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I did this lesson with my 3rd graders....they all had the same topic (a haunted house because we did this near Halloween) but they each came up with great stories...
An Enchanting Dance at a Palace
Lights shimmer over the enormous ballroom. Dresses sway from side to side as gentlemen dance with ladies. Music is played and adds to the sense of serenity that swirls in everybody. Laughter erupts in the castle as a witty joke is made. New friends are found and conversations dance out of every mouth, effortlessly. Every wealthy and royal family is invited to the spectacular ball dance. The royal family waltzes around the vast room greeting everyone. People are in awe of the princess’ beauty. Knights stand in front of the castle with their stallions, awaiting the coming guests. The royal servants carry around sparkling silver dishes, which hold the most delectable food anybody has tasted. Ladies are boasting about their glamorous dresses, sharing a laugh ever so often. The queen’s crown glimmers in the light. In the air, there is a sense of love, happiness, and elegance.
Once the last guest bids goodbye to the royal family, the ballroom morphs into an entirely different room. The music is gone, and fades into the walls. No laughter is here anymore. Only servants are in the ballroom; cleaning dishes and mopping the floor. No dazzling outfits are found either; the servants only have raggedy shirts and pants. It is silent and still, a party no more. The food is gone. The guests are gone. The excitement is gone. All to be found in this once exquisite room is hard work and soft murmurs. Finally, the ballroom is clean and empty. The lights that once shimmered over the enormous ballroom are turned off and leave the glorious room in darkness.
Over the little bunny hill lays the humongous ski mountain filled with winter fun. Here no one will ever find water in an ocean or boats skating across it. There is no volleyball to be played or sun tanning to be done. At the ski mountain nobody will find any sand to be sculpted into a castle as high as the sky. Summer people will find boredom at the mountain packed with chilly fun.
At this ski mountain people can find a squeaky old ski lift that they are amazed still works and skiers flying down the hill like an airplane soaring through the sky. From the lodge drinking hot cocoa the visitors can see and hear the soft sound of snow tumbling down the mountain. Everyone is having fun in the snow, creating forts for a snowball fight, a snowman, or even some snowy angels. On the little bunny hill, sledders slide down the slippery slope trying not to run into anyone. Over the little bunny hill lays the humongous ski mountain.
The loud shrieks of pelicans evaporate into the damp jungle air. Young tiger cubs frolic
and scamper through the abundance of fallen leaves. A monkey leaps an incredible distance,
seemingly floating on thin air. No tranquility or peace has ever lingered in this humid air. No
silence or stillness. The manmade
structures that dominate urban areas do not appear in the
jungle. Pollution and destruction does not even touch this wonderful world. No domestic animals
have ever roamed in or even caught sight of this lush paradise. No. They would be eaten for
sure, devoured in a matter of seconds. The thick vines that crawl up the twisting tree trunks
rustle for a moment, then stills. It portrays the everlasting
noise and movement in the jungle
perfectly. The leaves shuffle, always moving. But there is an immense change still soon to
The destruction has begun. The naturally carved pathways in the jungle, covered with
undergrowth have started to show again. Animals make their escape from the traps that have
been set out. Humans arrive at the jungle, and tear down tree after tree, limb after limb. The
animals can only gaze in horror as a new highway unfolds in their home. There’s a chilling
silence, and followed by that, a bloodcurdling
scream. A lithe shape swings from tree to tree,
trying to prevent the humans from demolishing the entire jungle. It’s useless. He is soon
speared. The humans continue to make their mark in so many of what used to be homes. A
once beautiful jungle is destroyed, and drained of all the happiness that was ever there.
It was a peace-loving day as rays of bright sunshine hit down onto the warm, damp dirt, creating several green buds anxious of their surroundings. A young, bush-tailed fawn passed a collection of ancient, tall, coniferous trees, towering up into the bright, blue sky, as they billowed in the wind. The sun rose higher and higher, welcoming animals to depart from their nests, dens and caves. Animals were roaming around meaning no harm, while blue birds sung melodious tunes up in their nest of sticks and dirt.
They were all excited about the upcoming day, for it was a sunny, bright, and cheerful day. What not to love about a day like that? Flowers were scattered at every inch of the massive forest. There were no loud noises or scary paths, leading to unwelcome places, for all were loving and nice.
The forest was full of excitement in the air and good will. Until… loud, scary noises echoed through the forest, causing frightened animals to return to their habitats. Guns were being shot, and the sweet sound in the air was replaced with frightening loud noises! Scary steps of hunters were heard all throughout the forest. The animals ran swiftly avoiding the dark bullets that were being shot within the guns.
The hunters ran after the animals, ruining the peace and quiet that was once present. A poor fawn, oblivious to what was going on, lay on the ground sleeping. When it heard a gunshot it quickly stirred and stretched its long, furry, brown legs. And just like that… it was gone! Soon, several more, then more, then… there was nothing left to admire in such beauty and pureness! Not one animal or tree, or anything survived such a terrible incident. The two nasty-minded hunters that caused all the destruction left, oblivious to the catastrophe they had created. One of them smirked, feeling no pity and just pure evil inside their veins. They left their damp, big footprints in the warm, damp dirt, leaving doom to handle the rest.