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Will, 5th Grade
Amelia Dog Heart is a very famous dog! She was the only dog who flew across the whole world in three days. In another attempt she crash landed somewhere near the Pacific. Since then she is a National Dog Hero.
My name is Hope and I'm a border collie. This is the story of how my life changed forever. It all started 1 year ago. It was a bright, sunny day, and I was in the mood for a car ride. So Sammy, my owner, took me for a car ride. We were just driving around when, in the corner of my eye, I saw a huge pick up truck speeding right towards us! I barked so loud, but it was too late. It hit us. Hard. I remember the car flipping over and over until it finally landed on its side. Sammy's side. I can sometimes still hear the horrible sound of the scraping metal against the gravel. When all of this was happening, I was across the street, fighting to remain conscious. I had been flung about 20 feet out of the car, but not far enough. Both of my back legs were trapped underneath the car. I howled in pain as my legs suddenly went numb. But luckily, the ambulence came just in time. They took both me and Sammy to the hospital right away. Sammy had a minor concussion and a broken leg, but she was still fine. But I wasn't as lucky. One leg was saved, but when the car landed on my legs, a very large and sharp piece of the car crushed the other leg. There was no way of saving it, so they had to amputate it. When I looked in the mirror, I was so shocked. I didn't even recognize myself! it was hard at first, but eventually I got used to it. After the car crash, Sammy decided to enroll in the Air Force! But of course, she couldn't even think of leaving yours truely! And right then, I had an amazing idea. What if I came with her, or even work with her? At last, my call for adventure would be heard! We went straight to the DAFS (Dog Air Force Squad) and enrolled me in. It was a long wait, but we finally both got in! We had to go through months of training and physical therapy, but in the end, we were qualified for the Air Force! To this day, it's so exciting and exhilerating to get to fly in airplanes! Sammy and I get to spend even more time together. That car crash was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Vacation Police Dog
I am ready to fly; so hurry up guy, and take me to the sky.
Hopefully when we get there, I can shout out we're here!
I am getting ready to fly, if this stupid guy can pull my parachute while I'm in the sky.
If he can't I'll go splat, but if he can I'll give him a good pat on the back.
I am flying high, and so far I didn't die, hopefully if he reaches me, I can see the real boddacious me.
Goody, goody he reached me in the sky, so now I don't have to say my goodbyes.
Here I am living my life, instead of attacking a crazy man with a knife.
Written by Heather, grade 6
The roar of the loud bike is soothing to my ears. I love to hear the rumbling engine roar as it gets started. I sprint out of the house and hop high into the black, leathery bike. We speed out of the driveway. Wind blowing through my fur. It is the best feeling ever. Tessa’s hair blowing behind her too. This is my favorite thing. We go faster and faster. Passing the beautiful palm trees quickly. Fresh air blowing in my face. I love it so much. My tongue flies out of my mouth the whole time.
By Sam, grade 6
So fluffy so cute
Goggles on ready to fly
Flying in the sky
Missy and Me
By Serina, grade 6
Sitting in the beast basket,
fastened behind Missy.
The wind blows through her
wild, red-orange hair,
like it blows through my short, white fur.
Missy's bike roars, like a great big lion
and we move quickly through the streets.
We wear matching goggles,
and matching leather coats.
Missy screams and laughs, I bark and pant.
She tells me to hold on, I do.
We go faster and faster,
and Missy laughs the whole entire time.
Dashing through the fire,
Dodging all the flames.
Running, sprinting, charging!
Mothers screaming and babies crying.
Me, Charlie, running to the rescue.
I have gone in so many fires, and all the fires I’ve gone through I have saved peoples lives.
The reason I’m wearing the goggles and coat is because I don’t want to get any smoke in my eyes. I don’t want to have any flames on my back.
I am ready for an adventure. Any adventure. I am sitting in my rough, worn out, old, leather pilot seat. My black goggles are firmly adjusted against my face. I count down from five. Five, four, three, two and one! I glide off the dark black, tarmac into the wide spacious sky of bright blue. The wind from the open window rustles my short, black and cream white hair. My mind is clear of all my stresses and problems. I feel as if I am free, as if nothing is holding me back. As I pass the great turquoise ocean below me, I wonder what it would be like to be down in that glorious place.
Next, I spy the sight that everyone loves, the Eiffel Tower. That magnificent sight that stands above the glowing city as the brilliant, purple sky shines behind the skyscraping structure. My night will begin shortly. I slowly ease the giant mass of gray metal to the sturdy ground. The feeling of pride and accomplishment takes over my jubilant body. I park my plane, and then from the runway, I saunter with my head up high. As I walk down the gray cobblestone streets into the energizing city, my mind races with thoughts of all the excellent places I can explore. Shall I start in a bakery devouring a warm, handmade pastry? Should I start in one of the fine art museums that scatter the city? Or maybe I should walk along in the park at dusk enjoying the relaxing atmosphere? My final decision is to spend one of my precious hours enjoying the view of many works of art from around the world.
I take in the landscape of the fire-truck red barn mounted in a gleaming, gold frame. The barn has black shingles placed on the roof by the delicate movement of the thin-tipped brush surrounded by bright, blue sky. In the sky filled with cotton ball clouds that seem to be real, I spot a tiny plane almost identical to mine. Next I move on, to a portrait of the thin faced women smiling, as she stares at me through her brown eyes that are gleaming in the light. Lastly, I end my visit to the museum by taking a careful look at one painting that catches my eye. There, sitting alone in the corner, is a flower. Not just any flower though. This flower has sparkling, violet petals that wrap around the sun- yellow center that makes the whole picture glow. As I move to my next destination, which is my last one, all I can think about is the flower and how it was glowing. The flower’s image will remain in my mind forever.
I sit on the cold, white, metal chair next to the café table and dream big dreams. I can feel the gentle breeze touching my fur. The flaky texture of the buttery croissant makes my stomach satisfied and my taste buds happy. I reflect on the feelings of my great, respectable journey that helped me realize that just something simple, like a flower, can be outstanding and great. I hear the crackle of my owner’s weary voice calling out of the speaker on the radio. My adventure is coming to a close. I saunter once again to the plane, hop in my coffee-brown leather seat and take off up high into the cloud, speckled sky to make my way home.
by Clara, Grade 3
Once there was a dog named, Powder, who wanted to save the world. She put on a mask and cape and set off to save the world. When Powder got outside, she walked around and looked and nothing seemed to be wrong. Powder was sad that she couldn't save the world. So, she went home, had a dog treat, took a nap and felt happy again.