Etna Elementary School

Where we Think, Learn, Achieve, & Care

http://etna.lcsd2.org

April 2010

ierantoni’s Place

Welcome Back!
I hope your family had a wonderful Spring Break. We are back in session and ready to finish the year out
strong. Here are a couple of “Spring Thoughts” for you to consider.

Gifted and Talented Identification

We are starting the process of evaluating students to see if they can be identified as academically Gifted
and Talented. There are three possible ways (paths) your child could be considered for a Gifted and
Talented evaluation:
Path 1: Using an assessment all students take twice a year called the Measures of Academic Progress
(MAP). Teachers are looking for students who are in the 98 percentile in two subject areas. Those
students are automatically referred through our Building Intervention Team (BIT) for an intelligence test
to see if they qualify. Parents will be invited to be active participants in this process.
Path 2: Those who do not meet the Path 1 initial qualification, but the classroom teacher feels they may
be gifted, are referred to the BIT for consideration. The BIT will review each student and decide whether
or not to make a referral for evaluation. If there is a decision to move forward, the student will be given
an academic test to see if he/she qualifies. Just like in Path 1, parents will play an active role in this path.
Path 3: Parents who would like to have their child considered will follow the same process as in Path 2. I
encourage any parent who would like to pursue this to visit with their child’s current classroom teacher to
start the process.
Since this is the first year, we anticipate this process to be a little slow as we get each step down. We
thank you in advance for your patience.

Parent Input on Student Placement

Can you believe that there are only eight weeks left in the school year? If you thought the beginning of the
year went fast, wait until the end starts to wind down. I am already receiving letters from parents about
student placement for next year. With the addition of Gifted and Talented Identification for the 2010-
2011 school year, student placement becomes a little more complicated. If you are considering making a
suggestion for placement, please keep the following in mind:
• Every classroom in each grade level offers the same exposure to the curriculum.
• When classroom assignments are made for the following year, it involves a time intensive process to
make sure students are considered individually for how they will succeed based on teaching style, learning
style, interaction with peers in the classroom, student strengths, and teacher strengths.
• We cannot honor more than one request per student.
• Parent input is one determining factor and not the determining factor in placement. While we work hard
to honor requests, it does not always happen. Teachers, along with myself, take the above listed factors
into account when it comes to placing all students in classrooms.
• Parent input needs to be turned in to the office in writing by the end of the school day on May 7, 2010.
Any requests received after that date, including requests made once the class lists have been posted, will
not be honored.
Calendar
4/12-13 Be Wise Beware
4/13,14,20,21,27,28 After School Enrichment Classes: 2:37 p.m. - 3:40 p.m.
4/16 Celebrating the Arts Entries Due
4/16 5th Grade Field Trip to OregonTrail Center in Montpelier
4/19-23 Literacy Week
4/23 Celebrating the Arts Awards Presentations at 1:45 p.m.
4/26 Mastery Camp Activity: Sketching Nature and GPS Scavenger Hunt
5/3-7 Teacher Appreciation Week
5/6 Science Fair Entries Delivered to School
5/7 Science Fair Presentations beginning at 8:00 a.m.
5/10 SVHS Swing Club Assembly
5/11 4th Grade Rendezvous
5/5,12 After School Enrichment Classes: 2:37 p.m. - 3:40 p.m.
5/14 End of AR Term
5/17 Mastery Camp Activity: Parent/Student Cookout
5/26 Awards Ceremony at 1:00 p.m.
5/27 Field Day 8:15-10:15
5/27 Last Day of School

Congratulations!

Aaron Lechner Cassidy Post

has earned has earned the
Honors Indian
Reader. Paintbrush
and the Award
Indian
Paintbrush
Award
Congratulations to Tiffanie White, Etna’s
SchoolMall.com winner. She was presented
with “Joe Bot the Robot” by Dr Hudson, SchoolMall.
com Coordinator.

Martin Park has been named a winner of the Wyoming Agriculture in the Classroom
2010 Bookmark Contest! He will be recognized at the award celebration in Cheyenne and also
at the Wyoming State Fair. Part of his winnings include PRCA rodeo tickets and a visit to the State
Capitol and Wyoming Hereford Ranch. Great job, Martin!
 Etna Archery Team Takes 1st in State!

Etna Elementary placed first among Wyoming elementary schools in the National Archery in the Schools
program for the second consecutive year! In the girls’ division, McKenna Johnson placed first overall with Isabella
Currie at second and Trisha Richards taking fourth. Etna boys took the top five places with Jason Hutchinson at first,
Alexander Fluckiger placing second, Jared Bianco in third place, Kyle Carter taking fourth, and Jaden Clark in fifth
place. Other contributing members of the team were Sierra Brunkhardt, McKinley Bateman, Faith Hovivian, Jason Bird,
Ethan Rasmussen, Dawson Cullinan, Cody Carter, Luis Almanza, Klayton Clark, Aaron Lechner, Jack Doornbos, Noah
Hutchinson, David Hovivian, and Trenton McNeel. Team members are now preparing for the national competition in
Louisville, Kentucky on May 6-8, 2010. Congratulations and Good Luck to our Etna Archery Team!

Now
in
Etna! Would you like FREE Dinner and Babysitting
with Great Classes?

WHEN: Love and Logic parenting classes begin on Wednesday nights: 4/7, 4/14, 4/21, 4/28, 5/5,
5/12, 5/19

TIME: 6:00 – 8:00 p.m. Dinner is from 6:00-6:30, class starts at 6:30

WHERE: Etna Elementary School. Enter through the main doors.

COST: FREE! Space is limited, so sign up to reserve a spot.

INSTRUCTOR: Diana Whitney, School Psychologist; Carmela Demler, Speech Language Pathologist
REGISTER: Call Kathy Elliot at 885-7145 with the following information:

Number of adults and children for dinner & ages of children for babysitting

“Becoming a Love and Logic Parent” is a parent-training program that teaches an easy, low-stress way to
communicate with your children and discipline using love and logic techniques.
For questions or additional information call Kathy Elliot at 885-7145.

These classes are sponsored by Lincoln County School District #2 Title One program.
 Etna Enrichment Express!
Many students at Etna Elementary have enjoyed some
great classes offered for Etna Enrichment Express. We
would like to extend a huge THANK YOU to all of
the community members who have volunteered their
time to assist with these classes in the past two months.
Thanks to Brenda Ashworth of the Star Valley
Conservation District for teaching our “Dairy”licious
class in February and our Giant Map Class in March.
We also appreciate Brenda and the Farm Bureau
providing our March snacks. Thanks to Shane Crook
of Crook Farms for welcoming our Dairy class. Thanks
to the Wyoming National Geographic Alliance and
the Wyoming National Guard for sponsoring our
giant map. Thanks to Neal and Mary Kiehne, of the
National Archery in the Schools Program, along with
Jeremie Richards, David Currie, and Jay Caftaline, for
their guidance in our Archery classes and leading our
students to achieve a state championship. Thanks to Star
Valley Search and Rescue, Star Valley Ski-Doo, Rob
Hoff, and Dave Daniels for sharing their knowledge
with our Snowmobile class in March. Thanks to
Shar Perry of the UW Extension Office for teaching
Boondoggles. Thanks to Don Delong of the US Forest
Service and Ann Maki for sharing their vast knowledge
and experiences with our More Wonderful Wildlife
class in April. Thanks to Robin Bailey for helping
students prepare to publish their own books. Thanks to
Rick from Warfield Fossils for adding so much to our
Fossils class. Thanks to all the guest presenters who
shared information about their exciting careers and
led activities for our Investigations Plus class. We had
Terry Davis (a knife maker), Jody Gardner (a detective),
Karl Scherbel (a surveyor), Sarah Hale (a reporter), and
Mary Ann Christensen taught the kids about her career
in fingerprinting and forensics. Finally, thanks to all
the teachers, paraprofessionals and students at Etna
Elementary for supporting this program.
We are beginning to send home “Brain Bags”
with select students each week. We have many
different backpacks - each filled with enrichment
activities centered in a different theme. Students will
be able to choose which Brain Bag they would like to
take home on either Wednesday or Thursday and they
will be expected to return it to the library the following
Tuesday morning. Each student must return a ticket
signed by himself/herself and their parent, so please
watch for these tickets to come home. Tickets will need
to be signed and returned to the child’s teacher as soon
as possible to take advantage of this opportunity.
The next session of Etna Enrichment Express
will be April 13, 14, 20, 21, 27, and 28. Watch for
registration forms to be sent home on April 5 with lots
of exciting new classes.

The Star Valley Arts Council is
sponsoring the Missoula Children’s
Theater coming to our valley the week
of May 3-8th. All students, ages K-12
are invited to attend auditions which
will be held at the Thayne Elementary
on Monday, May 3rd at 4:00 p.m. The
play this year is ROBINSON CRUSOE
and more than a third of the parts are
designed for kids ages 13-18, so we
would especially encourage those
students to audition.
There will be four hour rehearsals
held every day during the week of May
3-8, including Saturday which will be
the performance day. Those wanting
to participate will need to have a free
schedule this entire week. (Younger
children may have shorter rehearsals
on some days, and parents should help
them be prepared with a snack and
something to occupy their time during
down time.) More information and
exact times will be available when
the tour directors arrive. Etna and
Thayne Elementary Children will not
be allowed to stay after school as there
will be no supervision until 4:00 p.m.
 Doc Hudson’s Corner
Though we live in a small
valley, there are many
resources to provide ideas and assistance for children
and families when needed. High Country Behavioral
Health in Afton provides both individual and group
counseling options for children as well as families.
They can address a wide range of issues and have
offices in both Afton and Alpine. Lincoln County
Public Health is another good resource to contact with
questions regarding your child’s health needs. They can
often give information and direct you to more resources
within our community. The Lincoln County Library
System has books on a wide range of topics pertaining
to elementary school children including friendships,
peer pressure, bullying, and specific disabilities. Finally,
LCSD2 offers programs such as the upcoming Love and
Logic parenting class as well as the Parents as Teachers
program, which provides support to new parents of
young children. While this is not an exhaustive list of
available resources, contact information for each of
these agencies is listed below. Many resources exist
outside of our valley as well, including Jackson, Idaho
Falls, and Salt Lake City; please feel free to call if you
have specific questions about services.

High Country Behavioral Health: 885-9883

Lincoln County Public Health: 885-9598
Lincoln County Public Library: Thayne 883-7323, Alpine 654-7323
LCSD2: 885-3811
Afton Food Bank: 885-8696

PTO News
Thank you to Shannon Critzer who has offered to be PTO President next year. She has a lot of wonder-
ful and exciting ideas. We are still looking for a Vice President and Treasurer. Please call Sharon Biggs at
883-8488 if you can help us out. Thank you!

Important PTO Dates

Celebrating the Arts Projects are due by Friday, April 16
Literacy Week is April 19-23
Teacher Appreciation Week is May 3-7
Science Fair is Thursday, May 6
Field Day is the last day of school on Thursday, May 27 from 8:15 to 10:15

How many books do you have checked out?

Now is the time to start searching under your
Entries are due bed, in your closet and inside Dad’s shoes for
on April 16th! those extra school library books so you can turn
them in to Mrs. Roberts. Thank you!

Etna 2010 Young Authors Winners
back row: Emily Grayson, Brittany Phillips, Gavin Speakman
front (l-r): Cassidy Post, Teasa Johnson, Emma Oesch
Please enjoy excerpts from their award winning entries!
Fish and His One Wish
by Teasa Johnson
Rub the scales of a fish,
It will grant you one wish.
Maybe you’ll wish to fly,
Or tell when people lie?
Maybe you’ll wish to be perfect,
Or meet a knight named Sir Fect?
Maybe you’ll wish for a dog,
Or float down the river on a log?
Me? I’ll wish for another fish,
So I will have another wish!
George by Cassidy Post
…….. Our car’s headlights
flashed through the darkness, like
piercing yellow eyes searching
for something. The golden beams
illuminated a path between the
rain. The dreary weather would
have made anyone feel down
in the dumps, but not me. A
permanent smile was frozen on
my lips, and one thought that
echoed in my head was the only
thing that kept me going. The
thought was like a light bulb in
the gloom. We were going to get
a new dog!
……. “Georgie” I murmured,
“So that’s your name.” I
scratched George behind his ears
affectionately and he leaned over
and gave me a slobbery kiss on
the mouth. “Oh, yuck,” I muttered
spitting and wiping my mouth. My
brother and sister giggled. I smiled
and hugged and petted him until we
arrived home.
Finally, after playing around and
welcoming our new family member
we opened the door to our house and
George rocketed inside, skittering
on the slippery wooden floor. I
don’t think he was used to the
floor because as soon as he set paw
on it he floundered, paws flailing
helplessly. I chortled and pulled
him to his feet. George eventually
got used to the floor and was soon
thoroughly sniffing and investigating
the house (which took a long time).
George curiously snuffled here
and there, his tail quivering with
concentration. After he had sniffed
to what seemed like every inch of
the house he padded over and started
to investigate us! He sniffed us and
licked our hands wagging his curly
tail wildly.
“Good boy!” my brother and sister
cheered, making George’s tail whip
back and forth to thump loudly
against the wall. He vigorously
licked their outstretched hands as they
reached down to pat him on the head. They
laughed and wiped their slobbery hands on
their pants. George abruptly leaped up on the
couch and gave us a look that said, “So, what
are you gonna do about it? Dad sat down
next to George and gently pushed him off.
George wasn’t allowed on the couches. He
jumped off the couch and licked Dad’s hand,
almost as if to say, “I’m sorry.”
……”Time to go to bed!” Dad declared.
“G’night Buddy,” I whispered and shut
the door. As I started to walk away I heard
pitiful whining and scratching at the door.
The sound melted my heart. I tiptoed back to
the door and opened it to see his adorable big
brown sad-looking puppy eyes staring at me.
“Shssh!” I warned and soothingly stroked
his glossy fur. “You’re gonna wake
everybody up!” I smoothed his fur out and
he curled up in a ball, resigningly laying his
snout on his paws. “See ya in the morning,”
I murmured, giving him a final pat before
going to bed. I couldn’t wait for morning to
come, full of surprises and happiness with our
new family member. A dog was the one thing
I had wished for every holiday. I’ve wanted
one forever, and now at last I’ve got one.
Muddy Mutt by Emma Oesch
It was just a quick trip to the grocery store.
A gallon of milk, a carton of eggs and paper
towels. But this trip would change my
average 5th grade life forever.
“But I want the w’allipop!” my four-year-
old brother Seth whined.
Mom gently tugged on his jacket sleeve and
sweetly murmured, “Not today sweetheart,
maybe next time.”
Seth always had something to fuss over.
Today it was the lollipop. Tomorrow it might
be a toy car. With him there was no telling.
My thoughts were interrupted by a distant
clap of thunder.
“Oh perfect, the one day I choose to do
my grocery shopping and Lord decides to
let loose a storm,” Mom huffed as he stared
stuffing packages into the trunk.
Mom yelled over the pounding rain,
“Diana, could you get your brother in the
car?”
“Come on Seth!” I shouted.
“Seth, come on!” This time, he caught the
hint of impatience in my voice, trotting over
to my side.
I tucked Seth into his car seat as Mom
plopped into the driver’s seat and fired up our
old Honda Accord.
As we crept out of the parking lot, Mom
started one of those “We have much to be
thankful for” speeches.
While she rambled on, I gazed out
the front window at a peculiar brown
ball of mud. But as we neared, there
were toes, paws, and a tail!
“There are hundreds of people today
that don’t have a house, a car, money,
or even . . .”
“Mom, look out!” I screamed as my
tattered sneaker slammed on the brake,
sandwiching Mom’s foot on the pedal.
She turned towards me and
demanded, “Diana Lyn Thompson,
what on Earth has gotten into you!!”
“Mom look,” I whispered gesturing
to the highway.
As she followed my gaze, I caught
a glimpse of two tiny, brown eyes
peering out of the sodden bundle.
Without warning, Mom slid from
the car and started warily towards the
mysterious figure. I jumped from my
seat and trailed after her.
The air caught in my throat when my
eyes fell upon the depressing scene.
This puny mass of hair and grime
appeared to be a small dog. How did
this creature find his way here? Was
he abandoned, with a past of animal
cruelty? Or what if…. I didn’t want
to take the time to think up anymore
dreadful illusions.
I cocked my head towards Mom and
pleaded, “We have to help him”
Mom didn’t say anything.
“I’ll go grab something to wrap him
up in,” I replied.
As I rummaged through random
items, Seth asked me, “What’s
happening Sissy?”
“Not now Seth. You’ll know soon
enough.”
I lifted up my gym shorts and,
“Ahaa!” There was a knarly, pink
beach towel. I snatched it up and
sprinted towards the muddy mutt.
I knelt down beside the helpless dog
and inquired, “Will this work?”
“Are you sure we’re ready for
something like this?”
I glared at her and questioned, “Are
you suggesting that we should leave
him! Mom, he’ll be squished!”
“I know but are you sure we can take
care of a dog. I mean, it’s going to be a
lot of work.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,
I’ll take care of him,” I replied, hoping
this lure would reel her in.
Mom gave me “the look” that said
she wasn’t about to bite the line The room was baby blue with
just yet. pictures of flowers on the walls, The
I asked, “Well if not us, who?” carpet was deep violet, and on one wall
“Put him in the car,” Mom said flatly. sat a bed. A girl was on it reading. She
“What? Oh Mom, I knew you’d . . .” was extremely pale and had green eyes,
“Diana, he’s your responsibility like me. She wore a blue knitted hat,
now. I don’t want to tell you every but I could tell she had no hair.
morning-“ She looked up. “My nurse, Ms.
“Don’t worry Mom, I won’t forget.” Shmuckle, told me you were coming.
With that, I lifted the precious bundle I’m Salee.”
from the black top into my loving arms. . . . . . Things began to go wrong last
As I climbed onto my seat, Seth week, on the last day of school. We
stretched his twiggy arms to towards were having our Last Day Party.
the new arrival, asked, “Sissy, I want Saylee was just sitting by me when she
touch.” started choking for air.
“No Seth, he is too fragile.” “Saylee!” I yelled.
After we started driving along, I Mrs. Sraten ran over. “Call 911!” she
added under my breath, “And he’s yelled; someone did.
mine now.” . . . . . Mrs. Allis got Saylee to the
ground. Mr. Henderson shooed the
Thanks for Caring kids out, all except for me. Mrs. Sraten
by Brittany Phillips began to do mouth-to-mouth. Savylee
Mrs. Sraten excused the early bus stopped moving. All she did was
students to go to the buses. Seven breathe with the help of Mrs. Sraten.
other students and I sat in the Then the paramedics ran in, heaving
classroom waiting for the late buses. Saylee on a stretcher.
….. Mrs. Sraten walked over to my Mrs. Sraten and I hopped in the back
desk and lightly put her hand on my of the ambulance with Saylee. They
shoulder. “Can we talk, Lili?” gave Saylee oxygen as we sped off.
“Sure, I said as I closed my book. All of a sudden Saylee’s body began
We walked to the round table. I sat shaking like crazy.
down, and she sat across from me. As we stopped, they took Saylee off
“Oh no!” I thought. “I’m in trouble!” the oxygen and ran her in with Mrs.
“Lillian, I wanted to know if Sraten and me at her side.
tomorrow you would accompany me Just before we reached the operating
to the hospital to see a young woman. room, Saylee turned to me and choked
She was going to come to our class a out, “Thanks for caring.”
couple of months ago.” They ran in the operating room, so
“I guess, “ I spoke in an odd tone. Mrs. Sraten and I had to go sit in the
“But, why is she in the hospital?” waiting room.
“Right after she moved here, two . . . . . After about an hour, my mom,
months ago, her family had to take still in her workout outfit, and Dad,
her to the hospital. I don’t know what still in his cop uniform, rushed in. We
made it so bad they had to go the all sat for about three hours until Ms.
hospital at first, but the doctors found Shmuckel came out of the operating
a brain cyst. Her parents work, so room She stood in front of us. Ms.
she’s alone a lot and doesn’t have any Shmuckle bowed her head and a tear
friends.” She looked down. fell.
Sad topic. Poor girl. And a hard life. . . . . . The next day summer began,. I
“I would love to meet her,” I invited Jane and Andrew over to talk.
answered after moments of silence. When they arrived, we sat in a circle in
“But can I ask why you picked me?” my back yard.
She looked at me in the eyes, saying “Your daughter was so amazing,”
only one sentence, “I knew you’d I began. “I only knew her for five
care.” months, but she became my only sister.
. . . . . Mrs. Sraten and I went up to the I loved her so much.” My voice faded.
sixth floor. We walked down the hall I was crying too much.
until we reached room number 248. We sat in silence for about ten
Mrs. Sraten followed me into the room. minutes, until Jane stood.
“You made her last month great,” she
walked over and hugged me. “Thank
you.”
. . . . . Yesterday, I went to Saylee’s
viewing and funeral. At the viewing
Saylee was wearing a beautiful white
dress and a sunhat, white with flowers.
Jane said she wished Saylee was
smiling, but I could see a faint one.
After that was the funeral. I was the
first to speak.
“Saylee was a great inspiration. She
endured through so much. She was
like my sister, and I will never forget
her.” I paused to wipe away my tears.
“Some say I improved her life; it might
be true. But, I know she improved
mine.” I then went and sat.
The others who spoke were Jane,
Andrew, and Mrs. Sraten. Then we
went to the burial.
It was hot in my puffy black gown,
but I couldn’t care less.
Saylee was my best friend and she
always will be, in my heart.
The New Guy
by Gavin Speakman
. . . . .Suspense filled the air and tension
stiffened out movements. We gripped
water guns in our hands and balloons
in small sacks. After what seemed an
eternity, Grandpa threw his hands in
the air and shouted “Go!”
At once ribbons of water flew in
unison from our guns, no one aimed,
but some were unlucky enough to be
hit. The fight was a blur as drenched
cousins sprinted by blindly. A sudden
rush of cold creek water drenched
my back and numbed my screaming
nerves. I turned choppily around and
saw my uncle dashing away with a
large bucket, swinging well aimed,
miniature waterfalls at most everyone
he passed. I chucked a balloon at a
nearby sibling, and turned to squirt
the noise I heard on my left. My
blood turned cold as I saw what I
shot, a bright read truck halted a few
feet away. A pool of water slid down
the windshield as the water from my
squirt gun followed the slope in the
windshield.
A man spat on the road from the
driver seat window and our eyes met.
I looked into the glinting, unforgiving
face and felt small.
“You’d better clean this up.” He
hissed. Hailey assured him we’d clean My soul is a peach tree happily growing the fruit I love.
up the mess. Immediately he snapped
that he didn’t want “dirt rubber” on an uncontrollable fit of giggles as he
his tires and to clean it up now. As he drove away unknowingly. We began to
slowly drove away we silently picked happily go back to camp when things
up the balloon scraps. took a turn on a horribly wrong street.
I peddled vigorously on my bike, His truck came unexpectedly around
then stood from my seat as I flew the corner, we immediately peddled
off the speed bump. Ty followed and the other way. We peddled with the
landed with a satisfying thud. We were inhuman strength of a desperate person,
laughing at each others irrational (and but his truck was right behind. He
inappropriate) ideas of what we’d do wasn’t supposed to see the mess until
to the “stupid hag” as we called him. later! I realized my cousins were no
We felt better as we laughed at each longer in front of me so I turned into
others fantasies. We were in awe from a trail hidden by the bushes. I jerkily
an extremely high jump my cousin came to a stop. My cousins were in
Josh had just concurred, when the loud the clearing too. We were at the pond
blast of a horn surprised us all. We we’d go to catch minnows. I looked
looked glumly at the familiar red truck farther down the trail, remembering the
inching toward us. “I can’t read with steep slopes and large rocks topped off
all this racket!” he said. I finally got a with unstable gravel and small rocks.
good look at him. He had side burns, That was no place to ride a bike, Matt
and was bald in the middle of his head. and I had already tried. Unfortunately
His mouth was puckered up like he’d for us, a car door slammed and rapid
eaten something bitter. He wore a park footsteps followed by curses came in
ranger’s shirt and a disapproving look our direction. We had to turn to the
on his face. He told us to go home, forbidden trail. I gritted my teeth as I
glumly we followed his instructions. flew down a slope, gravel slipping and
But we were already planning revenge. sliding, rattling my bones with huge
That evening we returned to the rocks acting as jumps. Slope after
bump and made as much noise as slope, it was ebbing into my mind, I
possible. Finally, an engine started. was exhausted. Finally we got onto a
My cousins took their place behind dirt trail, and burst out of the foliage
a huge Bomgaurters sign, Matt and not far from camp.
I went across the road and hid in the At camp we waited for anything to
brush. As he drove by (for of course it happen when a heart sinking sound
was him) a quiet splash echoed through reached our ears, gravel under tires.
the clearing, to us it was the gunshot To our surprise, there was the smiling
that began a war. We pelted his now face of a ranger, not the grudge. We
colorful tire with balloons, creating a explained our trifle with the stupid hag,
mess that stood out and couldn’t be avoiding the water balloon part. He
missed. laughed and said, “Cut him some slack,
“How’s this for a mess on your after all he is the new guy.”
tires?” I thought. We knew it would
be impossible to evade the rear view
mirror’s gaze, we just hoped he’d
be to intent on finding us that he’d
not notice the barrage of balloons
raining on his tire. I suddenly grabbed
nothing, and turned to see our pile
was no more. Matt also realized this,
we looked at each other, then fell into
My Soul Is . . . . . . . by Emily Grayson
My soul is a big diamond shaped seed.
My soul is like the heavens opening up and raining peaches.
My soul is a peach, freshly from Brigham City, Utah.
My soul is like a sweet aroma of fruit in the clean air.
My soul is yellowish orange sand on the coastal beach, on a warm day in Oregon.
My soul is delicious peach!