The Three Sisters-Intro

I came up with this story when I was playing with my friends, Erin and Lucy. We were three sisters- Erin was thirty-year-old Rikky, I was twenty-one year-old Laura, and Lucy was nineteen-year-old Beth. However, our story was much different than the one coming out soon on my blog. The story we played had normal problems, such as a small argument between Beth and Rikky.
The day after I played this story, my mom and I outlined it. This was how it got to be so much more of a different story.


All three sisters were bright and intelligent, and quite the same inside. But they all looked different. Rikky was tall and thin. She had chestnut hair that came down to her belly button and was brushed so well it looked and felt like silk. She had big, bright green eyes, and her skin was all cream-colored with the exception of her very rosy cheeks.  Laura had thick, caramel-colored hair that came down to her shoulders. She was much shorter than Rikky, although she was just as thin. She had eyes the color  of a summer sky peering over the top of square, silver-rimmed glasses. Her complexion was not dark, but it was not as light as Rikky's. It was more of an apricot color.  Beth was very pale, with long, wispy, light-blonde hair that came down to her elbows. She had eyes that were so light blue, they looked white. Beth was shyer and weaker than Rikky and Laura.
 

Loggerhead Sea Turtle Report

Loggerhead sea turtles are found in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Oceans, and in the Mediterranean Sea. They prefer course-grained, steep-sloped beaches to nest on, and coral reefs, rocky places, and shipwrecks to feed. Baby loggerheads are protected in sargassum, which is brown seaweed forming large, floating masses. Loggerheads like to eat mollusks, horseshoe crabs, sea urchins, and conch. They use their heads to dig around, and their sharp jaws to crush their food. It is hard work for each turtle to get their meals.


The infants' dangers are raccoons, birds, fish, and artificial lights on the beach.(When the babies hatch, they will head toward the brightest light on the horizon. If the city lights are brighter than the sun, the babies will head in the wrong direction and die.) Sharks and man are a danger to loggerheads of all ages. Fishing gear, boat propellers, and pollution also threaten loggerheads. A loggerhead's main defense is it's shell. The shell is tough, and hard to break through, and it also makes a great hiding place for loggerheads. Some humans hunt loggerheads for their leather, while others protect them by setting up laws for them (such as making it illegal to hunt sea turtles), and rescuing ones that are injured or in danger. Loggerheads have a dangerous life and need lots of protection to survive.

Loggerheads have a long life cycle. After they are laid, they remain eggs for fifty-five to sixty days.  Then, they are called hatchlings until they are eighteen inches, and after that, they are juveniles for five to twenty years. They finally become adults, and the females lay eggs every two to three years. Parents and their young never interact with each other, because the mother lays her eggs and leaves before they hatch. Loggerheads court each other when they are ready to mate, and males will mate with several different females. With enough luck and help, loggerheads will make it through life.

Mr. Plumbottom and the Runaway Tiger

Mr. Plumbottom was sitting in his comfortable rose and cherry blossom armchair, sipping hot coffee with extra cream and substitute sugar, and half sleeping while half reading the newspaper, when suddenly the doorbell rang and jolted him awake. He heaved himself up and trudged to the door. He opened it wide, and there stood a tall, thin, balding man, with a curly, caramel colored goatee, small, beady, dark brown eyes, and a deep tan. He was wearing a police uniform and a scowl, and he spoke in a deep, gravely, tough guy sort of way. " Did you go to the zoo yesterday at two p.m.?" he asked Mr. Plumbottom. Mr. Plumbottom replied, "Why, as a matter of fact, I did. I was at the tiger exhibit. But why do you want to know?" The man just gave Mr. Plumbottom a mean look and walked out the door.

The next day, when Mr. Plumbottom saw the headline of the newspaper, he spat out his coffee. The newspaper said: Suspicion of  Michael Plumbottom!

                According to Jordan Johnson, who questioned Plumbottom, Plumbottom obviously has let the tiger out. Plumbottom was standing by the tiger exhibit at two p.m., and the tiger was reported missing at two o' two.   

Mr. Plumbottom was confused. Then it hit him: Jordan Johnson must have been that grumpy policeman.  Just then the doorbell rang. It was Jordan Johnson. "Sorry about the newspaper," he said. "We tracked down another man using fingerprint method. His name is Isaiah E. Bradbury, and he confessed that he had let out the tiger to start his own zoo. He wanted to get rich. He's pretty dumb, though. Not to wear gloves. He's been taken to court. How he managed to get the tiger out?  After we got his fingerprints, he confessed that he snuck in soon after you left." Mr. Plumbottom didn't know what to say. Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief.

The Adventures of Matt Damon - Chapter 1

Hi. My name is Matt Damon. Matt Damon the dog, that is. Even as a canine, I am heroic. My code name is MDHC.( Matt Damon the Heroic Canine.) You remember the story about my getting lost, right? I'm sure you have. Well, I didn't mean to cause a commotion. It's just that the team from my CNHCC (Celebrity Named Heroic Canine Club) sent me an S.O.S. signal saying to hightail it out of there (hee hee, get it? Hightail!), and pretty much, all I could do was run. I picked up speed, and pretty soon I reached the clubhouse. Panting, I stood on my hind legs and pawed at the knocker, when all of a sudden, I felt a rope tightening around my neck. It extended from a spaceship containing the well-known villain, Alberto, with his assistant, Alyssa.

Alberto had a voice like thunder and was so powerful that he could turn day into night.  Even being very powerful and terrifying, he was small, short, and fat.  He was a husky with long, greasy whiskers, a mile-long tail as rough as sandpaper, and his ears were so pointed, they looked like steak knives.

Alyssa was a Doberman Pinscher, and less terrifying than Alberto, but still scary enough to make you faint.  She was fifty-eight years old and so skinny that she weighed as much as a college dog. Her voice was like gravel and every time she blinked, lightening flashed.  She had long, tangled hair, the color of charcoal,  and was about two heads taller than Alberto (although less powerful.)

So, back to the story.  As soon as the rope was tight enough, I began to get dragged along the edge of the river.  I needed to do something to stop the villains.  Suddenly, the door of the clubhouse burst open.  Christina Aguilera (the dog) and Blake Shelton (the dog) ran as fast as they could, which was faster than a speeding bullet.  But they were still not fast enough to catch me.  Alberto and Alyssa's spaceship was faster than the speed of light,  and being dragged at that speed, my back caught on fire.  Finally, Alberto and Alyssa's spaceship ran out of gas. I was relieved but in unimaginable pain.  Blake & Christina rushed over.  They were about to open their mouths, but faster than the shake of a lamb's tail, the engine started up again.  That was because Alberto and Alyssa refilled their tank on plutonium whenever they ran out of gas.

Well, you know I was on fire, right?  One of the sparks escaped and began to cut the rope extended from the spaceship.  I stopped abruptly.  By that time, I was up by Holliday Park.  Alberto and Alyssa were still speeding through the sky in their spaceship, cackling and thinking I was still tied on.

Soon, Christina & Blake caught up.  "Are you ok, MDHC?" they asked in unison.  "Yes . . .yes . . . yes.  I'm. . . fine," I panted.  Then, Christina began to talk in a rush.  "We sent out the SOS signal because our computer told us that Alberto and Alyssa were on their way.  We still don't know what they were up to and what they want from us.  That's what we have to figure out.  Apparently, they got here too fast and we were too late to answer the door for you when they tied you up and began to drag you at the speed of light.  I'm so, so, so sorry we didn't come sooner.  Blake was peeing on a fire hydrant and I was munching on some dog treats.  We didn't know you were in great danger."  

Well, night was drawing near. We snuggled up together to brainstorm on how to catch Alberto and Alyssa, and, in spite of my wound, I was pretty comfortable.

Lost in Indianapolis – Celebrity Look-Alike Canine Hero named Matt Damon!

Lost in Indianapolis – Celebrity Look-Alike Canine Hero named Matt Damon!

Just like in the movies, Matt Damon is a hero. In this case, Matt Damon is a beloved, celebrity look-alike, female, canine hero.

I am nine years old and have this job walking two dachshunds, June & Ward (not celebrity look-alikes), for my neighbor. One day about a month ago, it was cold outside when I went to walk them, so little Ward’s collar just slipped off. I turned to catch him, but at the same time, felt June’s collar slipping off too so I turned around and clipped her collar back on. By then, Ward had vanished from the scene!

Immediately, I ran home, tied June on the porch, opened the door, and hollered for my mom. The next three hours were spent frantically looking for Ward with many neighbors helping in the search. We were desperate and it was getting colder and darker by the minute.

A neighbor named, Shannon was out walking her incredible celebrity look-alike dog, appropriately named, Matt Damon, when she heard the bad news. Shannon sent Matty to join the search and in less than ten minutes, the superhero sniffed her way to success! Matt Damon rescued the shivering, tiny puppy from behind a bush in an abandoned lot.

After much praise (bones) and even a congratulatory search party dinner, thrown in her honor, it became Matt Damon’s turn to be devastatingly lost. Proud Shannon felt safe to leave Matt Damon at her sister’s house for the Thanksgiving holiday. For no apparent reason, the heroic dog slipped away from a warm campfire and has not been seen since the evening of November 29th. Lost in Indianapolis at about 65th and Keystone, friends & neighbors have scoured the streets, vets, lost dog websites, and animal shelters. But, we do not have our hero to help us search and have not been able to find this gorgeous, white and tan lab mix.

**UPDATE - This was written to help in the search.  Matt Damon has been found!  

My Trip to the Promise Monsters Factory Chapter 6 (final chapter)

We metal detected the Smarshmallow with a cool metal detector. Then we all went back to the room where Zoe had been making buttons and Erin showed me how to shove a needle sticking out of some sort of gun into two tags.    One tag
was my Monster Mission, which said to mail somebody a nice drawing or letter, and it was in a plastic bag where the needle went through. The other one was a card that I signed my name on.  Then, with the needle still through the two tags, I pushed the needle through the Smarshmallow and pushed on a lever. One of those long stringy plastic things that came from the gun, like the kind you find in new clothes, hitched the two tags to the Promise Monster. I decided I wanted two missions, so I got to use the gun again. Each monster has its own mission, but since I designed my own Monster, I got to pick any mission. My second mission said to visit sick kids at a hospital.  Then I got one of each of the button designs, and there were a lot! Plus a keyring and box for them!   I didn't know how to thank Promise Monsters. That's why I decided to write this story. Hope you enjoyed reading it!



           
Eliza G. Bradbury

My Trip to the Promise Monsters Factory Chapter 5

  

Next, Mike led me to a sewing machine on the other side of the room. He showed me how to sew the blue square into the small, sphere-like shape of the Smarshmallow. There was a small hole left at the bottom. We walked over to the stuffing machine. Erin and Zoe showed me how to stuff the Promise Monster.  I held the Smarshmallow up to a long tube and the sasquatch stuffing machine heaved stuffing into the wee Monster's belly. 

When the Monster was done being stuffed, Erin hand sewed a tag on and hand sewed the hole in the  bottom closed.

Here is a video from the Promise Monsters website.