Monthly- Archives: January 2022



ANNA QIN

 A Two In One Day

“It’s going to be a white Christmas!” exclaimed Annie’s little sister. Annie Stone and her family, which consisted of her parents, her older brother, her two younger twin sisters and her baby brother, had just moved from Florida to Michigan. “Yes, our first white Christmas!” said Mrs. Stone. Outside their ceiling-to-floor windows, the white snowflakes were falling and the full moon stood in the night sky. “Tomorrow is Christmas!” said Mrs. Stone who was baking cookies. I can’t wait! I am going to be 13 tomorrow! Annie thought. Annie’s birthday was on December 25th. She always hated celebrating on the same day but she couldn’t change her birthday. She waved goodnight to her mom and her dad and headed up the stairs for the last time as a 12 year-old.

“Wake up! It’s Christmas!” exclaimed Annie’s little sister, Grace. Annie sat up with a big smile on her face waiting for Grace’s next words. However, there was no “happy birthday!” Grace just ran into their older brother, Jackson’s room. There, Haven, Grace’s twin sister was already jumping on Jackson’s bed. “Wake up, wake up!” yelled Haven. They all waited by the stairs for their parents. Soon, Mr. and Mrs. Stone walked out of their room holding Ben, their baby brother and stopped at the stairs. Mr. Stone got his camera out ready to take pictures. “Alright guys, you can head down now!” All the kids raced down the stairs and into the family room, where the tree was glowing, sitting atop mountains of presents. There were no birthday decorations or a separate pile of presents for Annie’s birthday though. Fortunately, Annie was so consumed by all the Christmas presents, that she hadn’t thought about her birthday much. “I got a Barbie house!” exclaimed Haven. All the kids were tearing open their presents. The house was filled with laughter and happiness. Outside, snowflakes drifted onto the snowy ground. The trees were covered in snow. If you were to peer inside the window, you would think everything was perfect. Except one thing was missing. 

A while later, after all the presents had been opened, and they had had a wonderful Christmas morning, Annie began to wonder. No one has said happy birthday to me today. Have they forgotten? Although she wanted to say something, she didn’t want to ruin the Christmas mood in the house. Everyone was smiling and enjoying the snow. Lunch was roasted beets, lamb chops and roast potatoes, and Haven loved it, but Annie detested lamb and started to feel a little weird when her mom demanded that she finish her meal. During their lunch, Mrs. Stone began the conversation. “So, has everyone had a good Christmas so far?” Everyone answered at the same time with a simple “yeah!” or “yes!” except for Annie. Although she had had a good Christmas, she hadn’t had a perfect day… yet.  After lunch all the kids put on their snow gear. They put on their snow pants, gloves, hats, snow boots and their jackets before heading outside into the winter wonderland right in their backyard. It was only the kids second time ever seeing snow. The first was when they went skiing in Vermont. Mr. and Mrs. Stone stood by the door snapping, what seemed like millions, of pictures. They wanted to capture every moment. Soon, it started getting darker. Their backyard now had two snowmen, a snow pile and a couple of sleds scattered all around. “Dinner is ready! All the littles (which they called the little kids), come in! Annie, can you pick up the sleds?” Mrs. Stone asked. Without responding Annie angrily circled the whole backyard picking up the sleds and the shovels. They don’t even remember it’s my birthday, and they are making me clean up after the littles? She trudged through the thick snow and collected all the snow toys. What about Jackson. He is the oldest so why am I doing this? The sky darkened and the sun set. “This is the worst birthday ever,” said Annie out loud. 

After setting all the snow toys in the garage, she walked to the patio frowning. She stomped her boots on the concrete so that all the snow fell off. After all the snow was now on the ground instead of her boots, she opened the door and headed in. Inside, all the lights were shut off and all was quiet. Where are they? She walked into the kitchen and switched the light on. “Surprise!” yelled the family. The whole kitchen was decorated with balloons, and presents lay spread across the table. A huge cake sat on their kitchen island. “Oh my gosh!” Annie screamed as she scanned the room and saw all the work put into her surprise. I can’t believe I thought they forgot. The whole family sat down at the dinner table and Mrs. Stone brought out Annie’s favorite dinner. Mrs. Stone had cooked and prepared both a fantastic Christmas dinner and Annie’s birthday dinner. “Yum!” Annie said, licking her lips as the big plate of bow-tie pasta with marinara sauce was served to her. “Cheers to Annie’s 13th birthday… and Christmas of course!” added Mr. Stone. They dug into the delicious meal. As soon as they were finished, the whole family sat down by the fireplace to open Annie’s gifts. “Thank you so much!” Annie had to say after seeing every single one of her gifts. When all the gifts had been opened and there was a huge pile of wrapping paper all over the family room, they pulled out their favorite board game and relaxed for the rest of the night. “This is a perfect two-in-one day!” said Annie out loud. 



ZAYD MAHMOOD

Zayd is reading “The Wind in the Willows” and here adds (from Ratty’s eyes) more rapturous devotion to the best season for a water rat: summer of course!

Ratty’s poem

The summer is bright, just like you my friend

O, summer tell us what flora you send

The purple loosestrife bright with spikes

Then come the willow herbs bright as a sunset cloud

The pageant of the river bay

So clear in the summer day

The fields are green, the animals happy

The caravans ready to go with ‘baccy

The river so clean

So nice and pristine

It is the river not the bay

Summer is the hot siesta of the year.

Zayd writes: Now spring is upon us as Mole decides to start a little diary. Of course this diary has been destroyed over the last 15 years. Or so we thought… Last week in the river Thames locals have discovered a page of Mole’s diary that has had one magical power. This diary has made people feel as if they are living right beside him.

The Diary of Mole

I have gotten quite frustrated with Ratty. Even I, his dear loyal friend, have to admit that he’s been a little bit of an ignoramus this time. After all, did he or did he not let the foolish, carefree, yet kind Toad…. I am just dumbfounded at how this kind and benevolent animal (Ratty) had been fooled by the nitwit. But it is water under the bridge for me (for I don’t know if Mr. Badger feels the same as I do). He seems to have not taken it lightly that Toad has escaped.  Guess Toad’s going to do some rash and irresponsible actions that are probably, wait no, going to get him in trouble with the police. Well, I will tell you something. I am not going to bail that incompetent fool out no matter how many letters or sob stories he tells. Anyways, it is more trouble going to look for him.     

Day 2

As I wait for Ratty to finally be done chatting with his river comrades, it is blazing out here. Finally, Rattyemerges from his little hidey-hole with a depressed borderline sad look on his face.

I asked him why he had such a long face and what the matter was. Otter’s adventurous son Portly had run off somewhere and Otter had become hysterical. Ratty, being the good little chap he was, said he couldn’t bear to watch Otter sob so much that his Gucci throw rug was sopping wet. Therefore he was set on rescuing Portly before Otter breaks down. Of course, Ratty cranks that little mind of his and starts coming up with endless possibilities. Finally, he comes up with the answer that all of us should have seen. THE RIVER OF COURSE!

 Where else would Portly have gone! The river is the most fabulous and perfectly splendiferous for an otter to go. Well, we must go with haste for there is no time to lose. We quickly sped into Ratty’s house (almost knocking the door down) and found ourselves a nice and tidy boat. The boat was nice and well-structured but sadly it reeked of gherkins. As we set off into the river I saw Ratty. He was acting very oddly indeed. He was entranced by this music coming from out of nowhere. I thought that this was the absolute stupidest thing I have ever heard until I heard it as well. The sound of beautiful music filled my earsso much that I wanted to start singing. It was as if the whole forest came to life. The willowherb sings a deep harmonious tone.

The trees sway and dance along. The purple loosestrife sings the high notes. While I am enjoying this very song I notice an island erected from right out of the water. This was where the music was coming from and Ratty was sure of it. As we edged nearer to the island the music got louder. It filled my mind and took control over me “Ratty was tearing up at the sound of the music”. I walked onto the island and saw none other than Portly, Otter’s adventurous (and very cute) son snoozing and dozing away in the lap of an animal. Then I looked closer and realized it was no animal at all. It was a majestic figure. With a pointed chin and hooved feet why he looked magnificent. Then I looked at Ratty. Ratty was bowing in front of this creature and instructed me to do so as well. Ratty claimed that it was the demigod Pan or Himself. That is all I am writing in my journal for today because Ratty is now dozing off near the fire and I ought to do so as well (blows out the candle).