Chosen from the Pumpkin Patch

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CHOSEN FROM THE PUMPKIN PATCH

Jan McLaughlin

     Here I am laying and sunning myself in the garden, snuggling with my siblings. Sometimes it rains on me (us), that feels good too.

     OH NO, what’s happening? Why is that guy chopping me from my vine? He’s doing it to all of us. OH NO, now I’m for sale.

     Oh good, a little girl bought me and is hugging me. We’re going for a ride in the car. I wonder what will happen next?

     OW! Her dad is cutting off the top of my head. OW-OW-OW. Now he is scooping out my

True Love

True Love

Ed Kelemen

    “John, you moron,” she continued, “I told you that we should’ve evacuated with the rest of the neighbors. But, ohh-noooo, you had a better idea. You wanted to ride out the storm.”

     OK, he admitted to himself, he might have made a mistake. But just then wasn’t the time to dwell on it. It was damn cold and wet up on the roof of the mobile home that was threatening to

JOURNEY’S END

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JOURNEY’S END

JOAN

     The mysterious stagecoach traveler is a frail woman dressed in black wrapped in a black shawl. Her hair is parted in the center and pulled into a small bun on her neck fastened by a horn comb.
     She greets her fellow passengers politely. A day traveler, she seems weary. She carries a black satchel over one arm, from which she extracts small ivory shuttlecocks for making hair lace. She guides hair through loops to make the knots/gaps and displays a family journal of beribboned hair wreaths, braids, and chains as fine as spider webs. 
     The stagecoach drivers swear she doesn’t board the stagecoach at any previous stop but is aboard every

THE HAUNTED CABIN IN THE WOODS

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THE HAUNTED CABIN IN THE WOODS

TIFFANY

 

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Kirsten. She was swinging. After she was done, she went in to the woods. She walked into a cabin and an old lady was standing by a fire stirring stew. The old lady turned around and saw the little girl. She asked the little girl if she wanted some stew. Kirsten said, “Please.” She ate some stew and after that she fell asleep. When she woke up she felt something very hot and wet all over her. She jumped out of the pot and pushed the old lady in and went home…written June 23, 1999

ADDITIONAL READING (stories by or about children anedor critters)

A FAT CAT AND A SAD DAD

EMILY AND MR. SPIDER

Moose, Goose, Deer

HOT DOG LIMERICKS

TO MATTIE

IMAGINATIVE, ORIGINAL, PURE, PROFOUND POEMS by CHILDREN

MY DOG

CHILDISH CHARACTERISTICS

BEAR CARNIVAL IN CONNELLSVILLE, PA.

STARTLED BY A CRITTER IN THE CAR!