Friday, November 9, 2012
Quiz
Q.5 What is your favorite type of transportation?
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Ancestors of the forest
Ancestors
of the forest
The legend
of Robin Hood has been known for centuries….
But there
is a story untold…
Until
today!
Rhoda and her
brother Harvey ran as fast as their feet could carry them away from the flames!
There town was on fire and they were fleeing to the woods for safety! Everything
that they had loved and cherished had been destroyed! Their parents were dead,
and the only place they could go for safety was Sherwood forest!
~
5 YEARS LATER…..
Rhoda’s eyes were
glued to the buck only a few feet in front of her, she crept up silently to get
a little closer. Raising her bow she pulled back and let go! The arrow flew
through the air lodging in the buck’s forehead!
“Bulls eye!” said Harvey standing next to his older
sister, “you have perfect aim!”
“Thanks” said Rhoda.
Rhoda and Harvey cut
as much meat off the buck as they could carry and headed to their hide-out.
They had been living in the woods for 5 years learning to live in nature and
survive the dangers of the forest.
When they reached
their hide-out, Rhoda started to prepare the meat for dinner. When she was
finally done, they headed up to their favorite seat- a ledge above an enormous water-fall!
When they sat down they could hear the water roaring down into the stream,
crashing against the rocks below. After a few moments of silence, they heard a
faint cry in the distance.
“Did you hear that?” Rhoda asked Harvey.
“Ya, what was it?”
“I don’t know! Let’s go check it out, but be careful!”
said Rhoda.
They headed down
the steep ledge towards the bottom of the falls where the sound became louder.
When they reached the end, they could hear loud crying.
“It sounds like a
baby!” whispered Harvey.
Looking around
they spotted a basket at the edge of the stream.
“Harvey, look!” cried Rhoda.
Sitting in the basket was a beautiful baby boy, crying.
“What on earth!” exclaimed Harvey.
Rhoda picked the
baby up out of the basket.
“The poor thing! Who could ever leave their baby alone? The
poor thing is wet and freezing, we must take him back to the hide-out!” said Rhoda.
They took the baby
home and wrapped him in rags.
“We must find out who left him!” exclaimed Rhoda.
“Why?” asked Harvey, “they won’t want him, they left him
because they didn’t!”
“Nobody could be so heartless!” gasped Rhoda, “I will put
out a notice in town saying that I found a baby and see if anybody responds!”
“And what if they don’t?” said Harvey, “are we going to
keep him?”
“We will talk about that when the time comes, but as of
now, we are keeping him until somebody replies to that notice!”
~
Farefold castle- 9 miles away.
“My majesty, I have
a message for you!” said the messenger. He had urgent news for Queen Brianna.
“Well what is it? It better be something important!” said
Brianna in an aggravated tone.
“It is news about the baby, maam” said the messenger.
“What news?” asked Brianna, “he is sup post to be gone-dead!”
“Well that is the problem,” said the messenger, “I just
found this in town, I thought you might want to see it!”
“Give it to me!” snapped Brianna.
The messenger passed this notice to the queen:
Baby boy found
If you know who this baby is please leave a note at the entrance of
Sherwood forest under the rotting tree hump!
“What? No! No! No!” screamed Brianna,
“this cannot be true! He is sub post to be dead! No one must know of his existence!
I am the heir to the throne, I say, I am!”
Brianna was thinking in her mind all she had
gone through to be queen- her brother and his wife had died leaving herself to
the throne, but just a few months previous she found out that her brother’s
wife had had a child- the rightful heir to the throne. But Brianna could not
let anyone else know that this child was born and still living, she ordered one
of her troops to get rid of the baby and now he was found! How could this
happen? The baby had to die! She now needed to send a group of guards to kill
the baby once and for all!
~
“I got a response!” yelled Harvey, “there was
a letter in the tree hump!”
“Let
me see!” said Rhoda.
The letter read:
We
know who the baby boy is. Meet us tomorrow at the bottom of the water-fall at noon.
Bring the baby.
“There is something strange
about this,” said Rhoda, “they did not leave a name or anything.”
“Well…
we are still going to meet them though right?” asked Harvey.
“I guess
we should, but I’m still a little curious about who these people are! It is
going to be hard to let Robin go now, I have really begun to love him!” said Rhoda.”
“Robin?
You named the baby?”
“Yes!
I thought robin was a nice name!”
“Hump!”
snorted Harvey, “you are getting too attached!”
~
The next day Rhoda and Harvey took robin down
to the bottom of the water-fall to meet the mysterious persons who left the
letter. When they reached the bottom, everything was silent and still.
“Hello!”
hollered Rhoda, “is anybody there?”
A man in a black cape appeared from behind a
tree.
“I am
here!” the man said in a mean, stern voice, “know please pass over the baby!”
Rhoda heard movement in the forest. as she looked closely she could see the shadows of three more cloaked men in the forest.
Rhoda heard movement in the forest. as she looked closely she could see the shadows of three more cloaked men in the forest.
“Something
is going on here,” whispered Rhoda to Harvey.
“Like
what?” said Harvey.
“There
are more men in the woods!” said Rhoda, “I’m glad I brought my bow, we might be
in danger!”
“What
are you whispering?” yelled the man in the cloak.
“Nothing
of your concern,” said Rhoda, “why do you want the baby? Who is he?”
The man
chuckled.
“I am
surprised you do not know yet,” said the man, “he is the rightful heir to the
throne!
“What?”
gasped Harvey, “but the queen Brianna just took over the throne because of her
brother’s death!”
The man
laughed again, “The baby you are now holding is her brother’s son! Queen Brianna
has ordered his execution, but you are not sub post to know that, so now we are
going to kill you along with the baby!”
With that an arrow came flying through the woods missing Rhoda by a fraction of an inch.
With that an arrow came flying through the woods missing Rhoda by a fraction of an inch.
“Run!”
shouted Rhoda.
Rhoda
and Harvey went running into the woods with robin in Rhoda’s arms.
Arrows
were zooming all over the forest in all directions.
Pausing
for a mere second, Rhoda turned around and shot an arrow into the chest of one
of the four cloaked men. The chase lasted for many minutes until Rhoda and Harvey
did a sharp turn into a ditch, they knew the land well and that was an advantage,
but they were greatly outnumbered.
Harvey and Rhoda hid in the ditch for a few
moments, when all of the sudden baby robin started crying.
“Shhh!”
cried Rhoda, “you must keep quite!”
Rhoda
turned to her brother.
“Harvey, we have to keep robin safe! We must
take him to a village and give him to a family who does not know who he really
is! He will be safe if he does not know his true identity!”
With that
Rhoda took the baby in her hands and jumped out of the ditch.
“Hurry!
They will hear robin crying, we must get out of the forest!
“Not so fast little lady!”
Rhoda
whipped around. standing there was the man in the cape!
“Hand
me over the baby!” said the man.
“Never!”
Rhoda said in a strong firm voice, and then she went running.
The man raised his bow and the arrow went
flying towards the baby in Rhoda’s arms!
“No!”
screamed Harvey.
Harvey
took his bow and shot the man in the heart but it was too late. Rhoda stood
still on the ground, but robin was safe.
Harvey
went running to his sister.
“No! No!
No!” he screamed.
“get- th-e bab-y t-o saf-ety” Rhoda gasped out
and then she closed her eyes and died.
~
Harvey
found a little village a few miles away. He gave robin to a kind farming family
in a little cottage.
“Please
teach him how to hunt!” Harvey had told
the family so that if robin was ever in danger when he grew up that he would be
safe! And that little baby became known as:
Robin Hood
Robin Hood
Labels:
action story,
adventure story,
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Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Contest winner!
This story was written by my best friend- Hope! She won my story contest(she was the only one that entered) This is a great story so... Enjoy
April and Drew ran along
the lake shore in pursuit of a little birdie. In the meantime, Grandma and
I began to pack up leftover food and head inside for the day. The sun was just beginning to set and
the pink sky glistened off the water, while a gentle breeze blew over Lake Michigan.
Yesterday, my cousins, April and Drew, and I arrived at Grandma’s cottage on Lake Michigan for the
week. School had just let out, and the three of us came prepared to have a blast at Grandma’s lake
house. I had met my cousins at their house in West Virginia and we headed to Michigan from there.
Grandma had lived in this house on Lake Michigan as long as I could remember, and both April’s
and my parents grew up here. But work brought both of them down south, so spending a week
in Michigan was a rare occasion. Grandma’s lake house is nice, but definitely not new. The house
is a deep red with white shutters, and glass walls that look out over the lake. Right beyond the house
is a swing on the dock and a beach area to play. All the kids have a ton of fun when we visit, and
grandma greatly enjoys living on the famous great lake. Although we have never told Grandma this,
Drew, April, and I have a feeling that this house holds a mystery.
The next day, I awoke to the delicious smell of pancakes and bacon, and bounded downstairs to
have some. “Today I have to go to the store, I might be a while. Kylie, I'll leave you in charge. Don’t
go down to the lake till I get back. Sound good?” Grandma asked, during breakfast.
Later on that day, April and I were in the middle of a game of uno when Drew dragged himself into the living room. “Kylie, can’t we do something fun?” he whined. Uno was getting old, so I said “Sure, but what?”
April always had ideas. Her little voice piped up, “What about we explore Grandma’s house
and find out what makes this place look so mysterious!”
I hesitated. I mean after all, that could be a little dangerous, especially if anything happened I was to be blamed. But I did want to explore and what
was wrong with a little fun a day like this. Drew’s enthusiasms finalized my decision.
“OK! Let’s do it! But, one thing.” I said, and changed my tone to one of authority. “Stay safe!!”
“Ok” said Drew and April as they nodded their head. We headed up the stairs. There was little wooden door directly in front of the staircase, and Drew about busted with excitement .
“It’s probably a secret door that no one knows about! Lets open it!”
Of course I knew it wasn't secret; it was out in the open. But taking a peek inside would be cool. April carefully cracked the door open. After peering in, she back away from the door with a frown on her face.
“All it is is Christmas decorations of Grandma’s” she said.
Disappointed, Drew said “Maybe this isn't going to be any fun after all, I think I might go down and read a book instead.”
“Come on Drew! You can’t give up yet, we just started exploring!” said April.
“Look guys!” I said, there’s another hallway over there. Lets go see what rooms are over there” “Oh, ok” Drew said.
As we peered around the corner, I couldn't help but wonder why grandma had never taken us up here before. There was one door, but it was just a storage room. As we looked again at the short hallway I thought this shouldn't be all that was up here. I studied the hallway, starting with the floor to the ceiling. Then, all the sudden something caught my eye. There was a string hanging out from the ceiling. Must be the attic ,i thought.
I told April “Please get a chair from the kitchen: I think I found the attic.”
In the stuffy attic April, Drew, and I looked around. Nothing seemed unusual, just the typical attic. As i walked across the floor towards the entrance, the floor creaked. “Wait, I thought attics were over rooms.” Said Drew. “ Yeah, what room is this part of the attic over?” April added in. That’s what got me, there were no rooms from the hallway upstairs, but there had to be a room under here somewhere. In the middle of my deep thoughts we heard Grandma’s car pull up.
“Alright guys lets head downstairs.”
In Grandma’s library, I searched for a good book to read, As I scanned the titles, I came across one called the Secrets of the Underground Railroad. It sounded interesting. The book told of times during slavery when blacks would escape to freedom in Canada. To get there they went from house to house. And these houses were a part of the railroad. The book explained that those who were apart of the underground railroad were in constant danger. The rooms that held the slaves were hidden in the most brilliant ways so when people came in search of their slaves, there were not found. Some were in storage sheds, or behind a bookshelf. Others may have been in closets or attics.
“Attics!” I exclaimed out loud. With Grandma’s mysteries attic on my mind, i became very interested. I found a map in the back of the book that showed where the railroad actually was. As I traced the blue line with my finger from Mississippi to Canada, my finger ran right through the state of Michigan!
Before anyone could say Michigan I was up in Grandma’s attic. As I searched I pictured a place where no master could find. A place where a slave would feel safe. As I searched frantically, I came across a wooden block. But it wasn't just a plain old wooden block. It had a string attached, and the string ran through the wall. This was it! This is how they got in the room! I pull at it, nothing moved, I pulled harder, and harder. Finally part of the wall swung open. I peered in the room, but it was too dark. So I went downstairs and got a flashlight, and April and Drew. They were so excited about the secret room I had found.
Back in the attic we came to the room, and I flipped on the flashlight. We were amazed. There was a small bed, and even some trunks that the slaves could store their belongings in. As I looked around the room, I felt apart of history. This really happened; a slave stayed a night or two here right before entering freedom.
Downstairs we told Grandma of our discovery. She smiled , “Yes, your grandma’s house was apart of the Underground Railroad. The man that sold it to me was up in age. He told me of the room, and how he helped and hosted many slaves in this very house. I discovered the room myself, but kept it hidden, hoping one day my clever grand kids would enjoy the same thrill of discovery I had”
April, Drew, and I grinned. We had found the room, and we were very proud. This was the best visit to Grandma’s ever
Grandma's Attic
Written by: Hope McDaniel
I began to pack up leftover food and head inside for the day. The sun was just beginning to set and
the pink sky glistened off the water, while a gentle breeze blew over Lake Michigan.
Yesterday, my cousins, April and Drew, and I arrived at Grandma’s cottage on Lake Michigan for the
week. School had just let out, and the three of us came prepared to have a blast at Grandma’s lake
house. I had met my cousins at their house in West Virginia and we headed to Michigan from there.
Grandma had lived in this house on Lake Michigan as long as I could remember, and both April’s
and my parents grew up here. But work brought both of them down south, so spending a week
in Michigan was a rare occasion. Grandma’s lake house is nice, but definitely not new. The house
is a deep red with white shutters, and glass walls that look out over the lake. Right beyond the house
is a swing on the dock and a beach area to play. All the kids have a ton of fun when we visit, and
grandma greatly enjoys living on the famous great lake. Although we have never told Grandma this,
Drew, April, and I have a feeling that this house holds a mystery.
The next day, I awoke to the delicious smell of pancakes and bacon, and bounded downstairs to
have some. “Today I have to go to the store, I might be a while. Kylie, I'll leave you in charge. Don’t
go down to the lake till I get back. Sound good?” Grandma asked, during breakfast.
Later on that day, April and I were in the middle of a game of uno when Drew dragged himself into the living room. “Kylie, can’t we do something fun?” he whined. Uno was getting old, so I said “Sure, but what?”
April always had ideas. Her little voice piped up, “What about we explore Grandma’s house
and find out what makes this place look so mysterious!”
I hesitated. I mean after all, that could be a little dangerous, especially if anything happened I was to be blamed. But I did want to explore and what
was wrong with a little fun a day like this. Drew’s enthusiasms finalized my decision.
“OK! Let’s do it! But, one thing.” I said, and changed my tone to one of authority. “Stay safe!!”
“Ok” said Drew and April as they nodded their head. We headed up the stairs. There was little wooden door directly in front of the staircase, and Drew about busted with excitement .
“It’s probably a secret door that no one knows about! Lets open it!”
Of course I knew it wasn't secret; it was out in the open. But taking a peek inside would be cool. April carefully cracked the door open. After peering in, she back away from the door with a frown on her face.
“All it is is Christmas decorations of Grandma’s” she said.
Disappointed, Drew said “Maybe this isn't going to be any fun after all, I think I might go down and read a book instead.”
“Come on Drew! You can’t give up yet, we just started exploring!” said April.
“Look guys!” I said, there’s another hallway over there. Lets go see what rooms are over there” “Oh, ok” Drew said.
As we peered around the corner, I couldn't help but wonder why grandma had never taken us up here before. There was one door, but it was just a storage room. As we looked again at the short hallway I thought this shouldn't be all that was up here. I studied the hallway, starting with the floor to the ceiling. Then, all the sudden something caught my eye. There was a string hanging out from the ceiling. Must be the attic ,i thought.
I told April “Please get a chair from the kitchen: I think I found the attic.”
In the stuffy attic April, Drew, and I looked around. Nothing seemed unusual, just the typical attic. As i walked across the floor towards the entrance, the floor creaked. “Wait, I thought attics were over rooms.” Said Drew. “ Yeah, what room is this part of the attic over?” April added in. That’s what got me, there were no rooms from the hallway upstairs, but there had to be a room under here somewhere. In the middle of my deep thoughts we heard Grandma’s car pull up.
“Alright guys lets head downstairs.”
In Grandma’s library, I searched for a good book to read, As I scanned the titles, I came across one called the Secrets of the Underground Railroad. It sounded interesting. The book told of times during slavery when blacks would escape to freedom in Canada. To get there they went from house to house. And these houses were a part of the railroad. The book explained that those who were apart of the underground railroad were in constant danger. The rooms that held the slaves were hidden in the most brilliant ways so when people came in search of their slaves, there were not found. Some were in storage sheds, or behind a bookshelf. Others may have been in closets or attics.
“Attics!” I exclaimed out loud. With Grandma’s mysteries attic on my mind, i became very interested. I found a map in the back of the book that showed where the railroad actually was. As I traced the blue line with my finger from Mississippi to Canada, my finger ran right through the state of Michigan!
Before anyone could say Michigan I was up in Grandma’s attic. As I searched I pictured a place where no master could find. A place where a slave would feel safe. As I searched frantically, I came across a wooden block. But it wasn't just a plain old wooden block. It had a string attached, and the string ran through the wall. This was it! This is how they got in the room! I pull at it, nothing moved, I pulled harder, and harder. Finally part of the wall swung open. I peered in the room, but it was too dark. So I went downstairs and got a flashlight, and April and Drew. They were so excited about the secret room I had found.
Back in the attic we came to the room, and I flipped on the flashlight. We were amazed. There was a small bed, and even some trunks that the slaves could store their belongings in. As I looked around the room, I felt apart of history. This really happened; a slave stayed a night or two here right before entering freedom.
Downstairs we told Grandma of our discovery. She smiled , “Yes, your grandma’s house was apart of the Underground Railroad. The man that sold it to me was up in age. He told me of the room, and how he helped and hosted many slaves in this very house. I discovered the room myself, but kept it hidden, hoping one day my clever grand kids would enjoy the same thrill of discovery I had”
April, Drew, and I grinned. We had found the room, and we were very proud. This was the best visit to Grandma’s ever
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