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The Mot itain Messenge iTuesday, March 27, 1990
Andy's Drawings
By Jason Pack
Cardboard box in Andy
be found draw-
piles of money, flowers,
special drawing of
All of these are draw-
Andy knows he can't
the son of Maria
divorced woman who
Maria was a teen-
was a baby when
his mother and him.
live is infested
mice and has almost
drawings, they are im-
dreams drawn out
the five-year-old boy.
good draw-
best you would ex-
'ear-old.
where Andy and his
it is hard to find work.
Who live in the apart-
Where Andy lives are
mother hasn't found a
~ictures of cars for
if she had a car,
g~ farther for work. Andy
money, too -- piles
from the floor to
draws flowers be-
are no flowers where
drawing is of
drawing isn't of his
the drawing there is a
and beside the house are
•om, Andy, and a dog
do well in school.
he is very good,
tries other work, he
do because he wor-
mother. He doesn't
friends because they
different. Some of the
In him because of the
Andy hates going
but it's the only one
Was walking in the
building down
the door. he saw a
moving, but it wasn't
even windy. Out from under the
newspaper came a little kitten. His
mother had always told him not to
go outside because someone might
kidnap him. Andy didn't think it
would hurt to go out this one time.
So he tiptoed outside to sneak up
on the kitty so it wouldn't run. He got
behind it and gently pulled it up to
him. As he did this, the cat meowed,
but it didn't try to get away. He took
the kitten upstairs to his morn and
told her how he had caught it. She
scolded him for going outside and
told him he couldn't keep the kitten.
They could barely feed themselves,
much less a cat. Andy would have
to let it go free. He hated doing this
because the cat reminded him of
Spotty, the dog in his drawings.
One night not long after Andy
had let the kitten go free, his mother
received a welfare check. She left
for the store to get groceries. She
was gone for a long time. Andy
would go to the window to see if she
was coming. He knew he had been
waiting for along time because he
had drawn eight drawings with some
paper and crayons the school had
let him borrow. After three more
drawings he heard a knock on the
door. It was the police and Mr Peter-
son, a neighbor across the hall.
They said Andy's mother had been
mugged and beaten to death by a
local gang.
Andy is six years old now. He
now lives in a place that houses
other children like himself. He has
friends that he can play with. Andy
dreams of his dad coming to take
him away. He knows that it won't
happen. Nobody is coming to take
him. His dad probably has his own
family now.
Andy visits his mother's grave
every Sunday and lays down a bou-
quet of flowers.
Although Andy doesn't have any
parents, he still has his drawings.
Jason is in the ninth grade at
Peterstown High School. His
teacher is Kaye Hines. Jason's
parents are Mr and Mrs Randall
Pack.
Prince of Beckon
By Zack Wells
Was a kingdom called
was ruled by a
as a good prince,
One day while all
kingdom, the evil
an army of evil
he used a magic
them from the touch
JOurney would take
from Malkil's
1lie back in the king-
a black knight was
castle,
had to deal with the
UnWanted visitor. The
the prince to
would lose his
The prince
the challenge. He
best horse. With a
his hand the prince
The black knight
clashed. The
he ground. As the
sword the black
once more. The
and swung his sil-
the black knight
knight 'drew
men ran at each
and swung his
After many days travel, the prince
could see Dragonlord's palace of
fire. Two bulldog-faced beasts
rushed at the party of men. With one
swing of his sword the black knight
slayed both of the monsterous crea-
tures. The prince ordered his warri-
ors to set a catapult. He and the
knight started climbing the towering
castle walls. When they reached the
top of a tower they crawled into a
window. They landed at
Dragonlord's feet. Chained to the
wall were the black knight's queen,
and the prince's father. Suddenly
Dragonlord hurled a fireball at the
prince.
The prince slung a shiny shield in
front of his face. The fireball rico-
cheted and hit Dragon/oral throwing
him against the wall. Quickly the
black knight freed the prisoners.
Just as the tower started to collapse
they all dove out the window, land-
ing in the moat. They slowly crawled
to solid ground. Emerging from the
rubble was Dragonlord. The prince
ordered the warriors to fire the cata-
pult. A long spear pierced the cold
heart of Dragonlord. He was gone
forever. The warriors started the
long journey back to Beckon, un-
aware of Malkjl's attack and the en-
Iht's shield caus- suing battle they would soon be part
kto fall. The prince of.
night but insteadThe prince met the evil wizard in
challenged him to
"If I could
to help me save
queen had
the dreaded
to help the
an army of
out and destroy
COurse the prince
of the expedition.
the prince told
father had been
, a long time ago.
the time the prince
his father again.
his throne room. During the battle, a
powerful spell hurled the prince
across the room. The prince was
~,illed by a flagpole that went straight
through his heart. The wizard hurled
a glowing white ball at the knight.
But the shield the knight grasped in
his hand hurled it back at Malkil and
disintegrated him forever. The knight
and his queen ruled Beckon for
many years after.
Zack is a fifth grader at Green-
ville Elementary School. His
teacher is Christine Parker. Zack
is the son of Doctor and Mrs Jim
Wells.
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A Bedtime Story
By Kris Hankins
The dew droplets on the window
glistened a spectrum of colors as
the sun rolled over the fog covered
hills in the distance. The sound of
nature played a wonderful tune of
joy to her ears as she lay awake
thinking of the activities that would
enhance her day shortly.
This wonderful setting seemed all
too perfect to be ruined by rising out
of bed. After a few minutes, how-
ever, she strained her willpower to
overcome the comfort of the morn-
ing.
She built a fire in the fireplace
and the smell of pine trees filled the
cabin in the midst of the morning.
After she hesitantly achieved all of
her morning activities, she dressed
in her flannel shirt and overalls and
ventured outside into the picture
which she had painted on her win-
dow with her imagination.
She walked along with a rusty ax
in hand as if she was Paul Bunyon.
While striding along under the giant
woodworks she came upon one that
seemed perfect for her fireplace, so
she started cutting it down. The ax
was cutting into the trees as accu-
rately as a beaver.
When she was done, she
stepped back unaware of the direc-
tion in which the giant would fall.
There was a noise that distracted
her attention to the tree for a mo-
ment. As she turned about she no-
ticed a rabbit, retreating as if it were
being chased.
When she turned back toward
the tree she was paralized with hor-
ror and fear as the tree struck her
down to the ground in excruciating
pain. The thought of a broken limb
lingered in her head, and unaware
of which one it was she screamed in
pain.
Hours passed as she struggled
to escape the trap in which nature
had caught her. The sun had
passed over the sky three quarters
of the way, and it was darkening
with every minute that went by. Her
fear of dying grew like an infinite
monster inside her mind.
After a while, she heard a faint
noise that sounded like a pack of
dogs. Terrified with fear, her heart
raced with excitement. Looking to-
ward the noise, hoping it wasn't a
pack of dogs, she saw a friendly
light piercing the darkness of the evil
forest. Praying at the thought that it
was a hunter trying to satisfy his cu-
riosity, she called out, "Help! rm
over here!"
The light drew closer and the
blended figure of a man with a gun
appeared out of the darkness. It was
a forest ranger making a last minute
check of his area. After freeing her
from the trap and applying first aid,
the ranger returned the distressed
lady to her home safely.
As the father finished the bed-
time story he commented, "And that,
children, is how I met your mother."
Then the lights turned off and the
children fell fast asleep.
Kris Hankins is in the eleventh
grade at Peterstown High School.
His teacher is Thomas Mann.
Kris' mother is Mrs Joan Booths.
By Amy Dunlap
As I sat on the hill overlooking
the valley where I grew up, the faint
trace of wind and the smell of a cool
summer's night drifted my way as if
to tell me something. I am now 28
with a husband and two small chil-
dren and no longer live in the small
country town where I grew up.
Some things have changed, but
for the most part things are the
same as when I was younger. Of
course, a few people have moved
on, and others have come to live
here, but every time I come home to
visit, no matter where I live now, I
feel that this is my true home.
There is just something about
this place that makes me tingle in-
side. I don't know if it's the people,
who are always friendly, or if it is
that when you go into the country
store there are always the old men
(mostly farmers) sitting in the back
telling stories of when they were
young. Or maybe it's the mountains,
trees, and creeks untouched by hu-
man technology.
Sometimes I feel homesick. I
know I'm too old to be homesick but
sometimes I just get a feeling that
makes me think of when I was little
and stayed with my grandparents. It
was just a feeling of total safety,
watching my grandmother fix buck-
wheat cakes while granddaddy read
the paper. I felt that nothing in the
world could bother me there.
As I became older, things
changed. You start hearing how
you're not getting a good enough
education, or hearing about drugs,
or the racist problems in Africa.
Then all at once those good feelings
you had before seem not to matter
anymore.
As I reflect back on my teenage
years I played sports, worked on my
academics, and found out about
these things called guys. I always
used to just love to take a day and
walk through town, or go some-
where on our farm. Even though
those other things were a lot of fun,
they never compared to the feeling
of being in a place where people
loved and cared for you or "really"
knew you.
All those problems, as I said be-
fore, didn't bother me then as much
as they do now, but in a small town
like this, sometimes it is easy to for-
get them because they don't directly
face you every day.
Yes, I am still sitting on the hill
overlooking my house, it is getting
dark and I should be heading home
now. Since I've been thinking or
day-dreaming (whatever you want to
call it), rve found out that your life is
sort of like a prism. You can look in
it and see many different colors, and
each color stands for a different
path you could take in life. I have
been sitting upon this hill looking
into an imaginary prism and wonder-
ing what path I will take. I sort of like
the path I just wrote about, but I
have a lot of living to do, and since I
am only 14, who knows?
Amy is in the eighth grade at
Greenville. Her teacher is Chloda
Crosier. Amy's parents are Mr
and Mrs Mason Johnson.
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The Math Book With Legs
By April Weikle
One day I was getting ready for
math class. I went to my locker and
got my notebook (I forgot my math
book). So I went to my desk. My
teacher asked, "Where is your math
book?"
I said, "1 must have forgot it in my
locker." So then I had to get up to
get my book. On the way back to my
locker I said. "1 wish my math book
had legs so it could walk to my
desk." After I got to my locker, I
started to get my book. To my sur-
prise, my book jumped out and
started to run down the aisles.
When it got to the door, it ran out
and down the hall. It started to run
faster. My teacher started to run af-
ter it, but she fell down. When my
principal saw my math book, he
started to run after it, too. But he
tripped on a gym shoe in the hall.
Next thing I knew my class and I
were running after it. By the time we
had reached the doors, the math
book was on the playground swing-
ing. When we got to the playground,
it jumped out of the swing and
started to run up the lawn, and then
up to the top of the slide. When we
got to the slide, the math book had
already gone down the slide and
was running across the basketb?ll
court. My math book kept running.
After awhile I remembered some-
thing, so I yelled, '1 wish my math
book would stop running!" Then my
book stopped running. I went over to
my book, picked it up, and took it
back to my classroom. After that I
never said "1 wish" again.
April is In the fourth grade at
Union Elementary. Her teacher is
Connie Copeland. April is the
daughter of Mr and Mrs Donald
Weikle
Foot's New Home
By Chad Taylor
Once there was a .Mother Big
Foot. She had a baby named Small
Foot. Small Foot loved playing with
his friends.
His favorite game was footbag.
To play footbag, someone stood in a
clear spot and tried to keep a rock
up in the air as long as he could.
Then when he dropped it, he
counted how many minutes he kept
it up and that is how many points he
got.
Small Foot always won. That is
why he loved it.
One day Mother Big Foot was by
the river picking berries when she
fell in. Small Foot ran to the river as
fast as he could. When he got there,
he saw his mother falling down the
waterfall. Then he heard a big
thump. It was his mother hitting the
bottom.
Luckily she landed on her feet
and found a cave. She went in and
saw berry bushes. While she ate the
berries, Small Foot was climbing
down the cliff. When he reached the
bottom, he found his mother,
His mother said, "This is our new
home. It has plenty of food and it is
close to where your friends live."
Baby Small Foot agreed and that
is whore they lived for the rest of
their lives.
Chad is a second grader at Un-
ion Elementary School. His
teacher is Ann Jameson. Chad is
the son of Mr and Mrs Fred Tay-'
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