Trick

September Fool’s Day

   Who says you have to employ your trick on April Fool’s Day? I performed mine in September.  The story I am about to tell you is of the best trick I ever played on April Fool’s.

    My family and I were on a trip to the North-East and were staying at a grand hotel in New Hampshire with a water park.  Our dad said we could swim in it, so I was dressing in my swimsuit when I had a hilarious idea.  I didn’t want to take the time to climb out of my boots, so I removed my jeans and boots at the same time.  Studying them, I noticed that it looked like I was still in them.  I took the prop and stuck it under the queen bed my mom and dad were to sleep on that night.  Then I raced into the bathroom and shouted, “Eeewwww, there is a piece of gum under here!”  I had to shout it two more times before my family heard me.  They really thought I was under there!  My dad said, “Bella, we tell you never to go under hotel beds!  You don’t know what is under them!”

  When we reached the water park, I declared it awesome.  It had four water slides, two for younger kids, and they were all open-aired except one.  It took lots of courage for me to slide down it, but I sang away my fear of getting trapped in each time.  Also, there was a harsh turn on that slide that I prepared for, but it always took me by surprise.  The only sad thing about the water park was that kids weren’t allowed in the hot tub.  Most of my family thought that seemed weird, for “Live free or die” was New Hampshire’s State slogan.                                                                                                                      

    Later, before my bedtime, my mom said the first thought that came to her head when I performed my trick was, “Is she really under there?”

    I stayed up thinking about what scheme I would perform next April Fool’s Day.  Then I thought of my sister’s chocolate Maya waste stunt performed earlier in the year.   Reassuring myself that mine would be even better than her’s next year, I fell asleep.

Paraphrased

“The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few” Matthew 9:37.

Some do not understand this biblical saying in depth, they think of it literally.  It does not mean, “Hey, my harvest is plentiful but hardly anybody works for me.”  You have to think Submarine, not Hovercraft, you have to think in depth.

Its paraphrase is, “Everyone can believe, but not many choose to.”  In Matthew 9:37, the word harvest means God’s word.  Well, what is God’s word?  Believing, acknowledging, discovering and applying the biblical word to your life.  (Study Bibles and Parallel Bibles are great for this)  The workers symbolize us.  Sheep, goats, guinea pigs Etc. 

     Have you ever heard the story of the Lost Sheep?  Once there was a shepherd who owned 100 sheep.  One disappeared, driving the shepherd to leave the 99 and search for the 1 lost sheep.  He found it and returned it to the rest of the sheep.

  That lost sheep represents us and the shepherd is God.  He loves all of us, just like the shepherd loved the lost sheep and the flock.  God wants all of us to do holy work in His field, harvesting the word (Grain) and giving it freely to whoever wants it.

  “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.” Matthew 7:7-8.

Envy

Envy’s brown eyes are full of jealousy,

As I swiftly walk into my room.

His small, thin body has never known love,

His pursed lips never felt a kiss.

All of him seems to abominate me,

Including his hazelnut hair.

I command him to leave,

He does unwillingly.

Never to come back again.

Molly the Amazing

  A rat lay slumbering in the forest underbrush.  Twas a shy rat, who never wandered far from the place she called home.  Fear dwelled in her, causing her to be lonely and friendless.  

  Her home was narrow and moist, blanketed with layers of pine needles.  Her mobile bed had been placed near the back of a stone crevice.

  This rat lived in an inconspicuous cracked boulder in an un-occupied part of Colorado.  Because of the cold climate, this rat would block the entryway to her home with wet, balled up leaves.  This kept the cold draft out.

  On a cold December day, the rat, named Molly, was foraging for provisions when she heard WHOOSH WHOOSH.  Molly thought she recognized that sound, but kept scavenging.

  Then she recognized the rush of air.  She had heard it when her mother had been murdered by a white and brown flying monster with a heart-shaped face.

  She was almost upon a bag of bread crumbs when WHOOSH, she saw a shadow and heard talons or claws frightfully extending.  Molly fled, past her bread crumbs and into a land she had never witnessed.

  The unknown flying creature lost altitude and screeched Molly to a halt.  She looked into its dark, never-ending black eyes that were thoroughly searching her.  She cowered while he began his bombastic speech.  He elucidated that he had been very hungry and the first sign of food was Molly.  But then he deduced that she was still young and had philanthropy on her, sparing her life.

  Then, the owl articulated that Molly was the first rat ever to have made chums with an owl.  Of course, that made Molly giddy with joy and excited to have acquired her first friend.

  To this day, Molly and Strike, the owl, are pals.  They shall be until upon their death.

    

Annoyance

  Stands powerful and towering over me as he puts his effort into completing his work,
Red eyes searching the room's every detail for me;his amber hair ruffling.
I witnessed his voice,
Tricky, light, decieving and annoying.
He crept mechanically and shadowy at me,
I felt furious and irritated.
But I ignored his captivating chant,
When, he evaporated and disintegrated, evolving in to a mound of sand.

     -Bella

Sneak

  Sneak snuck through the Kitchen and crept upstairs.
He jumped on the mattress in the Guest room.
In the Bathroom Sneak played games with the sink.
He played on the computer in my Sister's room.
Sneak walked downstairs and feasted on Santa's cookies.
He walked into the Lounge and read a book.
Then he made the mistake of entering my room.
There we had a had a big battle.
I managed to rid him of my room.
I hope he won't go into Mom and Dad's.
I want him to get a bucket of coal!
{Or wait, will I!?}

      -Bella

emperor penguins

Recently I did a report on them.  Personally, I think baby Emperors are the CUTEST things in the world.  I mean, look at those fuzzy creatures.  I believe the one on the right is excited because he won the race, but the one on the left is pouting.  The one on the  right is probably older than the one on the left.  I would name the one on the right Tommy and the one on the left Sara.