Neptune Jr. by Justin (5th grade)
When I say “Neptune,” what do you think of? That's right: you would think about the planet, or the god. What you don't think about is Neptune Jr., son of Neptune. He is hard to miss. He had rainbow colored scales and green flippers and is very spiky. He's the shape of the Loch Ness monster, however, it's not him. Even if he’s hard to miss, he is rare to find. He hibernates every 5 years for 10 years and in the 5 years he's awake he hunts for cod.
He rose from his cave in 1642 to find a school of cod to eat. He found an army of cod in one year. He spent another year tracking them knowing where they would be at what time, then he attacked.
He came to the shallowest part of where they would be and buried himself in the sand. When the fish were over him, he sprang out of the sand, removed his scales exposing his spikes, shook his head, twisted his body and moved around violently. His spikes killed some of the cod and he ate them aggressively, but he only ate ¼ of the cod army. The cod never came to that area again, so Neptune Jr. had to do something different. He went to the deepest part of where the cod would be. When the fish were over him, he rose from the darkness and ate the fish. Only 9 survived.
“ I had enough,” he said, and went to hibernate once again
Later, in 1969, a ship accidentally dropped a nuke over his cave and it exploded.
An Unusual Pair- A Squiggle Story by Alyssa (8th grade)
One afternoon in late June, two very different animals swam about a Scottish lake. One was a little brown corgi, cheerfully doggie-paddling toward the middle of the lake. The other was a Loch Ness monster.
Contrary to what most humans believe, there were many Loch Ness monsters, though they did not think of themselves as monsters. Nessie’s clan lived in a Scottish lake, and they were quite happy there, even with the humans carefully watching the waters.
On this particular afternoon, Nessie was itching to travel closer to the shore. Even without feet, she could easily move through the water. Water travel was in her blood.
Nessie was casually drifting through the waves when she saw something in the distance. As it neared closer, she came to a strange conclusion: was this food? Yes, it was food, but - friendly? Nessie was very confused.
The corgi, however, was anything but confused. Stella was absolutely terrified of the green beast before her. She was almost certain this scaly thing was going to eat her. Stella started to swim away, but Nessie stopped her.
“I’m not going to eat you,” Nessie told the friendly food. “You seem rather nice, in fact. Do you have a name?”
“My name is Stella,” replied the little brown corgi reluctantly. “You’re really not going to eat me?”
“No,” Nessie confidently declared. “You look delicious-” Stella yelped at this, “-but I will not. In fact, would you like to be my friend?”
Stella paused for a moment. This creature - which was most likely the Loch Ness Monster, as she had overheard conversations from her human - seemed trustworthy, but she could not be sure. “Can I trust you?”
“I’m not sure why you wouldn’t,” said Nessie. “Can I come back to shore with you?”
“That would probably be unwise,” Stella commented. “My human thinks you don’t exist. But he does live here full-time, so I can visit you.”
“I would love that,” Nessie smiled. She would have jumped for joy if she had, you know, any feet.
So every day, the little brown corgi and the Loch Ness named Nessie met each other in the middle of the lake. To this day, they still have delightful conversations as best friends forever.
Freddy and the Great White Shark
By: Julia (6th grade)
“Go Freddy, go Freddy!” cheered the crowd at the Summer Olympics “Track and Surf” event. 18 year old Freddy had just finished the long jump, and was in the lead by 50 points. The competitors were about to move on to the hurdles, which is by far the most dangerous part of the “Track and Surf” event.
Freddy swam over to his lane, and hopped onto his surfboard. Then, he got in position, and waited for the event to commence.
“On your mark, get set, go!” shouted the starter. And with that, Freddy kicked off on his surfboard, and started surfing as fast as he possibly could. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. Freddy had seen the hurdle, and had a short panic attack. The hurdle was a ginormous Great White Shark, laying there with a large smirk on his face.
“I can do this,” thought Freddy. He pushed off again, and went speeding towards the jaws of the Great White Shark.
The daring athlete got ready to jump. He put his hand on his surfboard and jumped as high as he possibly could.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Freddy screamed. He accidentally forgot to time his jump, and was heading straight into the mouth of the giant shark.
He landed right in between the sharp, pointy teeth of the shark, and within a second, went down the shark’s throat.
The crowds stopped cheering, some even started waving their hands and yelling things like “Freddy has been eaten alive!” or “Stop the race, stop the race!” Even with all of the ruckus they caused, the officials still didn’t hear, and they went on to the end of the event.
Then, all of a sudden, the craziest sight met the crowd's eyes. Green slime was coming out of the shark who had eaten Freddy’s giant jaws! And guess what was in the middle of all that green slime? Freddy!!! And with a huge splash, Freddy fell into the water, and the officials rushed to help him.
After that crazy experience, the Olympic board of commissioners went on to cancel the rest of the “Track and Surf” events all around the world.
“It was just too dangerous, although it definitely attracted some huge crowds,” explained commissioner Laura Huff.
Freddy then continued on with his dream to become a famous athlete, and decided to compete in the Bobsledding events at the Winter Olympics. He never surfed or went to the ocean again, as he was much too afraid that the same thing would happen all over again. Besides, life is so much better without a little risk.
Fern, by Penelope (6th grade)
Fern opened her big, clear eyes for the first time. She looked around the large open space away from the trees, with dandelions and fireflies landing and rising from the forest floor. She struggled to get onto her tiny paws, but finally managed to get a good grip on the earth. She slowly made her way over to the forest, not knowing what lay before her. Fern was a newborn and she only knew one thing so far: she was alone. For there was no other fox in sight.
Fern collapsed back onto the ground, whimpering in a high pitched squeak. Her fur rose on end as she felt a movement underneath her. She sprung up, and puffed out her big fluffy tail. She had landed on a firefly! She sniffed it cautiously, and then started toying with it. She batted at it in the air, and caught it in her mouth. She immediately spat it out, trying to get the awful taste off of her tongue. But leaves wouldn’t do it. She growled at the slobbered-on-firefly as it floated away. This taught her another lesson: Not everything is edible.
Fern continued through the forest, winding through trees and... collapsing on the ground every few minutes or so. But she had gotten much better at walking since when she first tried. Her ears twitched as she heard sounds of all different kinds. Howls, chatters, hoots, and so on. She knew something called Danger shared the forest with her.
She spotted a steep slope, and headed the opposite direction from where she had come. Suddenly, out of the shadows came a hunter. He stared at her for a very long time, deciding if he should shoot her or not. Fern, afraid, started sprinting as fast as she could, back at the direction she was going. The bright full moon’s beams shot through the canopy onto her red fur, making it glow with moonlight. Her paws pounded on the leafy ground with no flaw. She darted past small hidden creatures in the bushes, watching her. Her heart raced, like her paws, too. Then she slipped, and fell down the steep, steep, dangerous slope. There she lay at the bottom, unconscious.
Fern came to, with the sweet scent of fresh juicy meat in the air. She tried to get up, but her legs were sore and bruised from the great fall. The rocky ledges of the cliff were spiked out, so she had wounds on her body too. She came up with the idea to crawl over with her front legs to get to the freshly killed carcass. Her body ached with pain as she moved, but she would do anything for just a little bit of food because she was really hungry. She hadn’t eaten in a day since she had been left in the clearing of the meadow. She reached the big carcass and began eating. She was extremely grateful for whatever had killed the deer, even if it wasn’t for her.
Many days passed. Each filled with suffering, accomplishment, and learning. Fern was learning to survive by herself in the mountainous forest. It was hard, but in the end she rose above the ground. She had learned many other things too, like how to talk! But this day in particular was different…
Fern walked along a fallen tree trunk while sniffing the moist moss growing on top of it. The sun was shining through the canopy of trees. It was a lovely day, and she noticed it. Since she was old enough to understand things, she had been wanting a family so badly. She didn’t know what a family was, but she felt like she wasn’t supposed to be on her own all the time. She hoped she could get a family on this nice day. She leaped off the log without a sound and continued through the forest.
She was looking for a place to sleep for the night, because it was getting to be twilight. She slowled her pace as she finally found a nice place with a group of trees leaned into each other. She went under it, and curled up as the moon rose. Her eyelids became heavy, and then she fell into a calming sleep.
Fern awoke with two other foxes looking at her. They were adults. She had never ever seen another one of her kind before, so this made her excited. She was still a little nervous as she got up.
“What are you doing here on your own?” the female one said.
“Where’s your family?” the male asked. Fern looked concerned. Should she have one? And if she did, like the male said, where was it?
“I-I-I don’t know,” Fern replied. “I was born in this forest, and no fox other than me was around. I’m an orphan.” The two adults looked afraid.
“Poor little fox!” they both said. They picked her up by the scruff of her neck and carried her back in the cave. “We’ll be your family! We’ve been wanting cubs for years!”
Fern’s eyes lit up. She had only just met these other foxes, but she was starting to like them and they had invited her into their family!
“Yes please!” Fern said excitedly. “I’ve never had a family before! Life will be much easier with one!” She jumped up and down. Her new parents grinned at her.
From that day on, life was easier for Fern. She felt loved and safe from all of the dangers of the forest. She had never felt better in her whole entire life.
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