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Show Saturday, January 24, 1998 The Park Record A-19 Fresh Prints The following "short stories" were written by Mrs. Anderson's third-grade students at Jeremy Ranch Elementary School. MY FAVORITE TEAM by Randy Reed Mv favorite team in tVi r,n - J w uivli Bay Packers. My three favorite players are Brett Favre, Reggie White and Robert RrnnVc Rro throws the football, Reggie White tackles the other team members, and Robert Brooks makes the touchdown. Last year the Packers won the Superbowl against the New England Patriots. I sure hope they get a chance to go again this year! SOCCER by Spencer Pratt Once upon a time I played soccer soc-cer for a long time on Nintendo 64. It is a fun game. On soccer, you get to kick the ball a mile. You score if you shoot at the goal. If you dont shoot at the goal, then you wont make a goal. You would have to throw it in. It takes a lot of practice. prac-tice. I knew how to play the game right away when I started, and no one had to show me how. CUPID, THE REINDEER by Erin Roedinger Once there was a reindeer named Cupid. He was so nice that he could fly around the North Pole in 10 seconds. One day, he was playing with the other reindeer and he saw a reindeer named Bella. He stared at her and fell down with hearts all around his head. When he went to pursue this, he asked her if she was busy. Then, she said, "No." So he asked her to the Reindeer Dance. Then he fell down again! "What should I wear?" he thought to himself. So, he went through his closet! But he remembered remem-bered that the Reindeer Ball wasn't was-n't until tomorrow so he fell asleep. Then, the next day, he saw the clock and it was 2 o clock and the ball Started "at 3 o'clock.-He" "Was worriedWhat to do? What to do? What to do? But, he found his Santa suit and the doorbell rang. It was Bella. She was beautiful and she thought he was stunning. They kissed, because Cupid is the Reindeer of Love. Here are a few more 'color metaphors' written by Mrs. Johnson's 3rd-grade students at Jeremy Ranch Elementary. YELLOW by Holly I like the color yellow. Yellow would sound like a canary bird singing. Yellow would feel like the warmth of the sun on your face. Yellow tastes like summer squash. Yellow smells like a field of daisies. JOIN US FOR OUR SUPERBOWL PARTY!! Sample our own handcrafted micro-brewed BEERS (ASK ABOUT OUR QUIT 'N' TlME LOCAL'S Mug Club) & great food at great prices THURSDAY IS LOCAL'S NIGHT 4 PM TO CLOSE 2 SPORTS BARS S T.Y.'S KILLER 1 6 SPEAKER SOUND SYSTEM NON-SMOKING w BRING THE KIDS TO OUR UPSTAIRS TOWN LlFT ARCADE. w PLENTY OF UNDERGROUND PARKING & FREE STREET PARKING OUT FRONT ON PARK AVENUE. w BREWSKI CAFE AVAILABLE FOR PRIVATE PARTIES We treatlTocals right!! GREEN by Chris Green sounds like wind, moving mov-ing over a whole bunch of grass. Green tastes like weeds. Green feels like a soft baby blanket. Green smells like the air at the end of a rainstorm. BROWN by Robert Brown sounds like the trees blowing. Brown feels like a smooth wooden table. Brown tastes like brown sugar. Brown looks like a log house. Brown smells like dirt. BLACK by Lacey Black feels like a velvet dress. Black tastes like the night, wet and cold. Black sounds like who is scary. Black tastes like black licorice. Black is very quiet. Here are some stories and poems written by Iris Durfee's 7th-and 7th-and 8th-grade English students at Treasure Mountain Middle School. COWBOY by Jesse Hawlish, 7th grade He rides across the prairie roping cattle and branding steeds. He leads a lonesome life, is paid little and suffers for his hardships. He wears a bandanna 'round his neck to keep the dust out of his nose And high boots so the snakes dont bite his knees. His face is long and hairy. He grows hair all over, and he gains a tail. He has four legs and no arms; His feet are hooves. He rears up and gallops into the horizon. COMPUTER PROGRAMMER by-Anthony Quinn, 8th grade He stays up late working on the computer; His eyes never leave the monitor. His fingers work ferociously over the keyboard. His eyes are square letters, and pictures reflect off his glasses. His mind operates faster than the CPU. His fingers and joints take the form of keys. His face gives off the only light in the room while he sits, motionless. EAST FORK by Liza Salowey, 8th grade Every year my family and I go to Sun Valley to visit our friends. Right by their house is a small stream called East Fork. The East Contributions from Park Fork stream is a small run-off of the Big Wood River that runs through most of the towns near Sun Valley. This small stream is my favorite place because I love being alone in some place quiet. I can go sit on a rock and read or draw for hours. All I can see and hear is the babbling bab-bling water, birds chirping, and small animals; I hardly ever see any people. There is one huge tree that keeps me shaded from the sun. Someone once tied a long rope to one of its branches so that I can swing and land in a pool of ice cold water to cool off. When it's time to come back home to Park City, I look forward to returning to East Fork again next year. BIG BAD BUFF BOY by Tom Beecher, 8th grade There he is, just waiting to ride the wonderful StarWars ride at Disneyland. He's just so excited; he looks so funny. He has to be the happiest kid in the world, with a grin waiting to win the next place in the Guiness book. Smelling the odor of the passing tourists and the smell of cotton candy. . . the rotting hot dogs dropped by a careless kid make the stench of the gasoline smell rather good when you add the reeks together. He says he's so tough. . . He says he's so buff. . . He says. . ."I wont get sick," and then. . . Mighty Buff Boy throws up. ANTS by Natili Ekker-Stacey, 8th grade The sleek brownish-golden male Abyssinian cat is learning all about the new outdoors. The fire-engine fire-engine red harness has been fit moderately tight so that he cannot make any "fatal mistakes." A loud, dark, green Ford truck passes by; the frightened cat rips the leash free from the owner's hands, and dashes across the yard, bounding up the nearest tree. Moaning and groaning, the owner slowlyxlimbs to where . thceonfuseoVat lies. The cat is so deeply amused by the many, small, black, hard-working creatures parading the limbs, that he forgets about everything. The leash is caught just in time. The animal that was once clinging cling-ing to the slender branch is now dangling four feet from the ground, and one foot from the green leaves above. The owner lowers the wide-eyed wide-eyed creature closer to the ground where he is rescued. FIGHTER PILOT by Ryan Williams, 7th grade He is a tough, strong man. A weapon of war. He follows orders to the exact pinpoint. He is always ready to attack, ready to pounce. His arms are wings, loaded with Celebrate the Sundance Film Festival with furniture from out West. . . comvor FURNISHINGS City kids armament. His feet are horizontal stabilizers with a tail jutting up between them. His eyes are sensors, sen-sors, pinpointing their next victim. The engines in his heels ignite as he lifts off the ground, speeding toward his target. DOWNHILLER: A TRANSFORMATION by Jacob Dudek, 7th grade The man wooshed down the mountain on his slick, downhill skies. He banked a turn, and suddenly, sud-denly, his head was the tip of a ski, and his feet were the tails. His arms sucked in, and became no more. Fat and bulgy, the ski splits and makes two. At the FINISH, the people waited for the racer, but all they found were two thick downhill boards with lifters and Salomon bindings running under the finish banner. THE VET by Lena Cetvei, 7th grade The vet is hard at work To help the animals in need. . . To make the owners grateful For someone they could count on. The small kitten will make it. The vet concentrates. Her hands are cushions; Her nails are claws; Her teeth are innocent fangs; Her legs are skillful and small; Her mind is sly and tricky; Her body shrinks; The cat controls the vet. All of the sudden, The cat and the vet survive. At McPolin Special Ed. Preschool, Orpha Bigelow's students stu-dents participate in "Storybook Journeys" each week, becoming fully involved in every aspect of the story in all their activities. When they read "The Three Bears, " some of their activities included having porridge for a snack, going for a walk in the woods, fixing broken furniture, etc. Then they had to sequence four bears according to size, rather than three, these are the stories they told about where the fourth bear came from. The fourth bear wrote thestor and didnt put himself in it7 ' Matthew The fourth bear was not in the story because he wasnt adopted yet. His name is Casey and he was adopted by the three bears. Now he is part of the family and will be in the picture forever! Casey The fourth bear is the big brother bear. He ran off and climbed a tree, and fell down. I'm going to see what happened to him. Joshua Papa Bear went to the store and bought him. He's stuffed. Ian The fourth bear is the big brother bear. He came to play with Goldilocks. Emerson i:ni;m:M-jyiVm HAPPY Thru 1 - 800 - Dr. John L Peterson, M.D. http:www.pmihair.com Let the Eyes of the Nation Read your Classified fa53ie l CLASSIFIED Ih etworkS Call (435)649-9014 to place your classified 8:30am to 5:00pm Monday through Friday. a r Classifieds You'll find Hie Park Record on the internet at www.NewsChoice.com NEW YOU! Why pay up to $3,580 elsewhere? $995 for first 250 grafts Jan 31, 1998. New patients only. Not good with other otters. 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