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t ! 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. lin Messenger ... Special// t 89 Mountain Bikes Adventures 104 Foster Street, Lewisburg 645-2093 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. The Mountain Messenger Salutes Monroe's Young Writers e e In State Out Of State $15.00 ($1.00 OFF RATES FOR SENIOR CITIZENS.) Send payment and this completed coupon to the Mountain Messenger, 122 N. Court Street, Lewisburg, WV 24901. NAME ADDRESS CITY STATE . ZIP 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. 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