THE ACORN TREE AND OTHER FOLKTALES

narrator: an old woman lived in a little hut deep in the forest. she was so poor that all that she had to eat was the acorns she gathered each day from the forest floor.

Woman:what was that? Why, its an acorn!

Narrator:the acorn kept growing soon it was a very nice tree

woman: I shall have to cut a hole in the roof

narrator: the tree grew tall and got acorns so the old woman climbed up and up (climbing actions) scene change

woman: I have reached a cloud I think I shall climb onto it

rooster: cock a doodle doo! I am giving you this grinding mill

woman: what grinding mill?

Rooster: this one (moves aside revealing grinding mill) I will come to

woman: okay after all it will make good bread

narrator: so they went down to the hut

scene change

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narrator: it was already supper time when they were in the hut as the old woman put acorns into the grinding mill the what should have been flour there was a Delicious feast.

Woman: rooster! Come get your food.

Narrator: there was a rich man in the forest.

Rich man: (knocking actions)

woman: why hello do come in and join us for supper

rich man: why thank you I certainly will.

Narrator: soon after the rich man left the old woman took a nap

rich man: I will get that grinding mill (riding away)

narrator: so the rich man snuck into the old womans house and stole the sky blue grinding mill

rooster: (following) cock a doodle do give us back our sky blue grinding mill

rich man: no! Cook throw him in the well!

Cook: yes sir

rooster: little beak little beak drink water (drink water)( following ) cock a doodle do give us back our sky blue grinding mill

rich man: no! Cook! Put him in the fire!

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cook: yes sir!

Rooster: little beak little beak pour water

narrator: the rooster reached the rich mans house

where the rich man was having dinner with his friends

rooster: ( standing on rich mans plate ) rich man rich man! You are a thief

(all unused characters out of costumes run away shouting we don't want to be friends with a thief ! )

rooster: now that rich man is gone after his friends he won't be here to protect our sky blue grinding mill

narrator: the rooster went back to the old womans house

rooster: old woman wake up!

The rich man took your grinding mill but he just left so you can take it back

old woman: thank you rooster

I will go get it right now

rooster: I will go with you

narrator: and off they went

and when they got back they had a marvolous supper

The thirsty crow

crow: Caw! Caw! I will drink that nice cool water then I won't be thirsty any more

narrator: the crow tried to take a drink but the water in the jug was too low

crow: Caw! Caw! What will I do I am so very thirsty and I can't reach the water! Aha! How many pebbles will it take to make the water rise high enough? 1 2 3 4 5 …....

hurray! It is high enough caw caw I am happy now. it was good water!

Narrator: clever crow!

foxes and flattery

 Feb 13 2009

Foxes And Flattery dear diary …... Once upon a time…NOT! Yesterday I was walking through the barnyard heading for the chicken coop. I had been told to collect some eggs from our old speckled hen, Felicity. When I noticed a peacock strutting across a nearby field. I stopped, because I figured that since I had a school project on peacocks, I might as well try to find out what he was doing. Its not like the eggs will walk away I thought. So I followed him and this is what I saw....

He was perched on a big gray rock with a piece of cheese in his beak, when suddenly a stench so foul reached my nose that it made my hair stand on end. Its the cheese I realized, its so old its gone bad and smelly! Just then a fox appeared seemingly out of nowhere so silent and stealthy I don't think even a dog could have heard him.

The fox stood there for a minute or two gazing longingly at the cheese, his mouth watering with anticipation and then he spoke. “My dear dear friend,” he slyly said. “Your tail feathers are gorgeous shades of blue, gold, and red. Your intelligent black eyes, how enchanting.” The bird puffed itself up quite pleased of himself and happy because of the praise, as the fox drawled cleverly on while creeping closer and closer to the rock until he stopped right in front of it. I was shocked an animal talking? I pinched myself “ouch!” Nope definitely not dreaming. it still hurts! the fox spoke again, this time looking right up at the bird. “I'm sure,” said the fox cunningly “that if you look this good why, your voice must seem as if an angel were singing instead of a bird. Do sing me a note, please do,” said the fox imploringly. The poor bird woke up suddenly from his day dreaming and came back to the real wold. “Wait a second!” He cried. “I know this trick! Your trying to get me to open my... oops!” But it was to late, the piece of cheese tumbled from the open mouth of the bird and right past the snapping jaws of the waiting fox! “You stupid bird!” crowed the fox, “you thought you would never fall for a foxes trick didn't you!

Well, my dad is considered the wisest animal in the forest!” It was then that I realized he was only a cub. He paused to gobble up the cheese. “Yuck!' He said, “this cheese is as bad as... um.. as bad as.. uh.... as bad as if the only meat there was is a turtle that you cant reach through those ridiculous shells of theirs!” And with that, he turned around and just as quietly as before disappeared. As I started down the road toward home, I had a lot to think about and I still do, but I think that the most important lesson from this is, don't fall for flattery, and stay away from foxes. Oh yeah when I got back I spent practically the whole after noon chasing down runaway eggs it turns out that not only can animals talk but eggs can also run and fast!                

Alice in wonder land

once upon a time, there was a little girl named Alice

who was siting on a branch, swinging her legs as she

listened to her sister reading, out loud. her pet cat Dinah

was on her lap, and Alice was stroking her, she peeked into the book her sister was reading. there were no pictures or conversations in it! And of what use is a book, thought Alice if it has no pictures or conversations

in it, by now she had finished stroking Dinah and was making a daisy chain the middles of the flowers reflected the golden sunlight shining through Alice's

golden brown hair she let her mind drift she found her self imagining her own little world where nothing makes sense what woke her from her day dreams was a white rabbit with a little bit of pink around its eyes pass by and strangely enough she wasn't surprised in the least

when the rabbit spoke     

ALL BECAUSE OF A BRACELET

ALL BECAUSE OF A BRACELET

By Courtney lynch

CHAPTER ONE

MY STORY

It all started one day [it was the second of January I think] when I was walking in the park with my dog. Something felt wrong. I looked at my wrist and gasped! “ My bracelet is missing!” I said.

It was a beautiful bracelet, gold chain glittered with silver sparkles,little charms made of bronze, silver and gold were hung on it. It was the only thing in the world that truly belonged to me. Well, I can't really say that; it was the only thing besides my talent for ballet. You see, my parents died when I was two. I had no relatives, no money and there was no orphanages any where for miles around.

So I fled to the woods. Now you might think that a little two year old wouldn't stand a chance in the woods without company but I can assure you, I was fine. I grew up there till I was five, and was found by the town's new ballet teacher who took me in and found my talent for dancing. So I became a professional ballet dancer. I collected and saved the money I earned and bought the bracelet.

The bracelet was special and I just couldn't stand the thought of leaving it behind for someone else to find! I told my dog to stay and went back along the path to get it. As I turned around I saw it on the path shining in the sun. I bent down to grab it. Suddenly I heard a yelp! When I turned back around bracelet in hand I couldn't see my dog any where! He had been kidnapped! Oh, sorry,dog-napped. I quickly called the detective agency and asked for help. “ NO! I'm too busy to search for some dog!”

yelled a grouchy voice ] who I assumed was the detective.] So I decided to look for him myself.

CHAPTER TWO

SEARCHING

I called and called,I threatened,I coaxed, finally I gave up three days later when my dog [named snowy] still hadn't shown up I decided to try at the detective agency again. “ FINE!” said the detective. [ but he still didn't sound to happy.] “ Only don't expect me to find any thing!” “Oh thank you!” I said, feeling very relived. “I'll meet you at the park tomorrow at 7:00” he said, [still sounding grouchy] “ If you don't arrive on the dot then the deal's off!” “Okay” I said and ended the call.

CHAPTER THREE

SNOWY

I apologize for the last chapter. It was pretty short.

Anyways back to the story.....

I arrived at the park one minute early so I could be sure I would be there on time.

Through the trees I saw a white van with the bright red logo of the detective agency on the side. I looked at my watch. Sure enough at the exact same time as the needles turned to 7:00

he parked, and walked leisurely over the appointed meeting place. “ Lets get to work!” he said [grouchy as always] “ the sooner we find that dog the sooner I can stop looking for it!”

and so we did. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the detective started getting less and less grouchy and more and more jumpy.

He stammered uneasily every time I found any thing that might be a clue as to who the dog-napper was, and had this guilty look about him all the time. It got to a point when I didn't need any clues to help me know who snowy's dog-napper was. That night [september 22] I decided to follow him home. I put one hand on my other wrist so that the sound of the charms jangling on my bracelet would be muffled. He kept turning around as if he knew that I was following him and I had to keep dodging behind trees all the way! When he opened the door a dog jumped out at him barked,growled, looked up,ran toward me knocked me over and.......

covered my face with kisses! “ snowy!” I exclaimed “ I found you! Well you found me actually but it doesn’t matter!” angrily I turned to the detective. “ what have you to say for yourself?!” I demanded.

CHAPTER FOUR

CONCLUSIONS

I'm sorry but I didn't have enough room to finish

the story on the other page.

I'll back up a bit so you know were we are.....

“ What have you to say for yourself?!” I demanded. “ the thing is” said the detective crossly “I'm tired of the fact that you get all of the fame and I get none!” I slowly pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. Amazingly enough, it wasn't damaged from when Snowy knocked me onto the sidewalk. “ If you don't leave right now,” I said nervously “ then I call the police.” Nervous or not, it must have sounded convincing because the detective ran!

Later when I was back at home I found out that the window had been smashed. Tied to the rock in amongst the shards of broken glass was a note written in red ink it said: I'LL BE BACK!

OLD BLOG LINK

I couldn't remember the user name or password for my old blog so I had to make a new one.
here is the link for my other one.

http://courtneylynchsfamily.blogspot.com/