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NOVEMBER 2008 STORIES

     

     

      Ghost Friendly     By Leah, Grade 5, New Hampshire, USA

                I had always been afraid of the old, abandoned house down the block! There was always an old black cat sitting in the bushes.There was a dead rat in the mail box. On every Halloween people T-Ped the house. Me and my best friend Payton were considered the nice kids on the block. There was a sign that said “Stay away”. But knowbody listened to the sign. Teenagers would try to break into the house. But one day they broke it open. They saw a white figure in the house. It was a ghost. Now that I knew a ghost was in it Payton and I went in and asked him how he nailed it up when he’s been dead for 20 years. He said that nobody liked him so one day he got put in that old house and got locked up for the rest of his life. From there on that ghost was friendly. Payton and I lived with that ghost for five years. Then they thought it was time to leave the ghost. His name was Mr. Butsly before he past away. We still visited him to help him clean up every once in a while. On Halloween night they passed out candy at Mr. Butsly’s house. The ghost found two other ghosts. A girl and her mom. He got a new family to live with. Payton and I got a new house. And I got a family.


     

     

    A Thanksgiving Disaster by Ben, Grade 3, New Hampshire, USA

    One Thanksgiving everything went wrong. Our turkey blew up and our gravy had a whole field of pepper! Then something jumped! It was under the table. It was a turkey. He squacked and said, “I’m eating your dinner.”

    “Nooooo!!!!” said my grandpa.

    After that my grandma said, “Grab this.” My grandpa grabbed the skillet from her hand. The turkey grabbed a knife and said, “On guard.” They fought. My grandpa managed to knock the knife out of the turkey’s wing. My grandpa said, “Sit down on the stove or I will kill you.”

    “OK” said the turkey.

    The moral

    If your turkey is blown up it does not mean that your Thanksgiving is ruined.

     

     

     

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