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VS U VI V S3 SOFTWARE TECHNOLOGY & REAL ESTATE BUSINESS I VENTURE Software technology executive seeking Park City-based real estate broker ( or agent who could become a licensed broker in 6 months) to manage a new business venture applying state-of-the-art networking technology to the operations of a progressive recreational property real estate brokerage. Candidates must have a keen interest in and a user-level of skills with popular PC software. Please send letter of introduction, resume and other pertinent information to P.O Box 871, Orem, UT 84059 L really fly at the Park's UTAH X $ I IPi nc 8 State Flags Windsocks Wind Chimes - 535 - 8998 ountam 1 n mm'' VI K v v 1 - 0871 V III The following is a story written by a student in Teri Wiss" fifth grade class at Jeremy Ranch Elementary. THE WIND CHIEF by Rosie Williams The vicious wind blew open Elk's door. Instantly Elk sprang up to the door with the harsh winds blowing in his face, and after a few tries Elk had the door latched shut. The wind had been blowing nonstop non-stop for at least seven days. All the animals in the forest were having to move and build stronger homes for they could not hold up with the powerful winds blowing on them day and night "When will it stop?" Elk kindly asked his best friend Moose. "Don't as me," replied Moose. Five days later the wind had not calmed down one bit. That night Elk laid in bed listening to the wind blow up against his wall. Coldness filled the room. Moose's shivering was like woodpeckers pecking their way through one million trees. Elk finally decided to take a trip to the Wind Chief who was making the wind blow. Elk thought a while. "Boy, I'd get pretty lonely without Moose with me." He thought a little longer. "Then I'll iust take Moose wuh me!" In the morning Elk went outside to see if he could find some food. Now snow and wind were sweeping by faster than ever!. "Winter!" yelled Elk. Elk thought the snow would pass by in a few days, so he decided to postpone the trip to the Wind Chief, but seven months later neither the snow nor the wind had calmed down one bit. There was little food to eat, and the cold weather was giving everyone colds. "The snow should have stopped by now. How are we going to make it to the Wind Chief?" Elk quietly said to himself. "The Wind Chief! Who's dumb enough to walk 350 miles away to talk to the Wind Chief?" Moose asked. In reply Elk said, "I am, and I was wondering if you would come with me?" Elk explained everything to Moose, and after the whole night of thinking, Moose spoke up. "So, when do we leave?" Elk was so excited! "When the snow calms down," said Elk. Five days later Moose was outside gathering food for the journey. The weather was overcast and for three days the snow had calmed down but the wind got worse. Little flurries of snow were coming down right now but at a fast speed. Moose gazed up into the sky. The snow looked like white ballerinas dancing. Snow still covered the ground and the sun never When you're five, it never occurs to you that a frog won't find your pocket all that comfortable. Or that a half-eaten sucker just isn't the same after it's covered with pocket lint. Nope. Pockets are for cramming stuff into, that's all there is to it. Likewise, it never occurs to anyone under IZ that growing out of clothes before they're worn out doesn't exactly help mom and dads toy budget. (Speaking of empty pockets) Which means if you have a kid or two. We'll your kids' clothes. After you empty there s a good chance your home is becoming a wasteland of kids clothes and toys and strollers and cribs and. well, you get the point. That's where "Kid To Kid" can help. Bring us all your kids' stuff - cleaned up and in mint condition -and we'll pay you cash. 'Remember cash? 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Moose yelled. Elk grunted loudly and Moose stood up with a growling stomach. After awhile the sun started to set Moose started to slow down, but Elk kept pressing forward. Finally Moose collapsed. "It's about time we stop, don't you think?" Elk finally gave in and said, "Well, keep your eyes peeled for a nice camp. Moose stood up slowly, took about 10 steps and yelled, "Perfect! I found one." Under a patch of evergreens was a nice little space that had little snow, and even some grass, weeds and dirt. Elk ran up to where Moose was standing. "You've eot great eyes, Moose!" Elk said nicely. They both walked over to their new camp. Both of them started to untie their packs. "It's not so bad under here. The wind doesn't blow as hard," Elk said. Moose pulled out some flint he had brought from home. He piled some weeds on a few pieces of bark. He found a fairly big rock and rubbed the flint against it In no time he had a fire crackling. Elk pulled out a journal from his pack and started to write: Day 1, April 16, 1742 Moose whined a lot. I didn't mind it that much cause I knew he was tired, cold, and hungry. We are camping in one of the best spots Tve seen in years. Moose found it with his genius eyes. I know that Moose will get used to the cold, and I will get used to his whining. I didn't tell Moose but I keep seeing something so beautiful, it is white like the snow, and its paws are grey. They look like mittens. It stands in the bushes and watches Moose and I pass. His fur looked so soft. It didn' t try to make any attacks, and I think it might even look a little friendly. It could be a young bear or deer, but the colors of his fur looked very rare. With this strong wind going on I keep thinking we might not make it to the Wind Chief. It's still a little cold under here, but it is better than having to sleep in the snow and wind. The moon is full and very beautiful. It is getting late and I have to get some rest for tomorrow. A gust of wind rushed by Elk's face and he woke up shivering. For a buy f eir Valley EPnnniiite econd Elk had forgotten where he was, but tnen, wee me wwu, u flashed right by him and he remembered. He reached over and shook Moose with his hoof. "Wake up. We better pack up," Elk whispered. Moose packed as Elk went out to look for twigs to eat. He slowly started to walk deep into the forest leaving little signs like breaking twigs off a tree, or piling up rocks, maybe even making cuts in a tree. He had learned to do this when he was young. His father had taught him this so he would not get lost Gathering sticks and twigs along the way Elk started to feel uneasy. The deeper he walked into the forest the stronger the feeling got In the distance he saw something dark, but he could not make out what it was. "Too bad Moose isn't here. He could see what it is in seconds," Elk thought After awhile Elk found out that the big round black thing appeared to be an entrance to a cave. "Light. Light is what I need," Elk thought He stepped out of the cave, and picked up a fairly big stick. Then he started to look for some flint After a few minutes of searching he finally spotted some. He picked up a rock and rubbed it against the flint and after a few tries Elk had a torch. He stumbled up to the cave entry. The cave walls grew lighter as he walked deeper into the cold cave. The hair on Elk's neck stood straight up. All of a sudden it started to get colder in the cave than it was outside. Elk started getting chills and after a few steps in the cold gloomy cave, he realized that the winds were rushing by his head faster than ever. Elk's torch was dying out more and more as he walked down deeper into the cave. Suddenly, a small streak of light shown on the cave wall, a little farther from where Elk was standing. It was coming from around the comer. Elk took a deep breath and stumbled toward the light. The light became brighter. It was now like a sunbeam of light coming down from heaven.Elk turned the comer, wind almost knocking him off his feet came by faster than he had ever seen. "By golly," Elk thought, "this has to be the Wind Chiefs cavern! Stop," yelled Elk. "Please stop blowing mis wind. You're going to kill every animal there is. Just give me a chance." Then suddenly the forceful wind had stopped. "Why are you blowing this wind?" asked Elk. The wind Chief did not answer. Elk got the idea that the Wind Chief was just plain rude. Finally the Wind Chief spoke up. 'The sun had shown so much before, I never got to show that I could blow this wind." Elk was shocked. He realized that before the wind storm, the sun had shown itself for an awful long time. ' "Can you explain the animal that followed me and Moose the whole way to our camp?" asked Elk. "It was me, I followed you here disguised as a wolf, to see how you did," the Wind Chief answered. "And it was also me who sent the snow to stop you from coming. It will take a while for me to stop blowing the wind." In reply Elk said, "As long as you stop sometime, that's goods enough to know." Elk made his way back to camp by the signs he made on the way up to the cave. He told Moose all about it they camped right where they had the night before. While laying in bed, Moose asked, "If you met the Wind Chief, why is the wind still blowing?" Elk once again had to explain to Moose what had happened. A small sunbeam of light had bored its way through the trees above us. It was shining smack dab in the middle of my face. Blindingly I stood up Moose and I were bathed in a warm radiant glow. I woke up dream. liiliJliil1J1J1J1J1J1!lJinllfl,iI MM um urn urn ,.m ,.m,m J Silver Fork Lodge t Tin A jP Take Guardsman Pass to Brighton and Escape Park City for the Weekend. 1 i OP VA Mnnw He was astonished that the wind wasn't blowing his face. After packing up our things, Moose and I started off back home. As we left the clearing, I looked back and saw the most beautiful white wolf. The end. The following story was written by a student in Stephanie Mensel's fourth grade class at Jeremy Ranch Elementary. WHAT LURKS INSIDE THE BATHROOM? by Amanda Joerger My name is A.J. I'm going to try to tell this story calmly without freaking in the middle of it, like I usually do. It all began at my sleep-over sleep-over when the lights started to flicker and the dark shadows appeared on the wall. My parents weren't at home. My little sister, who was only four, started to whimper because she thought she saw the glob man swallow the cat, but that's another story. My big sister was supposed to be watching me for the summer, but she always sneaks away with her boyfriend. Al is my best friend, and she was at my sleep-over, of course. My little sister started to do the potty dance, which means she has to go to the bathroom. So I willingly walked her to the bathroom. I didn't want her to wet her pants in the living room like she did at my last sleep-over. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my legs and the room started to spin as I was hurled to the ground with the force of my weight While I was on the ground all I could think about was what I had tripped over, and what was that sharp pain in my thigh. As I painfully got up I saw what I had tripped over. It was my sister's makeup box and the sharp thing that was in my thigh were her scissors. I was scared and I started to scream. Then it hit me where was my little sister Crissy? Where was she I thought to myself. She couldn't have gotten far. She was probably in the bathroom. So I limped to the bathroom. No one was there. She's probably hiding under the sink no one under the sink. I screamed. "Come out It's not funny anymore. You've had your fun. Come out You're really freaking me out," I pleaded. Hey, where did that blood come from? Maybe it's coming from where the scissors pricked me. No, I was never standing where the blood is. Hmmm, I mumbled to myself as I bent down to examine the blood. Huh, I managed to utter as the small puddle swirled and swished around and around like a tornado. Then in a flash, a split second, it stopped. Right in front of my eyes, Crissy appeared, with not a cut or a bruise. Just the same Crissy I've known for four years. A few seconds later I realized that the blood had moved from next to the toilet to next to the bath tub. It started to move again toward the living room. The living room was glowing with a vibrant red. The floor was all bloody and the blood was coming toward me. "Help me," a familiar sobbing was coming from inside the blood. It was Sam. "I've got to save them. I'm going in. Crissy, go to the garage and get me some rope. No wait we shouldn't go anywhere without each other." About one minute later we had gotten the rope and I secured it very tight on the refrigerator. "Bombs away," I yelled as I jumped into the blood. The first one I came out with was Al, then Sam, then Mel. Each person took an enormous amount of strength. Painfully and slowly I carried the three all up the long rope. Suddenly I woke un...it was nil n had 5 Enjoy our rustic lodge B with beautiful views of 0 Big Cottonwood Canyon, gj Dine on our deck for Q breakfast, lunch & B dinner. Nightly room S rates available. M 649-9551 I |
