The wolf trotted around in the snow. He was the leader, and if any wolf challenged him, the pack formed a circle around the fighters. First to fall, first to die. The pack was currently teasing an omega (wolves of the lowest rank in a pack.) wolf. They nipped and growled, occasionally even biting fiercely. The alpha(boss wolf) was fighting a wolf that challenged him. Charging in, the alpha pretended that he was attempting the old shoulder-but -really-the-throat trick, but at the last moment his jaws snapped shut on one of the offender's hind legs, breaking it. The opposing wolf faced him on three legs. The alpha repeated the trick and broke the other hind leg. The other wolf struggled to keep on all fours, but at last tumbled to the ground. Every wolf except the alpha instantly leaped on the bad guy and killed him.
The alpha was a black wolf.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
The arctic tern
The arctic tern flew over the water, constantly morphing into a bird of the following:
1. White-tailed tropicbird
2. Puffin.
3. Osprey
4. Gull
At last the bird was restricted to one last choice: The Arctic Tern. It chose that, and zoomed away over the water.
There are several bird species I have chosen to write about; but I will only focus on an Arctic tern now.
The tern hovered over the water, then splashed into the water to catch a couple of fish and squid. Another tern saw our bird carrying the fish to its nest on the clifftop. Back at the roost, there was a lot of screeching, squawking, and snapping as the birds flew off on fishing trips, and came back to find thieves taking part of another's nest. It grew so noisy, the tern moved somewhere peaceful to build a nest, where there was plenty of food, and no one to steal it or share it with. The tern squawked and chased a storm petrel out of the nesting site. A few birds flew in, for they had nests too. Puffins, to be exact. One collapsed into squawks of laughter at the sight of the tern sitting there. The tern attacked the puffin, and there was an explosion of black feathers, wings beat the air, and the puffin collapsed onto the nest. A small thing hit the tern, and it fell asleep on the nest. When the tern woke up, it was perched in a big cage, and a boy opened the cage. The tern flew out the door, and perched in a tree. The tern soon found its way back to its nest among the naughty puffins. After stealing some untended, uneaten sand eels, The tern decided to have some fun. It flew around, looking for nests whose owners were out fishing. If he found one, he flew forward, picked up the nest, and dropped it in the water. He spied a rough-looking skua flying to the nest site. A very smelly battle took place. THE BATTLE OF THE POOP SHOTS!!!
1. White-tailed tropicbird
2. Puffin.
3. Osprey
4. Gull
At last the bird was restricted to one last choice: The Arctic Tern. It chose that, and zoomed away over the water.
There are several bird species I have chosen to write about; but I will only focus on an Arctic tern now.
The tern hovered over the water, then splashed into the water to catch a couple of fish and squid. Another tern saw our bird carrying the fish to its nest on the clifftop. Back at the roost, there was a lot of screeching, squawking, and snapping as the birds flew off on fishing trips, and came back to find thieves taking part of another's nest. It grew so noisy, the tern moved somewhere peaceful to build a nest, where there was plenty of food, and no one to steal it or share it with. The tern squawked and chased a storm petrel out of the nesting site. A few birds flew in, for they had nests too. Puffins, to be exact. One collapsed into squawks of laughter at the sight of the tern sitting there. The tern attacked the puffin, and there was an explosion of black feathers, wings beat the air, and the puffin collapsed onto the nest. A small thing hit the tern, and it fell asleep on the nest. When the tern woke up, it was perched in a big cage, and a boy opened the cage. The tern flew out the door, and perched in a tree. The tern soon found its way back to its nest among the naughty puffins. After stealing some untended, uneaten sand eels, The tern decided to have some fun. It flew around, looking for nests whose owners were out fishing. If he found one, he flew forward, picked up the nest, and dropped it in the water. He spied a rough-looking skua flying to the nest site. A very smelly battle took place. THE BATTLE OF THE POOP SHOTS!!!
Monday, April 11, 2005
Dinosaur - Acrostic poem
Deinonychus hunted in packs.
Ichthyosaurus lived in the sea.
Nothosaurus looked like meat-eater and plant eater.
Ouranosaurus had a sail to keep from overheating.
Supersaurus was huge.
Allosaurus lived in the jungle.
Utahraptor had switchblade knife like claws.
Raptors lived in packs.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
The fire-bellied toad
Once there was a boy who owned a fire-bellied toad who could talk. Only the boy knew he could talk.
The toad’s name was 4.
The story is about 4 and the boy.
One day 4 was swimming around in his tank, when he heard a knock on the glass. 4 clambered out of the water and said, “Yes?” The boy told 4 that he wanted to play with him. 4 hopped out of the boy’s hand and croaked, “Of course you can play with me! What game?” They played for a while, and then bounded outside to explore the backyard.
“Shush! A tasty garden spider’s scuttling this way,” chirped the toad. ZAP! The toad released a disk-shaped tongue and stuffed the spider in his mouth.
4 hopped down to the creek in the boy’s backyard. Then 4 circled around underwater. Finally the toad tired out and stirred up mud and dust clouds underwater.
The boy traveled to Asia and released the toad into the wild.
The toad explored the riverbank shallow water he was going to live in. The other fire-bellied toads had fights every Thursday. The fights were made of struggling to throw the other toad off. If some toads tried to attack on a non-Thursday, the toad would give them a light kick that would send them crashing away into deeper treacherous water. Thursdays had struggles all day long.
The toad’s name was 4.
The story is about 4 and the boy.
One day 4 was swimming around in his tank, when he heard a knock on the glass. 4 clambered out of the water and said, “Yes?” The boy told 4 that he wanted to play with him. 4 hopped out of the boy’s hand and croaked, “Of course you can play with me! What game?” They played for a while, and then bounded outside to explore the backyard.
“Shush! A tasty garden spider’s scuttling this way,” chirped the toad. ZAP! The toad released a disk-shaped tongue and stuffed the spider in his mouth.
4 hopped down to the creek in the boy’s backyard. Then 4 circled around underwater. Finally the toad tired out and stirred up mud and dust clouds underwater.
The boy traveled to Asia and released the toad into the wild.
The toad explored the riverbank shallow water he was going to live in. The other fire-bellied toads had fights every Thursday. The fights were made of struggling to throw the other toad off. If some toads tried to attack on a non-Thursday, the toad would give them a light kick that would send them crashing away into deeper treacherous water. Thursdays had struggles all day long.
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