FROSTY THE SNOWMAN REMIX - Jenny the Snow-Girl

Jenny the snow-girl was a crabby snooty soul,

With a pebble mouth and a carrot nose
And two eyes made out of mole.
Jenny the snow-girl is a fairy tale, they say,
She was made of snow but the children

Know how she came to life one day.
There must have been some magic in that
Old silk scarf they found

For when they placed it on her head
She began to slump around.
O, Jenny the snow-girl

Was alive as she could be,
And the children say she had a decaf
Coffee just the same as you and me.
Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpetty thump thump,
Look at Jenny go.
Thumpetty thump thump,
Thumpetty thump thump,
Over the hills of snow.

Christmas

As I am born into the world I can smell my own burning flesh. It hurts terribly, but finally the door opens. It was pitch black but now the light blinds me. I am taken out of the heated cave and my browned to perfection skin goes from burning to cooling in a matter of minutes.
 As I sit here I can hear the doorbell dinging, and the children singing too. I can see some friendly candy canes over on the tree, but friendly is not how the scene is or feels. I am being coated in a snow-like substance. I can smell hot chocolate.
I am moved onto a different flat surface. It has a picture of a person on it. All of a sudden the lights go out again, this time it is very strange because when it goes out, a noise comes on. I can't tell where it's coming from, it might be coming from the stereo like the Christmas music is, or it was, it went off when the lights went out. Someone goes down the chimney and comes out the fireplace. I guess that was what the noise was. The strange chimney man walks over to where the candy canes are resting on the tree. Then he comes over to us. The cookies around me shriek with terror. He picks me up, I can't tell what's going on but his snow white beard tickles my frosting.  Everything is happening too fast. Everything goes black.
He bit my head off first and it landed in his big old jelly belly. I guess I'm a better tasting Christmas cookie than I thought.

Persuasive Letter

2468 Banana Boulevard

Pineapplous, Garden State

FE2 2ET         

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

Do you remember when I was younger and you promised that, when I was older, you would buy me a hamster? Well now I am considerably older. So pretty please with a cherry on top, can I instead, have a ferret? When I ask this think of a ferret sitting in a pet store for the rest of its life, you don’t want that do you? It’s your choice you know. All you gave me for company was a brother, I need a pet friend. I see your point of waiting until I am more mature, but now I am.

In the past you have had the worry that I wouldn’t want to clean its cage, but I promise to treat taking care of it like it was homework, which we both know I take very seriously. I will even use my own money (when I have some) to help with any expenses. Christmas is coming up and a ferret might make a great gift. I will ask everyone for money for Christmas and my birthday to help with expenses. Even though you don’t think you like ferrets, you will definitely get used to one.

Love, Your Caring, Intelligent, Mature,

Daughter

P.S. Hamsters are acceptable too, but no rats! Unless the rat has a fancy hat!

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

Can I pretty please with a cherry on top, have a ferret. I know you have said no before but now I much more mature. If I don't get a ferret then that is one more animal that has to sit in a pet store for the rest of their life. You don't want that to happen do you?
I should get a ferret to keep me company. I only have one younger brother so I need someone to keep me company.
If I had a ferret then I would clean his cage lime it was part of my homework.
I would take care of him, clean him, and love him. With my high inteligence I would make sure to get him all the things that he needs to survive I will love him with all my heart. I will even use my own money (when I have some) to help with any expences.
Christmas is coming up, and a ferret would be a great gift. You always say, "When your older". So now I am older, and ready for a pet of my very own.

Your loving, mature, inteligent,
Daughter.

P.S. A hamster would be fine as well. There are very cute and loveable just like me.

P.S. P.S. A ferret is cute and loveable too.

Nothing Ever Happens On Spruce Street

"Nothing ever happens on Spruce Street!" Rose cried from her perch. Her writing instructor had told the class to write a story. Writing a story was easy for Rose, but her instructor had said to write a non-fiction story about the people who lived on her street. This was more difficult to write about, because in Rose's opinion "nothing ever happens on Spruce Street." Spruce Street is the name of the well kept street that she lives on.

Although Rose was shy towards others, however while holding paper and a pencil, her writing was very creative, and expressive. She had a very vivid imagination so as to accomplish this. She was determined not to just write the story, but to make the story stimulating.

From her perch, on the roof, she could see her entire neighbor hood, her road was a very small, bright, cul-de-sac on the edge of town, when you looked at it you normally got a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach because of how inviting it seemed. Normally when someone uses the term "in the pit of your stomach" you think automatically that whatever feeling is there is going to be a bad one, however I used it to describe a good feeling because that was the only way to get my point across. All of the houses on her street had well kept lawns and hedges. The houses were also all brightly, funky, colored so that it looked like you were standing in the middle of a rainbow.

Rose could see Mrs.Pine gardening while her five year old son, Casper, ran around the yard with a blanket tied around his neck like a cape. It looked as though he was pretending to be a superhero.

Rose liked to sit on the roof while writing because the bright red shingles gave her many ideas for one story after the next. This spot also gave her a panoramic view of the scenery.This panoramic view is what had her convinced that nothing exciting ever happens on her street. If something were to happen then she would be the first to know. She was absolutely correct about that, but as for being correct on her accusation, you will have to read the rest of the story to find out about that.

While the wonderful writer was working, her family was having a garage sale. A raven was ripping across the rough winded, rolling clouded, reflective sky. The rough wind ruffled it's black feathers and rocked the raven off the right course. The raven crashed into a bulky, marine blue book that smelled musty, the book had been sitting on the roof. The book slipped off the roof and hit Mr.Truant in the head. While everyone in the neighborhood rushed to his aid Rose was writing frantically in her writing book.

Rose climbed down to see if Mr.Truant was alright.When she got down  Mrs.Olen was studying the book carefully. "This is mine," she told me in a calm but distant voice, I thought see was crazy, everyone did, she was old and nobody ever knew what she was talking about. And I most certainly knew that that was not her book, I had bought it from the bookstore myself. But I listened anyway. She told of how she was actually the author of this fantastic book. I was amazed, I suppose she isn't as crazy as we all thought. Mrs.Olen is really just a brilliant old lady with a great talent, trying to survive in this hardship world.

After her story I was startled when the sound of tiers rolling up the driveway pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to my head to the sound to see a black, shiny, limo with it's black tiers rolling right up our driveway. A limo? In my driveway? I walked forward to see who was in it. The limo driver got out of the front seat and opened the back door. It was Gina Gray-Star, one of the few amazing, fully talented actors of all time! She is my favorite actor, she plays the best parts in all of my favorite movies, like she was Freida in The Free Gal. She also played Jenny in The Hopscotching tournament.

Gina took one look at my illuminated, red roofed house and smiled wider than I ever thought she could. she even smiled wider than the time she smiled on the television when she won three Emmy awards in a row. I managed to squeak out a, "Hi there."

She was wearing a deep yellow dress that you could only see the bottom because of her light blue coat. She was also wearing a dark blue scarf that complimented her pale skin and hazelnut eyes nicely.
Gina Gray-Star looked back at me as I took all of this in and admittedly smiled even wider. "You must be the owner of Rickety-Anne," She declared rhetorically.

"Who is Rickety Anne?" I asked.

"It is not a who, it is a what," she corrected me.

"Well then who is it?" I corrected myself .

"Why it's the house of coarse," She told me like I should have known already. "I used to live here, I come back and visit each year. Then she went into detail telling us about about how this house used to belong to her. Well, I don't know about you, but living in a house that my  role model used to live in, is not only a coincidence but it is also so amazing.

So after Mr.Truant convinced everyone that he was okay and everyone, including Gina Gray-Star, had a piece of cake that I baked that morning, the limo was pulling away with Gina calling out, "Good-bye, see you again next year." Everyone waved until the limo turned the corner.

Over all it was a good day. I finished my story, found out that Mrs.Olen wasn't crazy, and, of course, I met Gina Gray-Star. The one thing that I will never forget though is... Something Always Happens On Spruce Street!

The Unhappy Sister

I was picked up off my spot and hugged. I was brought towards the check out desk. Then one I was checked out we walked out o the car. My hand was held all the way to the car. I was put in the backseat. On the way home I couldn't see out the window to see the way home because I was too short, this was very unfortunate because if I ever get lost I wouldn't be able to find my way home. The car stopped so suddenly that I almost fell to the floor, that was so scary. I was picked up off the seat and taken inside. I was brought into a very pink room, just the right colour for my taste, it matched my dress. I was set on a shelf and the person that was carrying me walked out. I am a doll and very happy to be so. Waiting for the right person to take me off the shelf, bring me to their house and then put me back on the shelf suits me just fine.
I am so happy to be, in my opinion, adopted, that if I could do a front flip then I would. The room and the girl are as perfect as this shelf so I am very pleased. Just as I was admiring my room the little girl that picked me off the store shelf came in and took me off the shelf again. She set me on a little Disney princess table and sprayed some flower smelling stuff all over me. Outside I heard a car door slam. The little girl in front of me whispered, "Oops she's already home."
She took me out of the pink room just to put me into a blue room, I was confused seeing as blue is a boy colour. She set me on a dark blue shelf and walked out. Everywhere I looked I saw blue. Maybe, I thought, this is my own room and they are going to paint it tomorrow. A weird looking girl walked in and put down a bag, no wait that is a backpack, I met some of those at the store that I was in. She looked at her shelf, which other than me was empty. She stared and stared at me. Finally she picked me up and stormed out of her room. She waked straight up to the little girl.

"What is this stupid doll doing in my room?" She asked with a very annoyed voice. I felt hurt. I didn't feel stupid. I mean I may not have a brain but where did she get the idea that she could just talk about me like that right in front of my face.
"Mom bought me a doll today and I decided to give it to you, and by the way she isn't stupid," The young girl told her.
"Well I don't want it," The older girl yelled. She through me onto the couch and stormed out. The younger girl picked me up and set me back on the shelf of her pink room where I will stay forevermore.

Only One Month To Live?

Here I am on my deathbed with everyone who ever cared about me all around me and I'm only 13 and this is the story of how that came to be.

I woke up, in our small house in California, one morning and my mother was out picking up some things, like usual. I went to the kitchen to get breakfast. On the counter was a letter, it read:

Dear Alana,

I am out to buy groceries and get the results from your testing that you had done. Please get the news paper, from out on the porch, and finish your homework.

From, Syd.

Syd is my mother's nickname, her real name is Sydney, she believes that it is important that everyone is equal so that is what I call her to make us equal.So after breakfast I went to get the mail and, oh goody, there was a letter for me. It was from my grandmother, she was wishing that I have a good 14 birthday in a month, and as usual she sent the letter ahead of time. I got home to finish my homework, which all I had to do was finish reading my book and complete a page of questions about it. By the time I was finished I could here Syd's car coming up the driveway. I heard the door open and I heard the door close. "Alana come down here please," Syd called.

When I got down the stairs Syd was waiting on the couch, I walked to the couch and sat down. She started to cry. "It's not fair to keep you in suspense so I'm just going to come right out and say it, you're going to die in one month." I couldn't move, I couldn't breath , all I could do was just sit there and stare.

My eyes flutter open the light is bright so I am forced to close them again. I hear footsteps, I don't know where I am. The footsteps come into my room. They close the blinds, I try opening my eyes again, they take a moment to adjust, Syd is standing there. "No more time will be wasted, we are going to blow all the money in the bank before you die."

How did I get to my room," realizing where I was as I took in what she had just said.

"I brought you up here now come on, you are all packed up and ready to go so let's go."

And so that is how it all started, not only having that scene but having such a crazy mother. So we spent the next while doing outrageous stuff and traveling the world.

We went hot air ballooning in Mississippi, all the people looked like tiny ant. The balloon was very colourful, it was red, orange, yellow, blue and black. We rode elephants in Thailand, what a bumpy, but fun ride. We spent a bit of time in one of the little towns in Thailand. We swam with sharks and dolphins in Orlando, Florida, the sharks were scary but the dolphins were just plain awesome.

In the end we had lots of fun doing crazy things, we even finish of a bank account, but the whole time I was worrying about what would happen once we got home. Thirty days later we were back in town, but not at home, we were in the hospital. I was scheduled to die tomorrow. I was not regretting anything, I was impatient for my time to finally be over. I had lived the last month the way I had always dreamed. The only thing that I can tell you is "Don't wait to be on your deathbed to live your life right."

The one request that I gave my mom was to "Be Happy Don't Worry." I died on the thirty-first, the day that I was scheduled to. I was buried. I will always watch over my loving, caring, mother, for as long as she lives, which won't be to long seeing as she has no money to live on.

My Presevable Home

I can taste the salt in my mouth, when I go up for air I can smell it too. The colours, the rush of adventure, that is what I love. The sound of the water and all of it's creatures. I can feel the seaweed on my chilled skin. I can see my objective, my goal, my ambition. The object that I am now after. I am almost there, I can feel it.
I am swimming in the ocean. I am diving in the sea. It is so peaceful and tranquil here, it is like my second home. I can feel the shells in my hand as I put them into my underwater adventure bag. People say that I can hold my breath longer than anyone they know, others say that I should go into competition, none of them ask what I want, I want to explore the ocean and all of it's many opportunities. Everyday after school I come into the ocean and see what I can find, I have starfish, and shells, I have rocks and coral. But what I am about to get is going to top it all off.
I can see something shiny in the distance. It is sitting in an underwater cave like rock. I am almost there, but wait, there are the predators of the ocean guarding it. The shark, I can't define it's beauty or it's type. What I can define is that I have to see what that something is, by whatever means necessary. I go up to the surface for another breath of air. I can hear the gulls and the waves crashing against the shore. The shore may be a long ways away but I have gotten used to it and can often even hear it from my bedroom. I can smell the fish and saltwater. Some may say that the smell of salt water, after a while, can get too overpowering to stand, but not for me. I could smell it all day, in fact, I do smell it all day.
I have bait, a piece of dead fish, from my house on land. It was in a plastic bag in my adventure bag, but now it is in my hand, and I am getting ready to throw it into the water as far as I can. I throw it, it is flying through the air. As it lands in the water it makes a splash. I dive back down into the beautiful water that I call my home. I see the shark swimming in the opposite direction. Now I am free to go and take a closer look at the phenomenon. As I get closer I see that it is a piece of jewelry, it is a necklace. I get closer and pick it up. It has green gunk on it, I brush it off. It is beautiful. It is in the shape of a shell, but it is gold like a sand crab. I put it into my bag to observe it closer on land. As I go up to the surface of the water, to end my trip and go to land, I can feel my heart beating. It is like a drum.
I get to shore and look in my bag, the necklace is gone. Back into the sea for someone else to discover, or for me to find on a different day.

Day In The Clouds

It started as a very fine day. Everyone who's anyone was sitting in the audience around me, we were all waiting for the unveiling of the most amazing invention of all time.
While we waited I observed the swaying grass and the cobbled steps, I observed the sunny sky and the main park in The Apple Gardens. As I  was viewing all of my surroundings I heard a horn that immediately took me right out of my thoughts. The mayor walked onto the old, wooden stage in The Apple Gardens, he looked very pleased with himself. He turned his head away from the microphone and cleared his throat. As he turned his head back his forehead glistened in the sun.
He started speaking but nobody could hear him, it wasn't working, this was going to take longer than it is supposed to. They brought the podium out here to the stage on a truck as well as the microphone so its no wonder it doesn't work. Why can't they just leave it hooked up, then when it was time to announce something they would be able to just get it done, over with, finished. But no they have to take the microphone and use it all over the city, then lock it up at night to make sure that it doesn't get stolen, the only problem with that theory is that nobody would ever steal a hundred pound podium with a microphone on it, and anyone who did would be absolutely crazy.
Finally they got it working and the mayor announced the unveiling of the...COTTON BALL! It was amazing how loud an audience could get when they wanted to. It was amazing how many things a cotton ball can do, but a napkin could do all that too. So I just don't understand why cotton balls are so fantastic, or why everyone is lining up right now to buy a package of them. Anyone who knows me knows that when I talk like this it is because I am stressed. Are you wondering why I am so stressed? Well, it is because I have to get to my auntie's wedding and having everyone take extra time to do everything is not helping me get there. I felt guilty not coming to the unveiling so I decided that it would be done in time for everything to work out smoothly.
So now I'm running to my car in high heels and a dress trying to make it to the wedding on time. When I started driving I realized that I got lucky, all of the lights were green by the time I got to them and I made it to the wedding just in time.
I went straight into the back to get ready, and to get away from all those cotton balls.When I got into the back everyone was stressed, panicked, and flustered. I went straight to where the my auntie, the bride, was. She was almost in tears. She had gotten her hair done by a professional but the hair spray wasn't working very well and so the hair was starting to flop.
"I need help!" she cried to me. "Help me fix my hair on my wedding day." I had to make her hair stay up for at least the ceremony. But anything and everything done was just messing it up.
Then I had an idea, I had to help my auntie. No matter how much I hated cotton balls, my auntie was more important than my pride. So I filled the part of her hair that was flopping with cotton  balls, It worked so well that, even though they didn't need it, all of the brides maids wanted their hair done that way.
So that is how my auntie's wedding got saved and I made a friend to cotton balls. So if you are ever in need of anything, think about what cotton balls can do first, you may just be surprised.

My New Puppy

“Please mom, please!”

Here we were at a sale in the church hall and there was the cutest puppy I had ever seen for sale and I wanted her all to myself. All that was going through my head was, “my parents are going to say no”. All I wanted was that sweet innocent puppy to call my own, I could taste the cookies that my parents bought my from the bake sale stand, and I could see all the people looking back at me with their curious eyes. After lots of begging, I finally heard my parents agree, as long as I understand that the new puppy was my responsibility. I said that I understood, even though I wasn’t really paying attention, and that I would watch her closely.

On the car ride home we decided to name our new dog Nala, We got the name from The Lion King. We were almost home when we realized that we didn’t have any dog supplies so we took a U turn and went dog shopping. While we were in the store I got to hold Nala in my coat, can you believe it, my coat! She was so soft against my skin, I could feel her fur against my neck, and I could also smell her fresh puppy scent. While we were there we got food and dog treats, which are very important for a growing dog, a dog bed, rest is very important, even to dogs, and lots of toys and tennis balls, to keep her fit and healthy.

When we finally got home we had to set up all our new puppy stuff, which took what felt like forever. I had to take my puppy outside a lot so that she didn’t have any accidents.

We took lots of pictures with my new puppy and me, most of which we can’t find now. My puppy had a nap and I sat there with her. My dog ate and I sat there with her. I did many things with my puppy that day. When it was bed time I begged my mom to let my puppy sleep with me and so she said yes. The next day I had to clean up my puppy’s dodoL. A lot of the time Nala is a pain but I love her none the less. So my dog may be a pain but she is my BEST FRIEND FOREVER! J