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Bad Bear

by Gracey - 3rd Grade

 

At the end of the night

 a bear came and bears

were coughing and running

and had big, bad hairs.

 

In Arizona it happened

the bear had a pain in his neck.

He was growling and yelling, so

a bird came out and pecked.

 

During the mid-day,

beavers came with their moms

cows came out to moo, and the raccoon

cheered loud and shook their pom-poms.

 

By nightfall with the bear still in pain

all this commotion didn't do a thing

a snake approached and wrapped upon his neck

and with that squeeze he felt like a king.


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Sparkling Spider Spit

by BreElle - 4th grade

 

One time a spider spit, sparkling spit

it was freaky, because it

was black and white

I thought I was going to have a fit

(It was such a sight!)

 

I screamed for help my

mom came to calm me down.

Then she ran me to her tent

and made my dad dress up like a clown.

 

But then I went back out of

the tent and the spider spit was gone.

I was surprised...stunned, in fact,

I told my mom, "I hope it stays away until the dawn."

 

So, I didn't see the spit until

I cam upon this rock

and sure enough there it

was right by a sock.

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Bug Parts

by Aspen - 5th grade

 

One day walking to school

I come across a bug

he looked so tired

and was slower than a slug.

 

Looking through my desk

and many many books

I come across this bug again

man he has some good looks.

 

Now having some

lunch, on some rocks

the little bug and his friend

sits there and clucks.

 

While getting dressed

I hear myself say, "Oh Dear, oh dear!

and I realize

he was there.

 

It was getting old

meeting this fellow

it almost seemed

as if he were yellow.

 

I can feel his juicy hands

crawling up my spine

as I take  test

I can't write a line.

 

I'm getting tired

of saying hi

so I squished him up

and said "Good Bye"

 

Now I'm old and smell like mold

I come to see

that he was

really quite glee.

 

And now I am disappointed

I shouldn't have killed him

he was so patient and good to me

and he was really really slim.

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The Whiskers on a Rattlesnakes Chin

by Kendal - 6th grade

 

I was walking down the road

when I saw a rattler with whiskers

she tried to bite me

but boy I'm glad I missed her.

 

The little snake curled back up

gave me a little hiss

she tried to bite me once more

and I said calm down miss.

 

I asked why she was tryin' to bite me

she said cause wheres your whiskers

I said I ain't got any

cause I'm just a little mister.

 

she said OK lets get this straight

how 'bout we go on a date

I said pardon me miss

but ain't it kinda late.

 

She tried to strike me again

so I stomped her 'till she was thin

and friends here is the end

no more whiskers on a rattlesnakes chin.

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Salmon Fur

by Daphne - 9th Grade

 

The fish in Alaska are quite unusual

we went to Alaska for a little trip

while we were there we found some things

like some kinds of fish that will give you a slip.

 

Have you ever seen a salmon with fur?

I bet you have not for they are very rare.

I was gonna bring one home for you

but, poor thing, got eaten by a bear.

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Desert Sun

by Nevada - 10th grade

 

I was riding my stead through the hot desert

when I came across a turkey feather

I wondered why a turkey would be out here

when I remembered they come out in storm weather.

 

I followed the track of this pesky bird

when I came across a herd of them

they were all tired of the desert sun

with no grass to eat, they were all chewing on a stem.

 

I chased these birds with intention to get lunch

then I found a weak on with no wing

I asked myself if I wanted to be this cruel

when I decided not to eat the stupid ol' thing!

 

It started to become a long day

then I pulled out my shotgun

I chased them turkeys for a mile or two

and kept chasing them all the way into the desert sun.

 

I finally caught up with gobblers

then I set my sights on fat juicy one

He tried ducking and diving but couldn't get away,

I shot him right between the eyes and then I was done!

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Snail Snot

by Troy - 11th grade

 

My friend asked me

"what the heck is that?

that slimy green stuff

that's all over the mat?"

 

I tried explaining

"that's snail snot, you see"

but he looked at me in amazement and said

"How can this be".

 

I told him the story

about the green stuff on the floor

"It came in over there,

through that hole in the door."

 

It waddled over to the mat

and let out a loud "ka-choo!"

Man, had you been standing there

you would have had snot, all over you!"

 

My friend stood there in shock

"I've never heard a snail sneeze!

Please explain yourself

would you, please"

 

"Oh, when a snail sneezes,

it sure stirs up hell!

I'm sure if it sneezed again

he would finish the crack in the Liberty Bell."

 

"If they can sneeze so violent,"

my friend said with a confused look on his face,

"how come I couldn't hear him sneeze

over at my place?"

 

"It takes a special person,

to hear such a thing,

to hear such a sneeze

that would make church bells ring."

 

"And now I've come to the end of my story,

I have but one thing to confess.

I've never heard a snail sneeze

and I have no clue what made this mess!"

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Whiskers on a Rattlesnake's chin

by Alyssa - 12th grade

 

Swaying easily in the sweet sunny summer breeze,

the whiskers on his scaly brown speckled chin

are rugged and slightly unkempt because

over years of hard winters, they've grown a little thin.

 

This venomous reptilian rattler has

fought many fierce battles in his time

He has devoured more than a few furry critters,

but I'm afraid he won't get away with this crime.

 

As my Grandma was hanging her clothes

on the line out in that summer wind to dry,

she discovered him just sunbathing there--

she jumped nearly ten feet and let out quite a cry.

 

Now my Grandpa was out there with the shovel--

he was going to knock him upside the head

he was chasing down this sneaky little snake,

and pretty soon the diamondback would be dead.

 

My Grandpa had the creature cornered.

Coiled tightly and prepared to strike

the brute took his last long breath

before my Grandpa said, "Take a hike!"

 

The other day I found the old rattles

in a box out in the front room hall

and I remembered that hot July day

when the great snake took his fall.

 

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