Letters for Thanksgiving

Dear Potatoes

I do wonder why I like you,

It is rather strange for me too.

You are quite versatile,

So much you make everyone smile.

They can leave you plain,

Or, with gravy, give you a stain.

They can chop you into strips,

With no escape tips,

I should give you some,

For the time’s almost come.

It’s Thanksgiving soon,

And I have a plan,

To send you off

In a hot-air-balloon!

Fly away, potato!

Lily

Dear Turkey

Why didn’t you run faster,

You’re sitting on my plate.

All you had to do,

Was jump over the garden gate!

You’re surrounded by potatoes,

All squashed together with pie,

But if I took you as a pet,

You’ll wear a red bow-tie!

So do listen up,

Cause I’ll give you advice,

Tell your friends that when we come,

Tell us to be nice!

Lily

Tintin’s Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving to all living,

And to you, Tintin too,

I’ll wish you a good day,

Filled with things you like to do.

A nice run in the sun,

A bark at the dog park,

Chasing after birds,

Like letters in the words.

Lily

The Mystery of Coco’s Snake

By Lily

Stupid X plus stupid Y equals stupid Z plus seventy-eight…. I knew that I would never finish my Algebra homework this way. But I thought I had a good reason to be annoyed. Diana had very plainly told me, “Forty-two seconds, you have, to slip on your shoes and come outside.” Then somewhere within that time, I was later told that it was thirty-eight seconds in, I had been told that my Algebra teacher just assigned us four pages of new homework that was due tomorrow. It was already evening, early evening. Around 5:00 had been when I was invited out by Diana. Now, it was 5:32 and oh…how many seconds? I thought, Forget seconds! The minutes will do! Though I knew Diana liked me to be exact with my math, I couldn’t be exact. I had lived with Diana so many years, that octopi were cnidarians if I didn’t know she would give me forty-two seconds, exactly forty-two seconds, and at the forty-third second mark, she would start waiting, usually a little ways from our homes, at 9584 Crescent Drive. Or else I would find her at Squeaky Road’s dead end. (By the way octopi are NOT cnidarians)!!

                I looked out the window of my room, and sure enough, there she was. I could see her, her long blonde hair blowing in untidy waves. She was peering at a patch of grass, where I could barely see Coco camouflaged against dried grass.

Early June, it was. The grass was just drying up, and there were only a few days of school left. Littlewick Green, England was teeming with greens, yellows, blues, and extravagant puffs of snow-white cumulus clouds.

Coco darted quickly around, leapt back, and took a strike forwards. As you may have imagined, she was the same, quick, grouchy four-legged feline I had known to be so loyal to those loved ones, and so aggressive to those of her enemies. As you could imagine, Coco belonged to Diana Reed.

Beside Coco stood a silky Retriever Pyrenees mix. Butter, I thought. Butter was another of Diana’s pets, but a dog. Named for his butter-colored coat that was golden—like a retriever but tinted with the snow-white of the Pyrenees, he watched Coco hunting intently. I laughed. Butter wanted to hunt like Coco, and he always tried. However the bell on his collar was what always gave him away.

A meow startled me. My cat, Mr. Sherlock Holmes padded swiftly in. Jumping onto the window seat, he sat down, cutting my view from Diana.

“Hey, Sherlock!” I protested.

“Mreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooow…” Sherlock protested back, wiggling and twisting, trying to get out of my grip.

I emptied him on the carpet, making him growl grouchily. Coco had vanished. In fact, so had Diana!

A loud bang on the door rattled the entire house.

So THAT’S where Diana’s been! I thought to myself. But why on earth would she come rattling on the door if she knows I won’t come out? For I knew she knew exactly what was going on. She would not come rattling on the door for no good reason when she knew I was busy. Because, though I could not say she thought everything out…she didn’t do things for no good reason, either. So why was she banging on the door?

The door opened, and I heard a murmur of voices. After a while, the door slammed shut. An engine started, and our family’s bright teal beetle pulled out of the driveway.

*

“Hello, Lucian.”

I whirled around in the seat. Diana was standing in the doorway, apparently she had padded down the hall, into my room, and then across the room and through the door into my study, all without making a sound.

“Diana!”

“English teacher mixed us up again, did you hear? She gave us one copy of reading homework, not two. Thought we were in the same family, again.” Diana seemed unconcerned about her reading homework, more concerned about our clumsy and very forgetful English teacher. “Had to photocopy it for you. Here.” She tossed a stapled stack of papers at me. “Your reading homework.”

“What—what happened to Coco?” I stammered.

“Oh, her.” Diana replied coolly. “I thought you might ask about her. She’s just been carted off in that teal insect of yours.”

“Diana!” I snapped disapprovingly. “You know I hate it when you call our car a teal insect!”

“Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, okaaaaaaaaay. I’ll stop teasing you about it.” Diana smiled. “Anyways, what’s the big deal about it? I have a purple insect.”

“Diana, we have other things to worry about.”

“Like?”

“Tell me now, what happened to Coco?”

“Okay, here’s the whole story. Coco was hunting a snake, to be exact a garter snake, also known as a grass snake, also known as a garden snake. So then, she got bitten by the grass snake—”

The telephone rang. Diana picked it up, and asked, “Hello?”

A muffled reply came back.

“What!” Diana exclaimed. “You say she went missing? Oh…okay that works. C’mon Lucian! You’re done with your homework, anyway. We’ve got to find Coco. She went missing.”

But just at 9584 Crescent drive we saw Coco. A snake was by her. And it was trying to eat her.

I jumped back in surprise.

“Lucian!” Diana barked. “Don’t you see how urgent this situation is? If you don’t get right back here, Coco is going to become snake chow!”

The snake opened his mouth, and advanced. It stopped abruptly, hissed, and slunk away.

As for me and Diana, we burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

“Well?” I asked Diana. “Your predictions were not quite correct. Coco did not become snake chow, just…attempt-snake-chow.”

“Haha. Very funny,” Diana retorted, “Let’s get Coco inside. We’ll wait for Mr. and Mrs. Read inside.”

*

One hundred sixty-two, one hundred sixty-three, one hundred sixty-four, one hundred sixty-five….

Click!

Phew! I thought to myself. Waiting for your parents to go to bed was hard. Usually when I had counted to about sixty-three was when I heard their light click off. I stared at my glow-in-the-dark watch. 9:59, okay.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick….

Ah! Exactly 10:00! I stole across the floor, and opened the window. Outside, there was an outcropping of the eaves, which I mounted easily onto. I followed the tree branch that snaked sneakily across the eaves, and climbed onto the big tree. Oh! The snake was there! I tried not to laugh; it was trying to eat a bird but was still not big enough. That was all I needed to figure out. Slowly, quietly, I crept back through the window, and decided to call Diana tomorrow, to find out just what was going on with Coco and the snake.

*

“You say you what?” Diana asked, amazed.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Okay, this seems to have taken a turn. You say the same snake was sighted at 10:00 PM last night, right?”

“Exactly. But Diana, we have to hurry. You know I still have English homework to finish.”

Oh well! Your English homework can wait. It’s like your Algebra homework. You did it all yesterday because you didn’t know today was a conference meeting day. Well, what if tomorrow was also a conference day? I mind procrastinating about my thinking, but not about homework. So its not as if I care if you procrastinated. I procrastinate even more than you do, yet I still get good grades. Like I said, I don’t care if you procrastinate!”

“Well,” I thought a bit, then finally said, “I do.”

“Well there are more important things to do than homework. That snake isn’t an existing species. No grass snake comes around paralyzing animals, and if it was a poisonous species, first of all it wouldn’t look so alike. That snake has the exact same pattern as the grass snake. But grass snakes are not poisonous. Not even paralyzing. This has to be a hybrid snake. But no more evidence shows itself. Let us go, investigate at…hmmm…where?”

“It has to be a zoo,” I remarked. “Or an animal sanctuary. There’s only one poisonous snake wild in England. Anyways Adders are hemotoxic, not paralyzing.”

“THAT’S IT!” Diana sprang out of her seat so fast the chair tipped over. “My parents were talking about some commotion at the London Zoo. It seemed to surprise them—”

“But Mrs. and Mr. Reed didn’t want to startle you, so they kept the secret as best as they could. And then you figured it out.”

“Lucian, you are really getting the hang of how to properly deal with my ideas. Interrupt me when you know what’s going to happen next. So since the London Zoo is the one that was causing this commotion, it is the zoo near enough for a snake to crawl over here, it’s the only one that makes sense. Let us go conduct the investigation now.”

“But I have English homework to do, and according to the school calendar tomorrow is not a conference day.”

Oh well!”

Not oh well.”

“Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,” Diana agreed. “But tomorrow, 3:00 AM be ready to be all set, with your shoes on, no homework excuses, and then we’ll go.”

I slipped through the door. “Bye.”

*

 The abysmally purple beetle, or, as Diana called it, the “purple insect” pulled out of the driveway, drove one block up, and paused there. I stepped quickly in, though I had never been on Diana’s beetle before. Their family usually biked to places, to help prevent so much car exhaust from mixing into clean air. But on long trips, like this one, had to be done by car. Looking around myself, I realized the difference between this car and a normal car. It had fewer dials, knobs, and buttons than a regular car, and also it was smaller than even a regular beetle. But the biggest difference was that Diana was sitting in the driver seat. She turned around and smiled at me.

“Diana!” I spluttered. “You—you don’t have a driver’s license!”

Oh well, Lucian. So what if I don’t have one, I don’t need one. Have you never realized that this is not a car? You realize that it doesn’t have a trunk? You see, we got a golf cart as a Christmas present from my Mom’s colleague, and we just renovated it into a car sort of thing. We gave it an extra row of seats, too. You don’t need a driver’s license to drive a golf cart—there!” Then Diana pressed on the accelerator and the golf cart—which I am still going to call a beetle, leapt into action.

It was, like Diana had requested, 3:00 AM in the morning. The sky was still dark, and the whole town of Littlewick Green was asleep. Sometime later, Diana reported that we were entering Maidenhead, which was also asleep. Then Slough, then Hayes, then Southall, then Brentford, then finally the outskirts of London. It had been around 35 minutes. Two minutes later we reached the more city-like part of London. About a minute later Diana pulled up outside the towering pillars of the Reptile House.

“Okay, ready?” Diana asked in a hushed whisper. I nodded and we entered in the Reptile House. Inside we lurked about in the darkness, being careful to keep in the shadows. When we were absolutely sure that nobody was around, Diana switched on a dim flashlight.

“Aha!” Even the slightest whisper of mine echoed loudly about the empty room. One of the exhibits, the Banded Krait exhibit’s glass was broken at the bottom. A wet trail glittered in the beam of Diana’s flashlight.

“That’s it!” She whispered. Then she glanced again. “Look. These are some footprints. People have been here. But evidently they weren’t following the snake. Also, the snake escaped today. But that doesn’t make sense—oh! Just under this wet trail, Lucian, do you see a dry trail? That is because it has been coming back and forth, back and forth. Probably to move some things that it needs over to its new nest in Littlewick Green.”

Suddenly, that Banded Krait slid out of the hole in the glass and slipped into the shadows. Then, it was gone.

“Lucian, I believe we have just witnessed one of the parents of the hybrid.”

“Diana, why don’t we inform the people that the Banded Krait got free?”

“Because they already know. Now, Lucian, what have you in your pockets?”

“Nothing much. An extra-large triangular paperclip, a popcorn kernel, an eraser, and a piece of wire.”

“Oh. And I have a hairpin, a mirror, a compass that comes with a magnifying glass, a tiny hole-puncher, and a thin extendable metal rod.”

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.

*

Though the hole in the glass was big, it was barely big enough. And I had barely enough time to process what was going on, to this day I don’t know exactly what happened. I had to trust Diana’s excerpt and claim, which I took to be truth. It all happened so fast, all I knew was one moment I was standing on solid ground, then I was slid lying down on a surface of smooth concrete or something like it. I found myself staring at a shard of jagged glass, then with a loud splash—the concrete was whisked away.

To my horror, I was in the Banded Krait glass case. I peered around. Through the glass, I could hardly see Diana. She hadn’t had time to hide herself; she would have to rely on keeping to the shadows.

*

The footsteps died away into muffled talking.

“Lucian!” Diana hissed. “I can’t get you out from here.”

“Diana, why—”

“Get out.” Diana’s voice was firm. “You can get out from inside. We’ve got stuff to do.” She checked her watch. “4:00.”

“Okay, what now?”

“That snake is circling in front of the golf cart. We’ve got to follow it back to Littlewick Green and send all these little snakes back.”

So we drove at a steady speed about 4 feet or so from the snake, all the way back to Littlewick Green.

When we at Squeaky Road dead end, Diana parked the beetle. She kneaded the eraser, extended the rod part way, and pushed the kneaded eraser up the rod. She unfolded the paperclip and stuck one end of it into the eraser. She fixed it on tightly with wire. “By the way, Lucian, don’t try make one of these, a makeshift snake hook won’t work unless it were very little used.” Diana picked up a bucket from the back of the car. “Ooookay. This’ll have to do.”

We slid after the Banded Krait under the hedge of blackberries, on the dust ground. Suddenly we emerged, though. The hedge was a thing of the past. A nest of snakes lay at our feet, the Banded Krait, the grass snake, and the hybrid. All of it.

*

Slowly, carefully, Diana picked up each snake in turn. We drove back to the zoo, where Diana left the bucket at the door of the staff room. On the bucket she wrote with a dry erase marker:

Returned Banded Krait Family:

This Banded Krait has been found breeding with a nonvenomous grass snake. The whole family was brought to you in case of any more outbreaks of venom among people and animals. Please note that those who caught this would rather stay anonymous rather than to be turned into a public celebrity.

Thank you for understanding

-Anonymous

*

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIING!

I smacked my alarm clock. Six already??? We were just up at five… my thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the window.

I looked that way, and my jaw dropped. It was raining outside, and Diana was on the roof outcrop.

“Hello, Lucian. I see you’ve finally procrastinated.”

I jumped in surprise. I had procrastinated. “Diana, can’t talk now,” I said hurriedly.

And again came that familiar catchphrase: “Oh well!”

A Set of Rules

By Lily

Tigers will not become bikers.

Alligators will not become skaters.

Apes will not sell grapes.

And a machine-made cat will not get paid,

Nor try to sell lemonade.

Fish will not wish.

Snakes will not bake.

Eels will not steal.

And a seal will not make a wheel,

Or try to touch steel.

Dogs will not clear fog.

Rabbits will not develop habits.

Horses will not take detours.

And raccoons will not howl at moons,

Neither will they try to blow balloons.

Lynxes will not befriend sphinxes.

Flies will not try.

Lizards will not become wizards.

And pigs will not dig,

Or at all try to wear wigs.

So what about people?

They must not eat treacle!

These rules are tools.

You know, we all need rules.

Dear Mr. Tintin

By Lily

From: Felix

To: Mr. Tintin

RE: Feeling annoyed

Place Written: Under a car

Time: 8:45 AM sharp

Date: August 31, 2021

Day: Monday

Mood: Annoyed                  

Dear Mr. Tintin:

Have you ever felt annoyed at something, and what’s annoying you doesn’t go away? Well what I do is attack it. But things get even worse when your owner doesn’t understand and says you don’t need to attack what’s annoying you!

I have had the experience, because today at 8:39 AM, the car I was taking a nap under, went BRRRRRRZZ, BRRRRRRZZ! I never heard a car sound like that! Especially this car. This car was always silent, so I could have my peace and quiet. Well today, at our staring contest, I could see your owner pulling you away, do they like cats and are you annoyed that you have to wear a string attached to your owner?

P.S: Please write back. Thank you.

                                       -Monsieur FuzzyWuzzy coat and pants

It’s Raining Lions

Rhyme Time: Rhyming Dialogue

Rhyming dialogues are discussions between a Person 1 and a Person 2. Either can end the discussion by self- ending it or purposely getting convinced. Each tries to contradict the other.

“Here comes a lion with a great mane, who roared so loudly he turned into rain.”

“You are mistaken you must be insane, for lions do not turn into rain.”

“I am using a metaphoric explanation, see him there, by the train station!”

“I will repeat my lamentation, lions do not turn into precipitation.”

“Ha ha. No need to shout so loud, the lion is just a big grey raincloud! Thus ends our conversation, with a metaphoric explanation.”

Flatlands

Rhyme Time: Rhyming Dialogue

Rhyming dialogues are discussions between a Person 1 and a Person 2. Either can end the discussion by self- ending it or purposely getting convinced. Each tries to contradict the other.

“The land is so flat, there is not one cave for even a bat!”

“I could never hear somebody so wrong, for listen, hear that bat’s song!”

“You are mistaken for bats do not sing, that must be the train’s ding-a-ling!”

“Look at the mountains that pierce the sky, how can there not be mountains up high?”

“No, it is so flat a snow leopard would groan, if you brought him here he would moan: ‘give me mountains of the highlands high, that cut jagged edges into the sky!”

“But just look at that snowcapped peak, where all is still and all is bleak!”

“You are looking at a mere hill, look, there are cows grazing on it still! If there is a farmer to farm and to till, you have to be looking at just a hill!”

“There is no farmer to farm and to till, even the clouds are cold and still!”

“You probably just need better glasses, of maybe some optical vision classes!”

“My glasses are fine, you know that too, there is no cow up there saying moo-moo.”

“You have got me stumped and I can think of no more, I guess I can see the mountain core….”

DON’T MIX UP THESE CREATURES

(THEY WON’T LIKE IT)

By Lily Liu

While I was learning about deep sea creatures, I found the Giant Isopod. What caught my eye was that they could go 5 years in the wild without eating! After doing some research, I figured they have a land relative, the woodlouse—more commonly known as the roly-poly. Here I’ve summed everything up to make this article.

What animal eats dead whales, but can go without eating for 5 years in the wild, 9 years in captivity? Well, while surfing the web, I found the answer: The Giant Isopod. These stunning creatures live in the deep sea, and that makes sense, since meals are scarce in the deep-sea. These creatures  are found in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans. Part of the Bathynomus group, Giant Isopods are the biggest Isopod species. They experience deep-sea gigantism from colder temperatures and longer lifespans. With 14 legs, large, reflective eyes, 4 sets of jaws, a segmented body, 2 antennae, and over 4,000 facets in their large compound eyes, these crustaceans may seem to be nightmares…. But they’re not! Giant Isopods do not eat people, and they do eat dead animals, quickly detecting them using chemoreception. Though they mostly eat dead animals, Giant Isopods can also prey on slow or sessile animals. When an immense number of food comes their way they eat till they can’t move, that is, until the food gets digested. Giant Isopods are known to be light brown or pale lilac in color. If you want to know where this info came from, check out one or both of these: https://www.aquariumofpacific.org/onlinelearningcenter/species/giant_isopod and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1EXdpH3XY8

        But wait—Giant Isopods have a land relative, known as the woodlouse. Woodlice live in groups under bark, and in dark, damp places. Though the woodlouse is 18-35cm shorter than the 19-36cm long Giant Isopod, it doesn’t mean that the Giant Isopod’s land relative has to be giant too, right? The woodlouse is about 1 cm long, and is grey, brown, and black and usually a bit shiny on the outside. It can roll into a ball, looking almost exactly like a half-centimeter-long black bead when threatened. It is the only “terrestrial isopod”, meaning it is the only isopod that lives on land. It has a shell exoskeleton which it molts in two stages for a bigger exoskeleton. They have 14 segments, live in forests worldwide, and have over 3 nicknames. They are not eaten by humans. There are over 3,000 species of woodlice discovered. They do their job as decomposers by feeding on rotting plants. However they do sometimes eat young saplings, but don’t worry, they don’t spread diseases. Their predators include toads, spiders, centipedes, and millipedes. Females lay around 24 eggs and keep them in a pouch, which means, they are marsupial. Young woodlice are cared for till they’re independent, and then they go wherever they please.

I think it’s important to research these creatures because they wouldn’t like being mixed up. You’d suffocate a giant isopod by putting it under bark, and you’d drown a woodlouse by throwing it into the sea. I hope this article has informed you that these creatures aren’t nightmares. They are both innocent to humans and it’s something we should know.

GIANT ISOPOD HUNTING CRAB
WOODLOUSE PROFILE VIEW

Again if you want proof I wasn’t making these things up, check out these links:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjX2pO6irGg, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ir_Sduppvc, or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BoyAL5gkncc

Stormy Seas

By Lily Liu

The stormy sea,

Near the sandy shore,

Out in the ocean

Near to me.

The rules not heeded,

They thought lifeboats were

Not needed.

The ocean’s proved them wrong

While its singing its song.

The raging storm

It would not stay put,

No, not even letting peace

Set foot.

The sky’s dark,

And now it’s night.

But through the clouds,

There’s no hint of moonlight.

The world’s pitch black,

Calmness isn’t coming back.

No, not now,

No, not ever.

But please not forever.

Oak

There was an old tree,

Who was planted near the sea,

She endured all the seasons,

But ne’er with any reasons.

And oak was the name of the tree.

The Adventures of Flump and Mira

By Lily Liu

Chapter One

            One day, when a huge flood was taking place on an island off the west coast of Canada, a flying sheep,  who was cold, and rather wet glided soundlessly over the clear waters. He wanted a home, so he decided to look  for one from the sky. As he watched,  a pointy thing with a pointy top floated up. The flying sheep decided to check it out. He slid down smoothly and landed by the pointy thing. It was only then he realized it was a boathouse, and not a pointy thing. There was a large sign, and it said: Meteorologist’s Boathouse.

          “Mee-tee-oor-ool-oo-giests,” He read, “boo-ate-who-see? Wait no, that doesn’t sound right. I remember an older sheep telling another sheep that E-O-R in this word makes the sound ee-or, as in the word meteor. Wait! I know! The word meteor is in the word meteorologist! Hey! I just figured it out! The first word is meteorologist! And the next word…. I remember learning about boats. Boats are dangerous to flying sheep. So the first part of this word is boat. And then my teacher took us on a field trip to a hooman neighborhood. There were houses, so the second word is boathouse. The sign says meteorologist’s boathouse. Now I’ll go inside.”

          When the flying sheep went inside, he realized the owner of the boathouse was away. All he saw was a page of a kid’s homework, an open journal, a TV, and a weather map with magnets to mark the weather. On the kid’s homework, he saw a spot for a name. The spot was not filled in, so he decided to name himself.

          He opened a random book and read, “FLUMP. With a funny, muffled sort of thump….” For this book was Harry Potter. “I want to be called FLUMP! I will call myself FLUMP!” Flump announced proudly. He flipped to the front cover. “This book is called Hairy Pawter and the Sorkerer’s Stone!”

          Then he saw the journal. The writing looked like the entry had been hastily written. Flump looked at it and tried hard to read it:

          Tuesday, August 14, 2046

            The flood here in Canada is very harsh.  With strong winds and heavy rain, I doubt many houses will survive to the end of the flood. Many people have storm cellars, but even so, the cellars may leak, and then all would be disastrous. I hate to think what will happen after the

            And the entry ended there.