Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Kite

Weeeeeee!

Oh, hi.  I'm a kite named Ethan.
This is my life.

If you think I'm being played with every day, think again.
My owner (Ethan II) didn't play with me .
So in these days, I sat in the garage.
And I waited.

One day, I decided that I had to do something.
So the next time the garage door opened,
I rolled out of the garage and tied myself to a tree.
Luckily, the wind was blowing hard enough for my plan to work.
I lifted up off the ground and Ethan II screamed.

"Cool!"  he exclaimed.  "I think I'll fly my kite today!"

Today, in his free time,
he always comes to play with me.
And that's my life.

Bye!

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Vacation to Mars

5...4...3...2...1... Blast off!

"Woo-hoo!"

Dad, mom, Isabel and I shouted as the space shuttle took off.
"We're on our way to Mars."
Yes, Mars.
See, we won a trip to Mars because I guessed how many jellybeans were in a bag.

When we landed on Mars,
the engine malfunctioned and broke,
so with no other choice,
we got out.

Suddenly, a red 'thing' moved from one rock to another.
As the one with the best eye, I easily spotted the 'thing'.

I watched the rock the 'thing' was behind.
The 'think' had made no sudden movement,
so I figured we shouldn't either.

"Don't move a-"
I was cut off when my sister, Isabel stepped onto a laser.
Alarms blared to life.
"-muscle," I finished.

A trap lowered over us, and the 'thing' came out.

The 'thing' had one antenna on his head,
he had 3 arms, and had 50 eyes total.

"I am a martian," he said.
"My monkey's Martian!"
That's a Martian?" I exclaimed.

"Yea," he replied.

"Holy guacomole!  That's a Martian?" my sister said, completly ignoring him.

"Yes!!!" he said, obviusly exsaperated.

"What happened?" I said, changing the subject.

"To what?"

"Our engine."

"What's an engine?"

He let me go and I walked over to the engine and pointed at it.

"Lasers," he said

"Could you fix it so we can go?"

"Yea."


"Bye-bye!" I called from inside the rocket.

"Bye," he said.

"Wait.  What's your name?" I asked

Just then, the engine roared to life,
so I never got what he said.
To this day, I have wondered what his name is.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Saturday

When I, a little boy unaware of his purpose,
woke up from a dreamless sleep,
I got ready for the day ahead.

A few minutes later, I ate a good breakfast.
Today I ate cereal.
The cereal I ate was Frosted Flakes.
Of course I love milk,
so I ate cereal with whole, white, milk.

After breakfast, I watched Hugo.
Three facts about Hugo, the little boy, are that
Hugo lives in the train station,
he has never left the train station,
and he is an orphan.

Finally, dad, Isabel, and I discussed the movie.
We talked about analogies, the purpose,
and the main idea of the movie.

I think many things changed,
but there was one in particular:  Me!
I changed because I learned that everyone has a purpose.
And that's my day on Saturday.