It’s More Than a Doodle (180 Words)
To be honest, Ms. Dailie always thought he was cheating, but the truth of the matter was Jim just couldn’t believe his eyes.
He followed the motion of Sally’s pencil. He always knew that with a name like Sally she couldn’t be normal. During their math exam, he had positive proof. Instead of answering the questions, Sally was doodling. Every now and then she would thump her thumb on the desk and chew her eraser, but mostly she doodled.
From the Diary of Pollye Pye-Ratt
Hello again. Today Mama and I swabbed the deck. Mama says we have to keep the deck swabbed so the Moon Cheese’s boards won’t split. I wonder what would happen if the boards split. Maybe the boat would sink. I’m trying to imagine what a boat with split boards would look like.
Pollye Pye-Ratt (265 Words)
Wallie and I are pleased to introduce you to the Pye-Ratts.
Pollye Pye-Ratt and her family members featured in a very recent Computer Science project. Although the project was not graded as I and the Pye-Ratts had hoped, nonetheless the subject is still worth sharing.
First off–Pollye is a mouse, not a rat! But we’ll let her speak for herself.
My name is Pollye Pye-Ratt…and I’m a mouse, not a rat! I think I am a field mouse, because my parents are very small. I’ve very small too, but that’s because I am one season old and they tell me I’m supposed to be. I think I am very clever for my age. Mice grow much more quickly than some larger animals do.
Snow, Man! (139 Words)
It was a snowman at the edge of the playground. Seeing the snowman, Gracie rubbed her cold nose and sat down.
“Gah,” she said. “What do I want to talk to you for?”
The snowman didn’t say anything.
“I shouldn’t even sit with you,” said Gracie. “You just didn’t snow hard enough. Couldn’t you have snowed a little longer so I wouldn’t have to go to school.”
Wallie the Imp and I love learning foreign languages. However, no matter how much one enjoys a subject, there are times when learning is less a pleasure than an exercise. Having learned only the rudiments of Impish myself, I have to admit that learning a language is slow going. And how better to explore this frustration than by introducing French at the Mad Tea Party?
With school semester underway, Wallie the Imp, my Friend, and I have given quite a lot of thought to our pasts, presents, and futures, and the people who have helped us get so far. Our parents and teachers figured prominently in our talk.
My Friend and I wondered if we would ever make a difference ourselves.