CHAPTER FOUR

So this is Madison Emily’s cousin … She wrote about me in her last blog… I go to public school I decided to write you all a poem with the help of Emily… Here goes… lol!! <3

Today I sit,
Atop my step,
I think back to that day,
When all it did was rain.

It poured and poured,
But no one helped,
I wonder why some people fall,
And they never quite understand who to call.

Time drags on,
And the hurt never coincides,
But this time I will be by your side,
Through it all,
I will stand straight and tall.

Hello fellow apricotpie writers!

I would like to announce something very special that has happened to me. Some of you might have alreay read a previous story of mine, "My Six String Beast." I recently entered that story in a Tucson Festival of Books writing contest. I was entered in the high school category and I was a finalist. There were over two hundred stories submitted in this category and my story reached the top five.

Sitting together on the ice and the snow,
Listening to the wolf howl low,
The boy and his dog sat by the fire,
Under the shadow of the church spire.

They’d wandered that day, far and wide
At every house and farm they tried
To find to lay their heads;
To find a place to make their beds.

With frozen fingers and teary eyes,
The boy gazed up at the starry skies.
With child-like faith and belief unbound
He prayed this prayer, so profound.

Scene: A psychiatrist’s office. A boy looks oddly out of place in his torn, tattered clothing that looks out-of-this-world (but not in an alien way, a fantasy story kind of way)lays on the weird looking couch that is always in these places. The Psychiatrist looks up from scribbling on clipboard.

Psychiatrist: Now Nathaniel, would please tell me about your problem?

For those of you who don’t have little brothers….well, you probably won’t get as much out of this as those of you who do. Now, all of you who have been blessed with the presence of the aforementioned Thing, know what darling little beetles they can be. You also know that small boy plus water equals: mud! And mud plus boy plus older sister equals major trouble! Few know what wonderful things you can learn from the grubby creatures though. So, here is the story of what I learned with mine.

For those of you who don’t have little brothers….well, you probably won’t get as much out of this as those of you who do. Now, all of you who have been blessed with the presence of the aforementioned Thing, know what darling little beetles they can be. You also know that small boy plus water equals: mud! And mud plus boy plus older sister equals major trouble! Few know what wonderful things you can learn from the grubby creatures though. So, here is the story of what I learned with mine.

Chapter 12

Based on the antics of the lovable duo, Murphy and Pumpkin.
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The cat came along with a purr in his throat,
Quietly padding about.
The dog came along with a friendly sniff,
Wanting his breakfast, no doubt.
Suddenly the cat leaped and bit the dog's ear
Whereupon the dog gave a yelp.
Said I to the cat, "Hey, no dirty fighting!"
But to the dog I offered no help.