start the chase, but the mouse just stared up at her silently.

The cat batted at the mouse, and it fell over dead from what seemed a heart attack. Mother Cat eyed the mouse and sniffed it. Yep, it was one of those weird ones. She picked up the strange mouse and carried it out of the barn to her hungry kittens. On her way to the machine shed, Mother Cat nodded good morning to all the other barn animals; she was very good friends with everybody.

When she reached the shed, she was not greeted by the usual happy meows of her darling kittens. Mother Cat dropped her mouse and franticly looked for her children, meowing for them the whole time. She searched the whole shed finding nothing. She even jumped inside the dirty, slimy trash barrel but couldn’t find them. Sprinting out of the shed, she went to ask Mr. Sheep if he had seen her kittens.

“Mr. Sheep, have you seen my kittens?” asked the fidgeting cat.

“No. Sorry Mother Cat,” answered Mr. Sheep. Mother Cat hung her head in sorrow and wiped her eyes with her paw.

“I guess I’ll go ask Mrs. Horse,” cried Mother Cat. She heaved a sigh and walked off to find Mrs. Horse. Mrs. Horse had no idea where the kittens were either. She gave Mother Cat some kind advice about burial preparations and how to mourn, but that didn’t help. It only made Mother Cat feel worse. She ambled away weeping, wondering if she should have listened to Mrs. Horse. Mother Cat didn’t think she would ever find her kittens. She started making her way down to the pond planning to “fall” in. Just then, Little Piggy came up to talk.

“What is the matter Mother Cat?” Little Piggy grunted.

“I can’t find my kittens anywhere!” sadly moaned Mother Cat.

“You should ask Wise Old Cow!” squealed Little Piggy.

Mother Cat agreed and went on her way, but still was doubtful. She didn’t think even Wise Old Cow would know where her babies were. She cried so hard that it took her a long time to get on the right path that would lead her to the cow field. Mother Cat jogged down the well-beaten path for what seem hours, but was really only half a minute or so. Mother Cat soon found Wise Old Cow slowly munching a mouthful of hay. He looked wise–so wise, that Mother Cat hid in the grass for a couple of minutes just watching. She was scared of such a big wise animal. She thought he might get mad at her for asking something so stupid. She wanted to ask, but she couldn’t. Then he started speaking.

“Mother Cat, you can come out now,” he chuckled. Mother Cat shyly stepped out from the tall grass. She wondered how the cow knew she was there. She decided to ask her question quickly before he could say anything else.

“Do you know where my kittens are?” she asked stumbling over her words.

“Have you looked in the haystack?” Wise Old Cow replied. Mother Cat looked closely in the haystack and saw that her kittens were sleeping peacefully, snuggled deeply in the straw.

“Thank you! Oh, thank you, Wise Old Cow,” purred Mother Cat as she gathered her kittens close. She walked her kittens back to the shed as the told her why they had gone to see Wise Old Cow. They had thought their mother was lost, and Wise Old Cow told them to just go to sleep and their mother would be along in a bit. Mother Cat was amazed at the wisdom of the cow.

Filed by learningon at 8:59 p05 under storys, learnings, School, Writing
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Somehow my sister was able to pull off a joke on me.  *sigh*

Heres how it goes.

We were in the car going shopping and…

Katie:  Where is my phone?

Me: Um…

Katie: Oh, here it is. It says I have a message.   *Listens to the message with a really straight thinking  face*

Me: Who was it?

Katie: Mom and Dad…  just a minute, I have to listen to it again.

Katie: *Hangs up* We have to go home now!

Me: What happened?

Katie: There is a fire at home.

Me: *Freaking out* Inside?

Katie: Yeah, something with the stove and gas lines.

Me: *Almost to the point of tears I was so scared*  Can we pray?

Katie: Yeah, you first.

Me: Dear God, please protect mom and dad and everybody at home. Help them put out the fire before the house burns down all the way. Amen

Katie: Dear God, thank you for this day, and thank you that I have a little sister that I can play April Fools jokes on…

Me: KAAAATTTIIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are so mean!

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 If you have not read Part 1 and Part 2, you need to before reading this.

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As Hailke’s family huddled in the cellar, many thoughts swam through Hailke’s mind.  “What would happen to his family?” “Had the tornado hit yet?” It seemed like hours until Pa opened the heavy door. Still huddled in the corner, everybody watched as Pa trudged up the steps. What would he see? Pa’s sigh sounded like an icy wind. They all knew that life would begin again. They couldn’t ignore, forget, or shun it, so they slowly made their way up the stairs. When they saw the ruin, Ma stared crying. “What’s wrong mommy?” asked Reenade. There was no answer. Everybody was too stunned. “What was the surprise?” asked Hailke. Everybody turned to look at him as Pa put his hand on his shoulder. “Next year son, next year.”

To be continued…

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   It was April 3, 1872.
Hailke tumbled out of bed as usual.  As he clambered down the ladder to the attic , he heard sizzling – Pancakes again.  Kaelle, Hailke’s older sister was just putting pancakes – No!  bacon on the table! Then Hailke remembered that today was his birthday, and he was turning 10.  As pa came in from doing chores, Reenade walked into the kitchen.  She looked like she was sleepwalking.  The family ate breakfast in silence.  Hailke knew they had something up their sleeves, but that “something” never happened.  Pa had a good eye for sighting twisters, and he knew one was coming.  Everybody was to stay in the house and then scoot down to the cellar when the tornado was seen.  All seven of the Schlauhts in the house at one time (Pa, Ma, Kaelle (15), Caintin (13), Hailke (10), Jessika (7), and Reenade (4) felt strange to Hailke.
As you may have guessed, the tornado did come.
We are now back to Part 1

to be continued…

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The heavy door led into a narrow stairwell with slippery steps. The smooth walls were made of cold cement that was covered in black dirt. Hailke had never been afraid of his family’s cellar, but right now was different. Reenade, Hailke’s younger sister was in tears. Hailke ran down the steps, trying not to slip. When he reach to the bottom step he grabbed Reenade and stumbled to the south-west corner of the cellar. It was the safest place to be.

…to be continued

Filed by learningon at 8:59 p04 under storys, Imagination, learnings, My thoughts
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