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Chub Chubs tale:

Once upon a time, a long time a ago,(well,not really too long ago) there was a  neighborhood. In this neighborhood was a house….and in this house was a cat. The cat’s name is was me-(wait,no, Chub Chub.) You may wonder, “ Why Chub Chub?” Well, I’ll tell you. Ever since I was young, I had an obsession with food. Food and I have a long history. Like that  time when I was splattered with red,chunky  pasta sauce on my soft, golden fur. Or that other time when I chewed on a boot for 3 days straight thinking it was a Chocolate Bar. Or that time when I-(noo,not that story) Hmmmmmm………..How about I share my favorite story,Would you like that (Response)  Ok…...It all started one Tuesday morning…..

       

“ Ugggh, ” I opened my eyes as the bright, golden sunlight flooded the bedroom. Once I got done stretching, I slumped down the soft, carpeted stairs as my stomach dragged against the stairs. I slowly trotted my way to over my 2nd Best Friend….my Food bowl. My trusty, old 2006 collector's edition food bowl. I sat down on the cold, hard, tile floor and waited for my pre-breakfast snack. Finally, 30 seconds later, I couldn’t stand it. Then I did the smartest and wisest choice anyone else would make. COMPLAIN. 

“MEOWWWWWWWWW!!!”

10 seconds later

My groggy masters were just climbing out of bed to feed me my pre-breakfast snack. Thank goodness. I thought. I didn’t think I could last any longer…. Sometime later while I was eating  my pre-after breakfast, my masters decided to leave the house. I didn’t mind as long as I had my savorous,dry cat food. Right about the time my masters left, I realized that I didn’t get enough sleep after watching action movies the night before…..and I was SOOooooo tired….. Just a small cat nap i thought. Right before I fell asleep, a saw a little, brown fuzzy creature approached my food bowl. 

I probably would have stayed asleep longer if I hadn’t fallen asleep on the cold,hard tiles. I Slowly lifted my head and moved it over to my food bowl. Wow,this food tastes really bland, I thought. In fact, I didn’t taste my food at all. I opened my eyes to find something worse than my nightmares. An empty food bowl!!!! How could this be! How long will I last! I thought. I haven’t even had my Pre-Before-Lunch!!!. IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD!!! It can’t be...can’t….I need my food….

15 minutes later

Ok, I may have over-reacted because I was still alive after 15 minutes,but still… I searched every nook and cranny around my silver, food bowl. I knew there was food in the upstairs bathroom,but I was too lazy to move from my empty food bowl. 

If I hadn’t stopped complaining and moaning I would have missed him. Just out of the corner of my eye, I saw a little brown, fuzzy creature scurry across the floor. Thanks to my “Super-fast” cat reflexes, I slowly rolled over to see what it was. This time I heard it stop right behind me so I slowly rolled over to see what it was,but I saw nothing. That’s when I figured out that something was under me,and realized I ran over the little,brown creature. So I slowly sat up and saw the thing I crushed. Low and behold was a small, sleek animal with a pink tail and brown, fuzzy fur. A MOUSE! Well, now a mouse sandwich.  How did he get in?  In fact this little mouse sandwich seems very  familiar...and very well fed.

“Go ahead, eat me already” said the mouse  sadly after a moment of looking up at me. 

Then I replied “ What? Why would you think I would eat you? For goodness sakes, I’m a CAT, not an animal.”

 “ uhhh….okkk…” replied the mouse with a confused look. “Well, I can see you’re  out of food.” said the mouse amusingly. 

“ Yes! Yes I AM out of food!” I said unaware of him smiling.   “ In fact, a little brown creature who looks JUST like you was at my food bowl when I fell asleep, and now it’s GONE!!!”

 

“ Oh, what a coincidence. Definitely wasn't me.. Heh heh.” said the mouse nervously. “ Well I can get you some food...As long as you follow me”

“ Ok,” I responded happily. But he looks SOOoo familiar...

There on out, we went on the most treacherous journey ever possible. We went through the hallway of Odor and passed the old, SMELLY hiking boots, The Monstrous Vacuum Cleaner, and the Pre-historic duster from 1970-something . Then we treked through the Massive kitchen of Kooking… We  Passed the cobwebs of Doom, The Mighty,Furious Stove, The dishes of China, and, the greatest of them all… Lord Refrigerator, Keeper of foods. Or in another words,we walked 5 feet, to the pantry in the kitchen. Once we arrived, The mouse told me to “ Be prepared and...blah blah blah.” All I wanted was the food. Right then, as the door opened, I found the solution to all of my problems. A pantry FULL of delicious,fantastic, dry CAT FOOD!!! I must have found the gate to Heaven…” I thought. For hours I gorged myself full of food,until I heard something, a sound I knew I should have been dreading of ,the sound of my Masters coming home. As I surveyed the mess,I realized I’d be grounded for months by looking at the state of the kitchen. So I turned to the mouse to help, but he already ran away. Then it dawned on me. He WAS the little, brown creature who ate all  of my food. He had set me up and know he has left me to get in trouble!!!                                                                                     

 

 My guess was right. I did get grounded for several months, and with a punishment of no pre-before breakfast.  Well that’s the end of my story, Chub Chub’s Tale...and good news, we got ANOTHER fat cat, His name is Chubby Chub Chub JR...I also never saw the mouse again after the arrival of the new cat….

The End

Food

Making of Canadian Syrup

The First Nations Method of Making Maple Syrup

First they collect the sap into a bucket. The sap is 98% water and 2% sugar. They didn’t have metal pans so they put sap in hollowed out logs. Next you put stones in the fire to heat up. After they’re heated up,  you then use antlers to lift the stones out of the fire and into the hollowed log full of sap. When the stone is put in the log, it steams, getting rid of the water. You do this till the sap is pretty thick. You then pour it into a birch bark cup-thing and let it cool.

The Pioneer Way of Making Maple Syrup.

They pour up to 60 liters of of sap into a kettle and it takes up to 24 hours to produce. After 24 hours, there’s about 1 ½ liters of syrup left. The sap goes lower in volume and the concentration of sugar goes up.

Finally, The Modern Way of Making Maple Syrup.

First, they use a tubing system to collect all the sap, so they don’t have to manually collect it. They then use a machine called an evaporator, which can take up to 40 buckets of sap, and turn it into syrup in about 4 hours. The darker the maple syrup is means in was collected later in the season. Lighter Syrup is used for items like breakfast pancakes while darker is used for cuisine 

Arctic Seal Pouching 

Ever Since 1996, 3.5 million seal pups have been brutally killed for their fur. Their fur has gone into products like boots, slippers, purses, even phone cases. Even worse, according to IFAW( International Fund for Animal Welfare), 98% of the meat is wasted. Either left to rot on the ice or tossed overboard. This seal poaching doesn’t even provide jobs. Only a few hundred are selected to work part time for a couple weeks every year. Also according to the IFAW, they’ve invested “10’s of millions of dollars trying to try to develop ways on selling seal products.” The majority of seals killed are quite young, between 3 weeks-3 months of age. Some years, it was thought that 100% of pups died. Also, the cost of “ monitoring” the hunt, cost almost x5 as much as it “ brings into the economy”  Seal Hunting brings almost no benefit to the economy, poachers don’t use 98% of the meat, and have killed over 3 million pups.

 

French Influence 

The French were the first European Settlers to come to Canada. They first founded Quebec in 1608. At first, New France was called Louisiana, ranging from  the mouth of the Mississippi River up past now-day Minnesota/ Great lakes and ending at current Newfoundland. Also, said by Tom Richey “ The French also claimed every tributary on the Mississippi River, which gave them a very large colonial claim” But even though they had had the largest claim of land, they had the smallest number of settlements, which means very few to defend so much. The French came mostly with the purpose of fur trading and making money. They made quite a lot of allies for protection and/or to trade with. According to historians, when the indians went to war, the french supplied them with modern weapons, putting them on good terms. The French undoubtedly had the best relationship with the indians out of all of the european settlers. Another big French influence is that fur traders would marry indians, sometimes for better relations for selling/trading. The French shared/influenced others by using French jesuits, going to Native American settlements and sharing the their gospel in the Native American tongue. The French had a massive influence on Canada and changed the country's culture forever.

The Ghost Girl 

It all started one cold December day. My brother and I were driving down south for a vacation. The air was crisp and an eerie fog covered the barren landscape. After many hours of driving, we soon were going to have to stop for the night. When we left the interstate, there was nowhere to stay. About 20 minutes away, we found an inn. When we pulled into the inn’s driveway, I got a good look at the house. It was mostly made of red brick with a wood trim and was two stories high. We walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell. “ Ding dong” No one answered.  “Ding dong” Still, no answer “Ding dong……ding dong…ding dong, DING DONG,DING DONG DIN-I’m coming!” said a man’s voice. When the man opened the glass door, he was wearing red striped pajamas, and brown slippers.He had dark gray hair and most surprisingly, his face was a bright red like his pajamas. I stood there bewildered at his foolish look until my brother spoke. “We would like to stay in the inn.”

 “Oh yeah, the inn, come on in.” he said in a much more friendly voice. “There are only two beds; the guest bedroom and a cot downstairs.” But when I got upstairs, my brother had already gotten to the guest bedroom.

“Darn it,” I groaned as I walked downstairs. When I got there, right away I smelled a musty smell that made me feel sick. When I turned on the light, I saw the rest of the basement. The walls were made of polished wood, the floor was a cold, hard, cracked concrete.   There was a sliding door with boxes and old furniture scattered out across the room. After looking around, I got on the cot and drifted asleep.

    I awoke by a slow knocking. I thought it was the wind as I pulled my covers up and fell asleep.

 “Knock, knock, knock” “Let me in, it’s cold outside” said a high pitched little girl's voice.

 My heart skipped a beat. What was that I thought? I looked around and saw nothing that could’ve made that noise. I fell asleep wondering what that noise could be. 

 “Knock, knock, knock” “Let me in, it’s cold outside,” said the little girl's voice. I sprung out of bed and turned on the lights. I looked everywhere for the noise. No music boxes, no radio, what is it? I searched everywhere, what is it? Half irritated and half scared, I fell asleep.

 “Knock, knock, knock” “Let me in, it’s cold outside” said the girl. By now, I was annoyed, tired, and just plain terrified. I frantically searched for the source. I searched everywhere but the sliding door. I slowly walked to the door and drew the curtains, but at the moment I did, I regretted my decision.

         There, standing in the doorway was a little girl with long, unkempt ghostly white hair. She was wearing a white dress and had a devilish look in her eyes. I let out an ear-piercing scream and trampled up the stairs. As I ran past the front door, I saw her standing there repeating the same thing over and over.

 “Let me in.  It's cold outside” I ran into the guest bedroom and jumped in the bed.

 “WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!” shouted my brother? “There's a ghost girl…downstairs,” I said out of breath.

 “Really?” He said.

 “It’s true” I replied’

 “Fine, I’ll go downstairs and prove there’s no ghost.”  . . but 30 minutes later, he came running up the stairs yelling, “We have to LEAVE!”  So we ran out the door and drove away. As we sped away, I swear I heard the little girl scream.

HAUNTED HOUSE

Derek,Daniel,and Ryan were the smartest people in the sixth grade.DJ on the other hand was the sixth grade bully. One day at school DJ went up to the three.Dj had heard about a haunted house he asked them if they wanted to go.It was a challenge to them if DJ asked “I would stop calling you guys nerds if you do it.”Ryan sounded angry “we want you’re offer!””wait hold on guys this might not be a bad idea”said Derek in a calm voice “yeah this might mean we could get him off our back”exclaimed Daniel “are you in Ryan?” They said in unison. The next Friday they were walking over to the house “I don't know if this a good idea!” said Daniel quivering “well you're the one who to got us into this” shouted Ryan “now now guys lets not fight about this” Derek exclaimed trying to break up the fight “let's go in!” Derek excited. Once they met DJ there they into the haunted house.As soon as they got in “Click” the door had locked behind them “NO” Daniel screamed “whats the matter they?” all of them questioned “the door locked behind us” Daniel exclaimed “no it isn't true my dadgot cancer and this might be his ghost back to abuse to me again

WEEKS LATER CELBERATING THE LIBERATiON OF THE VILLAGE

Buzz holds the Minors hand after taking him in with future plans in mind. The Queen and Frongs pursue a career in Politics,telling Frongs they would pursue a political career so they could go to fancy parties,but The Queen really wanted to become a influential politician so she could lower the age for consent and marriage with the Minor in mind. The tadpole got ex-evicted back into their vault. They held the Nuremiguana Trials. They were a trial starting with the worst and most vicious LizardMen, if found Guilty they sentenced hard labor for 6 months. The rest of those found guilty had to spent 60 hours of community service and 5 hours volunteering for a non-profit organization,like the Doctors without Licenses and Borders. At the Parade of VIlLage Liberation, King Tadpole held an active blue artillery shell as a symbol of the end of the war, but tadpole patriots   thought this was a sign to overthrow the village people and claim in for tadpoles,turning into the worst public attack since an Ex-ward convict went on a spree to with a scimitar until the Overweight TadPole king said he talked some sense into the ex-ward convict and his now doing some good-services for others. 10/10 good game

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Zack's Story

It was Monday morning. Zack woke up in a flash; he was excited today was his presentation on computers. He got dressed in his favorite black shorts and really nice green and red plaid shirt. He went to the kitchen and ate his favorite breakfast, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and on the back of it had today’s puzzle and the mascot for Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
He packed his backpack and was off to school again on his own, no one there to talk to. Some days he talked to himself, or other days like today, he walked to school silent. It was a crisp morning air and the trees were quite colorful, red and green, mixed with a little purple.
He had arrived at school where the walls were bland with white and gray mixed almost like a cream and the air was stale. He raced to his locker where it was a mess, with books and paper almost ready to burst at the seam. When he opened his locker everything exploded, like an avalanche of papers and books fell out. He picked up his stuff and thirty minutes later he was done.
Second block rolled around. It was time to present his stuff. He stood up and gave his presentation and this time he felt like kids were actually paying attention, so he was confident the whole time. At the end he walked to lunch with all of his new friends; everyone liked his presentation. He sat at his normal spot and along came his entourage. He sat next to Jeremy and he whispered to Zack, “Hey think you change the D I just got in that class?”
“Well let me think about it,” Zack replied
As Zack flew through the school day, he felt like he was popular. Later that night, Jeremy texted him, “Hey u going to chnge that grde??????”
Zack replied instantly, “Yeh i guess.” `
He waited for his dad to go to sleep and when he he did he was going to change the grade. Now it was 11:03, the time his Dad went to sleep. He jumped on his computer and changed the D- to a B+.
The next morning he walked to school with a bunch of his new friends. When he got to school, a monotonous voice came over the loudspeaker, “Would Zack please come to the office” he went down there only to find a surprise for him.
“Zack, the principal needs you,” The desk lady explained.
“Hello Zack,” the principal whispered. “We were informed that you hacked the school to change a grade.” “Was that you?” the principal asked.
“No, it wasn’t me; you must have the wrong guy,” Zack announced.
Zack stood up, ready to go, but the principal stopped him, “Zack sit down please.”
“Fine,” Zack moaned.
After a couple of minutes of talking with the principal, Zack left. They told him he was supposed to report there at the end the day.
Finally the day ended, he was supposed to report the office. He contemplated either going there or going home. He ended up going there, only to find more surprises. Once he got there the principal explained that they had caught Zack. Zack was trying to say it wasn’t him but it didn’t work. The principal explained that he would have to serve an in-school suspension for three days and pay a fine of sixty dollars. Tomorrow he would start the suspension and he had already figured out what he would do earn the money he would mow lawns before and after school.
A week later, he finished getting the 60$ and serving his in-school suspension. It was a long grueling process, but in the end Zack did learn his lesson don’t let your friend talk you into doing something something stupid and illegal.

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