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Cover drawing by

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DEAR SHE EPISH DUCK

ear Sheepish Duck,

Kendall Jones gave me a copy of Sheepish Duck: Vol. 5.5.

I just finished reading it and thought I should write to tell

you how hilarious I think it is.

Sincerely,

Area Teacher

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Write to us! 281 County Road,

Barrington, RI 02806

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ERICA DOMINGUEZ Sheepish Psychic Diary 23 Beanie Review 35 10 Random Thoughts 52 In the Closet 53

The Secret Santa’s Dilemma

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Classic Novel Review 73

LIZA OBEL -OMIA Ted & His Bread Machine 10-11 Elevator Stories 13-20 HANNAH HICKS -SANTOS Princess of Fire 8 The Square Chronicles 9

Things I Would Sell if I Had a Store

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Tomboy Scouts 29 Clothes I See on TV Shows 32-33

The People That Complain About Things Nobody Cares About

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A Product Idea 71 EVAN STABACH A Comic 21 November Rain 41 Ghickens 42 The Trash Incident 43

There is an Octopus in a Tree

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Panels 48 The Mission Chronicles 57 EMMA GERMANO New Drawings 28-29 A Doodle 35 A New Story 58 Left hand Drawings 67

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NINA POLUMBO Pimple Problems 25 Dezat 44 A New Poem 70 CLARA KUGLER A Painting 22 An Owl 26

A Letter for My Grumpy Attorney

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A Lovely Drawing 55

What I see Outside a Night Window

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COLIN STABACH Characters 6 New Drawings 46-47 Woncker 59 JACKSON OBEL -OMIA Post-Holiday Dictionary 30-31 Mushroom End 62-63 ZACHARY OBEL -OMIA The End of Life 60-61 DYLAN INGHAM A Story 50 EMESE BENZIGER The Alphabet is Very Boring 27 Hair! 36 Perfect Marriages 37 Best Friends 49

OSKAR SCHNIPPERING What is Geocaching and How to do it

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Young Bond (Preview) 66 KENDALL JONES Haters Gonna Hate 68

This document shall remain untitled

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CONTRIBUTORS In random order 75

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SHE EPISH DUC K VOICE S

How do you feel about corn on the cob?

“I feel that it is

horrible, I hate

the idea!

HATE HATE.”

Gina Guromps –

Accountant

“52.”

Tilli Roberts –

Stagemaker

“Bananas!”

Ima Sandy

Beach –

Naturalist

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The Square Chronicles

ne day, there was a square. His name was Paper.

He was made of brick. He was a very rich

gardener. He grew poison ivy, Venus flytraps,

and evil potatoes.

He is a wanted square in all 50 states. Except

Nebraska. Everyone loves him in Nebraska! That’s where

all the criminals live!

He thinks that triangles (goats) are evil. As do all his

friends (yeah, right! He’s a criminal. He doesn’t have

any).

“I smell fish!” he said one morning. “The stars (cops)

smell like fish!” he yelled nervously. And he scurried

inside the house.

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LIZA OBEL - OMIA

Ted & His Bread Machine #4, Part I

ne day, Ted was walking down the street

carrying his bread machine when he bumped

into a woman.

“Oh! Sorry,” the woman said. “I didn’t mean to. . .

Oh! Is that a bread machine made by the machine genius

of 1977?” she asked as her eyes got wide.

“Yes,” Ted said, looking down at his old machine.

“I’ll pay you $10,000 for it. There is only one left

and it is in Japan.”

Ted pulled the bread machine close and thought

of all the fun times. Like when he dropped it in the

swamp and when he almost burned it.

“I...can’t,” Ted stammered, “it’s too hard to part.”

“What!? You don’t understand, Mr...”

“Ted.”

“Mr. Ted. This is a wonderful offer. How about

$14,000?” the woman said, starting to pull money out of

her pocket.

“No thanks,” Ted said, and he walked away.

“I’ll get that bread machine. Even if I have to steal it.”

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Ted & His Bread Machine #4, Part II

ecently, Ted was offered $14,000 for his bread

machine, but he turned down the offer. The

woman, Ms. Steals, told herself that she would get

the bread machine anyway.

A week later, Ted was going for a walk while Ms.

Steals peered through binoculars and watched him walk

home.

“I’ve got you now, Ted,” she said.

That night, Ms. Steals tiptoed into Ted’s house

and looked for his bread machine. Ted heard something

move down-stairs, and he reached for his phone to call

Travis.

“Help, Travis. I think someone is downstairs,” he

said.

“I’m on my way,” said Travis.

A few minutes later, Travis was at the window.

He snuck inside.

“Get out of Ted’s house!” he cried.

Ms. Steals was so scared she thought it was a

ghost and she ran away.

She never came back, and Ted lived happily ever

after with his bread machine.

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Does anyone here like

Nebraska?

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Elevator Stories

#1

ipi Cricket opened her eyes from a long sleep. “Wake up! Groceries are to be bought, and you lay

in bed?”

A man spat. Pipi got up and got her purse. She lived

in a house where the sun poured in. It was a nice, big

apartment with two huge floors.

“Sorry, Harold, I…” Pipi began.

But the man yelled, “Come on!

Let’s go! That beef jerky won’t fly over

here, now go! I am your husband now,

aren’t I?” Harold glared at her.

Pipi nodded her head and stepped

out the door.

“Good bye,” she mumbled.

“Farewell.” Harold kissed her

cheek and pushed her out.

Pipi slowly walked to the elevator.

“Howdy!” said a man with a big smile. “I’m Frank,

the new button pusher.” Frank held out his hand. Pipi took it

promptly. “Where are you going?” he said.

“The store,” Pipi said.

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“What are you getting?”

Pipi was a little thrown back, a male asking her

about what she was up to. “Um…beef…beef jerky. F-f-for

my husband,” Pipi stammered.

“Cool. So how’s your day? Oh, here’s your stop. . .

Bye, umm—”

“Pipi,” Pipi said, still staring at him.

Pipi learned she liked talking to Frank, so she kept

finding excuses to go back to the elevator. “Oh, my nail

polish is out” or “We need more milk.”

By the end of two weeks, Pipi knew Frank’s favorite color,

animal, drink, his birthday, and his full name, and she knew

he collected snow globes, was trying to be a teacher, and

knew how to knit and sew! She also knew his age. They

were both surprised.

“You’re a year older than me,” Frank said. “But you

look so . . . so young,” Pipi laughed softly.

One morning, the sun was shining high. Pipi had

known Frank for almost a month now. Harold and Pipi

hadn’t been in the elevator together until that day.

“Get up, Pipi, Harold said. “I want to go for a stroll,

so dress up. I do not want to be seen with you if you look

like a mess.”

Pipi put on a spotted dress and a nice scarf and they

boarded the elevator.

“Hi Frank,” said Pipi.

“Don’t talk to that low-level loser,” Harold said.

“He is not a loser!” Pipi cried.

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“Shut up!” Harold was angry.

“I never should have married you!” Pipi said. “My

father was wrong. We will never love each other.”

Frank stood there awkwardly.

“You are a woman!” Harold said. “You don’t have

the right to talk to me like that!”

“She does have the right!” Frank said.

The men argued for a little bit more. Frank slammed

the buttons hard when the elevator opened, and then Pipi

shouted, “Stop! I don’t want to be with you, Harold.”

Harold walked away. “Good bye!” he shouted.

And Frank said, “Maybe let’s start fresh?”

“Probably!” said Pipi, smiling.

week later, Harold and Pipi were divorced, and

three years after that, Frank and Pipi were married

and had two children, Roger and Georgina.

#2

ina Mellville stepped onto the elevator at floor

two. Grana Pena shuffled in at floor four. Brina

Cana strode in on floor five.

Tina was the first to speak. “Howdy. How y’all

doing?”

“Fine, actually. Great and wonderful!” Brina said,

flipping her hair.

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Suddenly, the elevator—

“What’s going on?” Brina said.

“WHAT? WHAD YOU SAY? WHAT IS THE BOMB?”

Grana shouted, shaking.

“Bomb? Where!”

“We are stuck!”

“Calm down, y’all. Deep breaths,” Tina said.

“Well, just press this button…” Brina ran over and

pressed the button.

“Hello, Police Department here,” a voice crackled.

“Hi! Help! Please! We’re stuck and we’re going to

die!” Brina cried.

“WHAT? WE’RE GOING TO SAY GOODBYE? BYE!”

Grana yelled.

“Sorry kids. We got more important business.

We’ll be there in an hour or so.”

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Brina burst into tears. “Noooo, I’m ruining my

mascara and we’re stuck!”

“Calm down, hon, it’s ok. Don’t cry, this is just like

raining mud—bad at the time, but soon it will be gone,”

Tina said, putting her arm around Brina.

“Oh yeah, thanks! Mud and elevators are so much

alike.”

“Tellovators MUCH LIKE TIKES? WHAT ARE YOU

TALKING about?” Grana asked.

“Uggghhhh. Stop shouting lady,” Brina cried,

cuffing Grana’s ears.

“Let’s all calm down “Tina said.

Epilogue

They all finally got out. Brina ran as fast as her heels

carried her. Tina walked down to her mom at the library

and told her everything, while Grana shuffled home.

#3

ella Flinn walked quietly into an elevator. As she

was about to press 20, a tall handsome man ran

in.

“Sorry,” he said as he smiled at her, “Didn’t mean

to surprise you, or just jump in like that.”

The man, or Mark, looked at Bella for the first

time. She looked magnificent. He watched as she pressed

the button. As they rode up, they talked. Mark was very

funny and Bella loved his sense of humor, while mark

loved Bella for her gentle soul and her prettiness.

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When they arrived at floor 20, they hardly

wanted to separate. Bella pushed her hair back and

walked left to her friend Emily’s house, while mark

walked to his cousin.

“Maybe I’ll see you around here later,” Bella said.

“Uh, yeah, hopefully.” Mark knew he would

probably never see her again. He lived in the next state

with his mother, looking for a house. He was visiting his

cousin here to see if he wanted to move there. So far, it

was a big yes.

Bella told her friend Emily all about Mark. “I hope

and wish I can see him again,” she said, sighing.

Over a year later, Bella was still thinking about

Mark. They never saw each other again, and Bella and

Mark were both sad.

But one day, two years later, Mark moved into

Bella’s building. He was a little taller, but not by much.

Every day for a month, he watched the elevator looking

for Bella. One and a half months and a half a week later,

he saw her as he was returning from the grocery store.

“Bella?” he said.

“Mark?

Epilogue

Five years after (dating for little), Mark and Bella

married. They named their kids Ella and Victor and they

lived happily ever after.

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#4

evin Schmit was pretty rich. He lived in a big

house by himself with only a dog. Many

women knew this and tried to wed him, but all

were jerks who loved money.

Well, not all…

One day, Rosemary Rodriguez was on an elevator

going up to her little office working for a big company.

Kevin was thinking of merging the two companies.

Consequently, they boarded the elevator at the same

time. Rosemary pressed button 16 and Kevin pressed 22.

Immediately, he saw her beautifulness and kind eyes.

Her hair fell in front, over a beautiful face.

Kevin smiled at her. “Hello, my name is Kevin

Schmit,” he said, holding out his hand. Rosemary shook

Kevin’s hand and introduced herself. As they rode up not

much was said, but Kevin knew he wanted to see her

more.

Each day for the rest of the week Kevin would

ride up with Rosemary. At first he claimed it was an

accident, but by Thursday they both knew what was

going on.

It was a weekly thing. Kevin kept making more

business plans, and finally he got the companies to

merge. They made an addition and Kevin got an office on

floor 16.

After a month, Kevin and Rosemary started

dating, and after fights and many laughs the wedding

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bells sounded. Everything went happily. They had five

kids, Rosemary was promoted to assistant to her

husband, and they lived happily ever after.

The end.

Postscript

Their five kids are Zachary, Pipi, Penny, Emmy, and Tyler.

ILLUSTR ATIONS B Y ERI KA DOM INGUEZ

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ERIKA DOMIN GUEZ

The Sheepish Psychic Diary

M O N D A Y

Today someone came into my office. She was twelve-

years-old, and I could tell by her tone of voice that she

was a Libra, and since Mercury is in its fifth house, I

could tell that she would soon lose money, but get asked

to a dance very soon.

T U E S D A Y

Ahhhh! Be it not so, be it not so! I was simply looking

into my crystal ball, and I saw the whole state of

California being blown off the Earth. Poor Brad Pitt!

Luckily, I live in Delaware.

W E D N E S D A Y

I must have misinterpreted the signs. The inner eye does

not always make itself clear. Oops. I should not have

alerted the government.

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Things I Would Sell If I Had a Store

Coat hangers that attack you if you do not give your hat or coat. (If you have one) :) Candy that explodes in your mouth. (Especially if you are eating Pop Rox) :) Very hungry bears in crates MUCH too small for them. Teapot phones. Look like teapots, act like teapots, but do NOT make tea. Fake Menus. Fool your friends and say you robbed a restaurant. Broken clocks. Fool your friends and say time has frozen.

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NINA POLUMB O

Pimple Problems #1

Illustrated by Erica Dominguez

Dear Doctor Zimple,

I have a large pimple on my nose. My mom told me to

name it. So I did. His name is Albert.

Love,

Odd-Ball Billy Bob

Dear Odd Ball,

Go to a psychiatrist!

Signed,

Doctor Zimple

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EME SE BENZ IGER

The Alphabet is Very Boring

The Alphabet is very very boring. It has v

e r y many letters, but it is

b o r i n g, at least I think it is. Can people invent n e

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letters?

Here’s one.

It is called flea. Pronounced the same.

I saw a on my mattress. Like t

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Tomboy Scouts

he tomboy scouts are great! It’s for girls who

want to be in the boy scouts. You don’t sell

cookies, just go on camping trips! Other activities

include making s’mores, barbecues, hot dogs, bacon, tent

pitching, knots, and much, much more! Join now!

Email: JoinTomboyscouts@cox.net

Phone: TOM-BOY-SCUT Website: www.JoinTheTomboyScouts.com

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Official Post-Holiday Dictionary

a·rige /a-reesh ʹ/noun A gift from an especia l ly special fr iend. She waited al l year to receive an ar ige. dite·fw /dyte-

few ʹ/verb To dig a large hole . On Chris tmas I feel best when I ’m di tefwing.

erv /irvʹ/ noun One not possess ing a proper dreidl . My father was aghast when he learned that I’m an erv .

gib·bit /gibbʹ-it /noun A nine-candled menorah. Only one fami ly on my street owns a gibbit .

hee·py /heeʹ-pee/ adjective Getting Chris tmas feel ing after Chris tmas . Every t ime I go shopping I feel heepy.

lee·py /lee ʹ-pee / adject ive Gett ing Chris tmas spir i t in May .

Every spring, my son becomes leepy and demands we buy a Christmas tree.

mer·i l / mareʹ-ull / verb Become f looded on a hol iday. Before we opened our presents, the dam broke and our l iv ing room meri l led.

nacd /nay ʹ-s id /noun A bad paint ing . My parents gave me a nacd for Chris tmas .

o·li t ·ewz /oh- leet ʹ-use/ verb Sneak. “Did you olitewz snacks into the movie theater?”

o·voke /oh ʹ-voke/ noun A rot ten candy cane. I ate an ovoke forty years ago, and I haven’t had a candy cane s ince.

re·ach/ree-atch ʹ/noun A color that combines al l colors . I gave my mom reach pajamas.

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re·lu·ga /reh-looʹ-gah /noun A rotten piece of mist letoe . I t ’s bad luck to k iss below re luga .

t i ·dap /tee ʹ-dapp/noun A t idal wave in your house. Holidays at his house feel l ike a t idap.

t reb/treb ʹ /noun The future substat ion of England.Someday, England wil l have a treb and take over the wor ld . tweel/tweel/noun The f irs t bird seen after Chris tmas . We have a tweel-s ight ing party every December 26th. zenfp /zenfp!/noun A crazy elf with mental issues . “Stop calling me a zenfp!” said the crazy elf

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Clothes I See On TV Shows

These are the clothes of Spongebob Squarepants™

Enjoy!

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This outfit is based on clothes I saw on the

Nickelodeon™ show, Victorious.

Enjoy!

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Beanie Review

he hottest trend of head covering today. No, they

aren’t yarmulkes! They’re beanies! Of course, not

all beanies are created equal—some look stupid,

and some don’t.

From a happy beanie owner: “I love my beanies, all six of

them! They are so perfect and lovely! Whenever I see

someone else wearing a beanie, I send them a knowing

look and a nod. Sometimes they glare at me, but that’s all

right, I love my beanies too much to care!”

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Perfect Marriages

Emalay the Princess & John the Farmer

NAME MEANINGS:

Emily: Clobberhead

William: What now?

If today is your birthday, here’s a horoscope!

Y o u w i l l b e h a p p y .

Y o u m a y h a v e a s t o m a c h a c h e

i n t h e n e a r f u t u r e .

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A Letter for My Grumpy Attorney

A-Ants- You keep telling me termites are eating my dresser.

I tell you, there are no ants in my pants!

B-Broccoli- I eat lots of broccoli. You should too.

C-Cat- You keep telling me that I have too many cats. I

have six and that’s it.

D-Ducks- You tell me feeding ducks is a waste of bread. It’s

a good cause!

E- Eggs- My chickens’ eggs are sanitary.

F-Fire- Turning lamps upside down is a fire hazard.

G-Goat- I give the goats my clothes, not let them eat them!

H-House- You say my house is run down, it’s not!

I- Igloo-I will not live in an igloo.

J- Jaguars- FYI! Jaguars are not smelly.

K- Kangaroos- Kangaroos are my favorite animals, thank

you very much.

L- Llama- I also like llamas.

M- Mammoth- Mammoths are interesting, not insulting.

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N- Nozzle- Like on a fire hose. Do you know?

O- Okapi- Do you know what an okapi is by the way?

P- Pizza- Would you like to go out for some pizza?

Q- Question- You’ve asked too many of these.

R- Russia- By the way Russia is the largest country in the

world.

S- Sri Lanka- Do you know how to pronounce Sri Lanka?

T- TV- I don’t watch much TV because it is boring.

U- Unforgettable- You are unforgettable!

V- Vacuum- Is your vacuum loud?

W- Whiz- I am a math whiz.

X- Xylophone- You should learn to play the xylophone.

Y- Yam- Do you like sweet potatoes? They are Yams.

Z- Zebra- My new zebra patterned coat is very fashionable.

Not so sincerely,

Ms. Information

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Grumpy Attorney Response

B- I do

C- That is too many

E- Never said they weren’t

F- I don’t!

G- Same thing

J- Must you bring that up?

M- Who said they were?

N- Yes

O- No

P- Can’t

Q- Now look who is talking

S- Dunno

T- SO

V- Sort of

W- Me too!

X- I play the Glockenspiel

Not yours truly,

Mr. Moring.

PS I’m moving to the Caribbean (I didn’t like Wales)

PPS I won’t send you my new address. Letters are too long.

Sorry.

M.M.

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Food: Pig carcasses

Habitat: Mt. Everest

Natural defenses: Whip-like tail, smacking beak

Description: blue feathers, small white legs, platypus beak, gray

tuft. Does not fly, but it floats and can leap long distances

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Dezat

nce upon a time there was a girl named Dezat. She

was from the planet Zitron, and her planet was in

jeopardy.

It all started on Jodo 72, 5601. Dezat went to the

supermarket when all of a sudden some kind of a spaceship

came hurdling to the ground.

Now, Dezat’s father told her not to go near the

spaceship, but of course Dezat disobeyed her father.

That night, Dezat snuck out of the house and went

into the spaceship! It was dark and scary inside, but Dezat

was not scared. She was looking at all the buttons when

suddenly the lights went on and the computer started

counting down: 5,4,3,2,1—

The next thing Dezat knew, she was flying in a

spaceship going to a planet she knew nothing of.

When Dezat saw that the ship had landed, she got

out of the ship and she saw a planet. The planet Earth.

To be continued…

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Best Friends

You cheer me up when I am sad,

You have never called me weird.

You try to make me feel not bad,

The best of friends is you and me.

So Happy Birthday, friend.

I admire you, and you admire me.

When you joke I am amused

Though they might not be funny.

So Happy Birthday, friend.

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A Short Story

is breath came out in rapid gasps as he struggled

to stay at his abnormally fast pace. He had to get

to the base. He turned down 22nd street, and saw

part of the sanctuary up ahead. He felt a surge of

joy as he envisioned himself speeding through the gate just in

time before they got in. He was 30 meters away from the gate

when it started closing.

“No, no, no!” yelled the man. “Wait!”

But it was too late, the door was closing and it was

closing fast. The man knew there was no chance of him

making it to the door without endangering the rest of the

population. Instead, he made a different decision.

“Troops! Troops!” yelled the man desperately as he

tried to get some guards’ attention.

“The Scout! Let him in!” said one of the guards as

another went to reverse the gate’s movement.

“No! They’re after me and they’re too close. It’s… too

dangerous,” gasped the man as he stopped near the gate

which had just closed completely.

“Their base… it…. It’s at the Empire state Building!

They have… the plans. And they have… high- AUGHHH!” The

man couldn’t finish his sentence.

The group snarling and chomping reached the man

and tackled him with their many grotesque bodies while

viciously mauling him. He was dead in seconds.

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The People That Complain About

Things Nobody Cares About

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10 Random Thoughts

My duck now wears socks.

A reflection is a reflection of a reflection.

You crouton!

Fuzz.

Agonize.

Silver.

Whimsical.

May they measure fields with your intestines.

I wish I had a beanie.

All right, Sheep, I’m ready when you are.

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In the Closet

he kid creeps me out. Every night after he gets

into his red footie pajamas, his dad reads him a

story. After that, the little boy asks the father to

check the closet for any monsters, so I have to hide in a

corner when the man briefly opens the door and assures

his son that no, there are no monsters in the closet.

Of course, being a monster stinks. I wish I had the

under-the-bed job instead. At least then I could shake

the bed if I get bored.

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The Secret Santa’s Dilemma

he problem is this: my office was FORCED (by

Corporate) to make secret Santa boxes for each

other. I, unfortunately, picked the name of the

man that I hate the most out of the entire office. My

BOSS! What’s more, we have to make something that

shows the positive traits of the person (a collage, poem,

song, etc.). I have been having trouble coming up with

any positive traits. NONE AT ALL! Why me? Here are

traits I can think of:

Jerk

Mean

Smart

Underpaying

Only one of these is positive! Why? Hmph.

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What I See Outside a Night Window

A car A tree A light Some stars The moon

water rippling in the river I hear the wind the street a sneeze

inside people talking I smell rain and leaves

and flowers blooming

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The Mission Chronicles

The Jungle Plot: Chapter 1: The Video

E.P.F. Commander Earl Holde had been sitting in

his office when lieutenant Violet Monto burst through the

door.

“Wallace says there is a call coming from our new

recruit, Sam Starstreak in Brazil. Here’s the Epad drive for

the message,” Violet said, handing him the drive.

Earl plugged the drive into the portal on the Epad

and a video appeared on its screen.

Earl dialed up Wallace on his headset.

“Wallace, get an E-12 hovercraft with full supplies,

and my gun. The glove E-12, do you read me?”

“Loud and clear. I’ll see you at the port. Over and

out.”

A minute later, he climbed into the cockpit of the

hovercraft, booted up the controls, and took off.

“Commander, I have spotted a Black

Widow hideout near a river. I shall wait until you

arrive to investigate. Please come quickly, they

could be breaking various laws. This very

second. Over and out.”

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A New Story

was young. Small and quiet. But I had to

learn to live. In a way, it was too soon. But it

also gave me a base for life.

I was not just six months of age when my

parents died. Some say they died of sickness. Others say

they worked themselves to death. But I think none of

these things are true.

They were murdered.

All I remember to this day was the scream of my

mother as I crawled to safety.

I was placed in an orphanage.

I hated it. Bad food, bad beds, not comfortable. I

hated it. So, I did what anyone would do. I ran away. Yes,

at age three. I was sick of being called short or small and

untalkative. So I ran away.

Far away.

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SPEED: As fast as a squirrel

NAME: Woncker

FAVORITE FOOD: butter

WEAPON: wooden pole and teeth

FRIENDS: Flying blobs

HOUSE: wooden box

HATES: witchcraft

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The End of Life

oom! A zombie’s head fell off. I was with

my friend shooting zombies.

“Hey, what day is it?” I said.

“December 21.”

“Oh no. The world will end.”

A zombie came closer. BOOM! I hit him quickly and

reloaded. A zombie grabbed my shotgun and another

one grabbed my friends and snapped them on its teeth

and swallowed.

A man with a sword cut them off. Then a small man

with a big brain in a huge robot came over and made

more strong zombies.

“Hello,” I said in a shaky voice. “I’m David and my

friend is Jared.”

“No Jared!”

“Yes,” Jared said.

“What are you doing?”

Jared sacrificed himself to the zombies, then

transformed into a zombie. The giant robot grabbed me

and chucked me. The man with a sword then killed many

zombies. I was too sad to fight. Then the man inside the

robot grabbed and ate me, and I transformed into a

zombie. My skin color changed to dark green. I had many

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bumps on me, and my teeth were rotten colors, like

brown and yellow. I could feel my brain getting smaller. I

still had some, but I could only remember today.

Then more men with swords and guns came shooting

down the zombies. A dancing man turned into a zombie,

then a football, and then a skateboarder. The man inside

the robot made the zombies stronger. The dancing

zombie grabbed people, danced with them, then made

their moves. The football zombies threw them around,

playing football with them, as zombies and the

skateboarders went up ramps, slammed the humans

down, and turned them into zombies.

There was one old man with elemental power.

Zombies crowded him, and then they flew away. More

will come next year. And that is why people think it is

the end of the world once a year.

Sometimes it takes longer.

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Mushroom End

Prologue

ix years ago. If you found this, that is what you need

to know. I’m 21-years-old writing this. The year now

is 1338. It was 1332 when it happened. I really hope

someone finds this journal, because if they do then

everyone isn’t dead. Also, please bury my skellington if it’s not

already infected. Well, anyways, on with the story. Oh, and at

the end there is something I wish for you to do. Good luck.

Chapter 1: Plotting

looked outside at the dark night. I hadn’t been sleeping

all night. Out the window I could just see them, a deadly

wave of fungi, like an army slowly moving across the

town. But soldiers couldn’t destroy this force.

My mom and brother had already caught the deadly

plague. My dad was about to lead a force of eight to the royal

kingdom. They hadn’t gotten news, probably because the

kingdom died. All but one had died.

Each day, the mushrooms moved closer. After hours,

awake in bed, I finally fell asleep. I woke up to my sister

yelling to me. “Wake up, Henry! We have to go to work early,

because dad left.”

“Coming,” I yelled back.

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We worked at a mill and granary making food for the

village. We used to work from 9:00 – 3:00 at the most, and it

would earn us almost a decent living along with my dad’s

income. But now that dad was also almost dead, it was just us,

so we had to work from 6:00 in the morning until 5:00 at

night.

As we walked to the mill, we saw four priests, heads

down, with crosses on their shirts. They carried a coffin and

were followed by a trumpet player playing taps.

“Something must be done about that plague,” said my

sister.

“If only we could work our way to the kingdom,” I said.

“Well, there’s nothing we personally can do about it.”

“We could try,” I said. “In fact, I figured out a way to go. No

one has tried yet. Think about it. If we saved the town we

could become legends. We’d never have to step foot in the mill

for the rest of our lives.”

“Yeah, we won’t step anywhere when we’re six feet under

ground in a coffin,” my sister said.

“What about the catacombs?”

“You must be kidding,” said my sister. “That place hasn’t

been used for over fifty years. The ceiling could cave in any

day, and some rumors speak of strange monsters that nest

down there.”

“Maybe, but it’s worth a shot. I mean, if we fail we can say

we died for a good cause.” I was pretty sure I couldn’t

convince my sister, and I knew she couldn’t stop me. But I

knew she was right about one thing. I was completely

unarmed. But I knew exactly how to change that.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2.

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OSKAR SC HNIPPERING

WHAT IS GEOCACHING AND HOW TO DO IT

ou may have heard about someone talking about

geocaching. Geocaching is a global treasure hunt.

Geocaches are hidden all over the globe in various

spots. For example, a geocache may be hidden under a

park bench in a magnetic key hider; these caches are hidden

by people everywhere.

To participate, you may need a GPS or a smart phone that

has a GPS. If your phone is by apple and you are using the

apple OS, you might find a geocaching app in the app store.

Normally there are multiple things that show up for your

search results. The top two results are one for free and

another for $26.99. First, get the one for

Free, and then use the paid version if you decide that

geocaching is something that you enjoy. If you have an

android phone, do the same things in the Android app store.

When you find a good day to go geocaching, go into the

app or the website (www.geocaching.com) and type your ZIP

code or your address. The site will automatically find caches

near you. The app will do this, too. The website will not guide

you, but will only give you coordinates for the location of the

cache. For military reasons, the coordinates are not exact.

Some geocaches contain treasure, or SWAG [Stuff We All

Get]. It is unethical to take SWAG if you do not bring

something of equal of greater value to leave in its place.

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Chart your find at www.geocaching.com (you will need an

account), which is super easy. After you have replaced the

cache you can go home and plan for your next day of

geocaching.

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Young Bond

young boy sprinted out of the butcher shop. He

wore a small hat and tattered clothes. As he ran

by, if you looked closely, you might be able to see

a small tattoo inked into the boy’s wrist. And maybe, just

maybe, you could see the numbers that would forever be

implanted in his wrist: MI6.

Yes, this boy worked for the British Intelligence

Agency, but it would be foolish to call him a boy. A more

realistic term would be “weapon.”

Chapter One

James Bond was the son of Reynold Bond, a factory

worker in Liverpool. Reynold worked hard to support

his infant son. Although the single parent took every

shift he could, James and his father remained poor.

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C O N T R I B U T O R S

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Erica Dominguez is a 12-year-old, slightly odd vegan art chick. Besides riding horses and watching I Love Lucy, she can be found writing, drawing, playing her trumpet, and eating tempeh (though not all at the same time). She wishes to learn how to lucid dream and not burn toast. Jackson Obel-Omia likes to read and write. He swims and plays basketball. He also runs cross country. He is 13. Emma Germano writes and draws and wants to be a teacher. Emese Benziger loves poems, books and paper. Kendall Jones is in 7th grade. She likes porcupines, sharp objects, and matches. Do not approach when she’s hungry. Zachary Obel-Omia is a passionate actor, a hard worker, a cat lover and a video game player. Evan Stabach is in 6th grade. He is adventurous and fast, and

he likes skiing, swimming, and stories. Clara Kugler is in 4th grade and her favorite color is blue. Her favorite animal is the giraffe.

Colin Stabach is in 4th grade and likes owls. Liza Obel-Omia is a singer, a writer, a dancer, a reader, a swimmer, a happy-bringer and a rubber duck collector. Dylan Paul Ingham is in 6th grade and likes to do many things, including eat, play, draw, think, and of course write. Nina Palumbo loves dogs and people who are funny. But this is going to be short because she just got a manicure. Overall, Nina Polumbo is half girly girl, half tomboy. Hannah Santos loves bacon and trips to the beach. She is 11 and can often be found—anywhere! When you find her, she may be drawing, writing, or goofing off. Do not be surprised. Oskar Schnippering is an avid computer geek who will gladly perform reparation on almost any electronic device for free (for now). He has high hopes of becoming an astronaut and

putting his love of robotics to work. His hobbies include bak-ing, biking, pottery, reading, science and robotics. Born in Germany, Oskar has lived in Germany, Switzerland, and the USA. He is bilingual.

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