The Mouse Warrior and Farmer Snail

The Mouse Warrior and Farmer Snail

By

Caleb Michael Carlson

     Once in Chili before men, there was a farmer snail who always had rats attacking.  So the snail named Benny Stanley Perk constantly had to call the mice who would fight the rats.  But one time during a fight, a mouse named Lyle got stuck in a crevice.  Benny was chased over to Lyle, where the rats had their jail.  But Lyle shot all the malicious rats before they got their crossbows and shot him.  Because Benny helped Lyle out with his slime, Lyle said he would help Benny when he was in trouble.

     Because Benny’s crops got low after the big, bloody fight, he wasn’t able give some food to his friends.  They complained since he didn’t give them enough and put him in jail.  After awhile they no longer wanted Benny alive so they put him in an arena with some rats.  Word got to Lyle, and he boldly called fifteen other armed mice and killed five other rats.  He and four other mice took their place.  While they were slaughtering the rats, the other ten mice got in their positions in the seats to watch the “murder.”  When Lyle and the others were in the arena on one side and the rats on the other side, the judge blew the whistle.  The rats went charging after the frightened Benny, Lyle did a triple flip and landed right in front of Benny.  He went charging for the rats, took out his sword, slays one of the rats, then threw it to the other and knocked another down.  Then he did a back flip, landed on the other rat, raised his sword, and struck it into his chest.   His other four mice killed the rest who were going to execute Benny.  The judge called for an army, but the ten mice killed the messenger and judge.

     Benny then gave the mice his remaining food.  Lyle built a strong wall around his farm, and had the friendly mice patrolling it.       

Fishing at La Plage

     We ( Papa, tim, anda me ) brought some three fishing rods, two buckets, grubs, a lunch, and fifty dollars.  When we got about halfway there we got stopped by police men, and they said are back left blinker didn't work and so then they got into our Land Rover and told us to drive a little ways and then we stopped and they all argued.  When they went they took our fifty dollars:( and so we drove on to the lake.  When we got there we brought our fishing rods and went down past the dam, and we put our bait on our hooks (a Congolise fished with us) and Papa, and Tim cast there lines right there, while I went over to a dead tree about haflway over the water and climbed it and cast my line right there.  And then I went up and down the log, but still did not catch anything and then some girls came over to me and they asked me my name and I told them and then they started a conversation with each other. So then when I had no luck right there I went back over to where Papa and Tim were and fished in a little pond nearby, and dropped my line there.  Well after a little bit I felt a tug and so I yanked on my line and brought out  a tiny fish and put it in the bucket, and then Tim got one ( he had been fishing there to ) and put it in the bucket.  Andso when we got up to where Papa was, two guys who had fished with us told us to pay for the fish that they had caughten and putten in the bucket, well we didn't have any money so we traded with them a line of fishing string, and a hook for 11 fish ;( 3 of them died on the way home ).  So then we ate and went home although there was alot more things that we did I got tired of writing. 

"Relaxing Popsicles"

 Caleb Carlson

1st person persuasive paragraph

01/27/11

    

     Ah, the juicy, sweet smell of the popsicle almost makes my hair stand up.  This frozen ice on a spoon has a smooth, watery texture with a cone-shaped outline.  My popsicle makes a crunchy sound as I smash the popsicle to bits with my teeth.  This tasty litchi flavor slides down my throat into my stomach.  There’s nothing more relaxing than my fruit snack sitting on the couch.