The Little Bird by Leonard Tumble

by Leonard Tumble (pen name), 11yo.

While I sit down and debate with a friend,

I quietly notice a bird around the bend,

It circles; flaps, and then it would hide,

Reappearing on the other side.

He’ll do it again, and then land on a tree

How could one ever look so free?

No matter the cause, I am extremely curious of it,

This I notice while I sit.

This mysterious bird is tiny and quaint,

The sun shadowed his details till it’s faint,

Is it sparrow, swallow, sunbird, or robin?

Somehow I know that it observes something,

Then I realised that it is watching us,

But why watch us so late in the dusk?

No matter the cause, I am extremely curious of it,

This I notice while I sit.

Then I realised that one is always by my side,

As if its only mission is to with me, bide.

From the sandy beaches to roads up and over,

Wherever I go, it always seems to hover,

As if it was a God-sent guardian,

Or just a bird flying like dandelion?

No matter the cause, I will always be curious of it,

This I notice as I sit.

How the Stick Insect was Made by Jodie T

Recently, Jodie read  Just So stories by Rudyard Kipling. Based on these stories, she wrote her own. She also wanted some of the fonts colourful. Jodie will turn 8 soon, and is still crazy about mermaids.

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A long time ago, there was a beetle that was round, green and furry. He was about the size of an acorn, and he had six thorny legs and sharp fangs. He was a predator who loved meat. 

One day he saw an elephant and thought to himself, “Mmmm, what a juicy looking animal to eat.” 

So he crept towards the elephant planning to sink his fangs into the elephant’s knee, and eat him whole. 

When he was about to bite the elephant, then “THUMP!,” the elephant stepped on him and he became flat like a squashed furry capati! The beetle became so angry, he began planning a revenge! 

That night, when the elephant was sleeping, the flat, furry beetle crept onto the elephant. He wanted to pull and bite the elephant’s long, juicy, fat ears.

While he was climbing, his thorny legs pricked the elephant’s back. The elephant woke and felt itchy and began scratching his back with his trunk. As he rolled his trunk on the itch, he was actually rolling the beetle!

“My revenge is ruined! Stop rolling me about! It’s ticklish!” screamed the beetle.

When the elephant stopped scratching with his trunk, the beetle got up and saw that now he looked thin like a stick, almost like a stick bug. So angrily he planned another revenge. 

The next day, the beetle crawled into the elephant’s trunk. He wanted to go inside the elephant’s body to control the elephant. As he crawled into the trunk he got stuck in stinky, slimy, yellow mucus! He pulled and pulled and suddenly the elephant sneezed! 

The insect shot out free, but he left his fur behind! Then he said to himself, “I am now so thin, I don’t think I can eat meat anymore. I should try leaves from now on.” And that was how the stick insect was made.

 The End. 

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Minion and Banana by Darryl Quah

Darryl, 6+ years old, who's slightly dyslexic, loves drawing. He thinks in pictures. Whenever he learns something new, he takes notes in  the form of pictures, and his stories are always told in pictures. Apart from drawing, his other hobbies include nature walks and Lego.
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Well here's a very short story by Darryl, inspired by his love of Minions and bananas, and  the book If you Give a Mouse a Cookie by Laura Numeroff  - a cause and effect story, a story circle.

Hope you enjoy his story circle!

The Lorax & the Marshmallows. By Medina Zaharah

A story inspired by Dr. Suess, written and illustrated by Medina, who's just 5 years old, but who thinks she's already 15*wink* :).  Enjoy the story.

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Stompy Romp by Danelle T.

STOMPY ROMP BY NELLE.

Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!

I wonder now, who could that be?

It's Stompy Romp, 
the greatest beast
you'll ever see!

Stompy Romp can hardly see

Cause that's the way he's meant to be.

Stompy Romp likes drinking romp,

and  gobbling swamps in one big CHOMP!

Once some children teased him bad,

"Ooh you big fat ugly monster

You'll never get to eat me for dinner!
And may you never be glad."

Then Stompy Romp began to puff,
His furry chest began a rumbling,
His big round nose began a twitching
And out of his mouth

came a tornado sneeze!

ACHOOoooooooooooooooooooo!

The children flew across the sky and

BOOOOOM!

They all landed in a big fat heap.

Then Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
He squashed them dead.

So now you know what's a Stompy Romp,

It's a big fat giant who likes to stomp,
Especially on rude little children.

BOOOOM!

I think he's just squashed me

cause he doesn't like my story about him.

(But I'm not rude.)

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Inspired by a Dr. Seuss festival organized by CLIC, Nelle, 11, wrote this poem to present. .

A Short Journal Entry about Graffiti by Amelia H.

Can graffiti be art? Is painting on old buildings and walls considered an art form?

 Many people believe that graffiti is a piece of art work while others think it is vandalism. Both sides to the discussion are very strong, but one side of the argument might be a little stronger.

 Graffiti can beautify what is left of an old building. Graffiti helps people express themselves.

Graffiti is vandalism if the piece of wall is just carelessly scribbled on. Most of the time it is just scribbled on and has had no real care taken into it.

Graffiti may be pleasant or unpleasant but it can still be considered a piece of art.

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Amelia H. is a really expressive 9yr old. She loves story telling, acting, singing and a whole lot of other things :)  .

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Each Letter for Each Other by Bethany Kaiwen Tee

A letter named X was walking, thinking to himself,

“But why? Why can’t I be a Lentervist? Just because I’m unordinary!  
Couldn’t I be ordinary like everyone?”

D came running and ALMOST crashed into X, but X sidestepped.

“Ever… do you EVER watch where you’re going?” said X.

“Feniver, I have a mess-” Q came crashing into them.

“Good grief! Why are you on the floor?” asked Q.

“Heniver, YOU crashed into us,” said X.

“I agree. You crashed into us. Anyway, my message-”  Just then, a WORD came – words were letters enemies.

King, the word, said “This place is mine.”

“Lentie, do something!” said Q and X together.

“My place, you hear?” said King.

“No it isn’t. This rural place belongs to no one!”

“Oh really? No one’s? Now I claim it!”

“Protection… it’s under protection,” said D.

Q said, “If it’s under protection, doesn’t that mean that you can’t claim it?”

“Really, I can’t claim it just because of that?” said King.

Someone said, from behind X, “Excuse me, can you please move?” X moved.

Then, they saw who it was and they gasped. Unbelievably, it was Z, who had never done something like that before.

Very much strengthened, the letters went into a huddle.
 Whispering, the letters decided on their plan of action.

X said, “We have to separate King into letters, so we have to get between his letters. You, Q, go between the K and the I. Z, you go between the I and the N, and me and D will go between the N and the G.”

“You there! Q, you’re not supposed to go between the N and the G.”

“X.. sorry…” said Q.

“What? It’s OK,” said X.

“Very good. Now we can start. Let’s push. 3.. 2.. 1.. PUSH!  Ugly King, SEPARATE!”

Then King exploded and K, I, N and G appeared.

“So… what is going on here?” said K, looking around at the mess.

“Really… we just saved you from being trapped in a word,” said D.

Quietly Z spoke up, “Really… we did.” K fainted.

“Probably we should take him to the hospital,” said X.

“Oh, but first I will promote you all to Henivers,” said I, who was actually quite important.

“New Henivers, you are now officially the highest rank of letters!” said I.

“Maybe we could take K to hospital now,” suggested Z helpfully.

“Look, I’m going to carry K to hospital,” said D.

K woke up and said, “I don’t feel good,” and fainted again.

Just then they noticed that G wasn’t there anymore. I looked around and saw G running away, shouting “See you later!”

“Hmm… that’s weird,” said I, “maybe you guys can help track him down after this.

“Great, let’s go back to town,” said Z.

“First, can I tell you my message now?” said D who had come running back to them.

“Eh? Your message?”

D said, “Yes, the message you keep ignoring!  Can you please come to a dinner party with me?”

“Brilliant!” said X.

And they followed D back to his house and they had a wonderful time.

Footnote

Fenivers are the lowest type of letters. One above Fenivers are Lentervists. One above Lentervists are Henivers.

All letters are born as Fenivers. They take a test to become Lentervists, but if you are unordinary (meaning there is only of you and no other letter like you) you cannot take the test.

Lentervists become Henivers by taking a test. If you are an unordinary Feniver you can still become a Heniver if you do a great deed.

How letters are born
If A marries B, they could have C or another B or A. If you marry you can only have the letter after the male or one of the parents letters.

That’s all I would like to say.

(Written by Bethany Kaiwen Tee in 2012)
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 Bethany Tee will be 9 years old this year and holds a red belt in Taekwondo! She's a gifted story teller and homeschooler.

Just because I'm Tiny by Jodie T

Just because I’m tiny

Doesn’t mean I can’t swim

Doesn’t mean I can’t cook food

Doesn’t mean I am whiny.

Just because I am six years old

Doesn’t mean my mum has to carry me

Doesn’t mean I chuck toys

Doesn’t mean I cry when I fall down.

Just because I’m a girl

Doesn’t mean I’m weak

Doesn’t mean I’m sexy.

Doesn’t mean I’m scared of slugs and worms.

Just because I’m a girl, tiny and six years old.

Why do adults sometimes think 6 year olds are scared?

Why do Guys think girls are dumb?

I may be tiny, but doesn’t mean I can’t do anything!

[Written by Jo in January 2012. Illustration in 2013]

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Jodie wrote this when she was 6+.  She's crazy about mermaids