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Fresh cool breezes blowing swiftly OPEN TO PUBLIC SAT. 9 AM to 2 PM manufacturer of quality FIBREGLASS BATHTUBS and WHIRLPOOLS Empress PUBLIC NOTICE Flowers as they spring into bloom Gentle ripples on the flowing streams Daffodils growing in the grassy ws Sweet melodies of humming birds in the trees Freshly baked cookies on the window sill The scent of fragrant roses tickle your nose The dream of the on-coming, mild, rainfalls Your mind slowly day dreaming of wading in warm pools Splishing, splashing waterfalls as they trickle over the green mountain side. --Laura Phoenix SNOWMAN I am a snowman. Greg made me. I have a secret. Only Greg and I know it. I have a blue hat with a flower on it. One day I melted. Greg started to cry. For years I was a puddle. Greg walked into me. The secret was I never had a heart. --Jon Sanders Grade One OH! DAD PLEASE WAKE up!!! "Kristin, do you want to come for aride in the car?" "Alright", I screamed as I leapt into the air. I reached for my coat and skipped out the door. Desig 80 VanEdward Drive Port Perry 985-3100 AN APPLICATION TO AMEND THE DEVELOPMENT PLAN OF THE HAMLET OF EPSOM This Amendment, as submitted by the applicant, proposes residential uses within the site indicated on the map below. Subject Property New Subd vision Epsum Downs April 29, 1988. submissions made. HAMLET OF EPSOM In order to assist in the evaluation of the amendment applica- tion, the public is invited to provide input by way of submis- sions to Mr. Earl S. Cuddie, AM.C.T., C.M.C., Clerk- Administrator, Township of Scugog, 181 Perry St., P.O. Box 209, Port Perry, Ontario, no later than 12:00 Noon, Friday, Please include your address and telephone number in any "Oh boy, another long lovable ride in our spiffy new car" I said to myself. I sat right beside my dad like usual. My young and handsome dad gripped the keys, turned them to the right and VROOM! PUT! PUT! PUT! VROOM!, the car's roaring motor went. We drifted down the drive- way and soon we were on our way for a ride. : "Dad, how much was this car?" I asked as I was fiddling my huge thumbs. "It was $9,938.00 dear, why?" my dad said. "Oh just wanted to know," I suggested. The car ran smoothly over the smooth thin road. Then, all of a sudden we hit something; the car went roaring terribly off the road and rumbled down the hill. My dad huddled me as we went when all of a sudden he smashed his head against the steering wheel. I screeched his name over and over but he was knocked out. I could barely see the burning sun disap- pear among the trees. I just sat there trembling. The cars just zoomed past, no knowing we were there. We were stranded in a grassy ficld. Our car was green so no one could see us among the tall weeds. I tried to move but my wounded, sore and tired legs just let out a sharp pain. I knew that if I didn't get help soon something terrible would happen to my dad. "Dad, please wake up," I screeched. I could hear my tiring echo among the mountains. 1 dozed off. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as I woke up in the morning. "Get, get" I mumbled to the moose as he licked my cold, dripping blood off my legs. I reached over and grabbed gently my dad's head. I tore a piece of material off my shirt and wiped the blood off my dad's face as it oozed down the side of his head. Then, all of a sudden, I felt kind of dizzy and blacked out. Would I ever wake up or will I just sit there and die in the cold and no one would ever find us. "Oh my head," I mumbled. I looked up. "Mom, is that you! What happened?" "Oh, you and your dad were in a a terrible and frightening accident," my mom said. "A man was walk- ing through where you were and he found you," the nurse said. "Where's Dad?" I asked. "He's safe and sound in the next room," mom said. After a week I went home. Then, all of a sudden I heard, "Kristin, do you want to come for a ride?" my brother screamed. Oh brother, here we go again!! --Kristin Cochrane Grade Five Mon animal favori chien. Mon chien ne fait pas de trucs. Il est noir. Il jappe beaucoup. Il aime courir beaucoup. J'aime donner du manger a mon chien. --Leigh McClymont Grade One est un Time The minutes on the clock tick quickly by and we wait impaticnt- ly for time. There is never enough time when you are having fun and there is al- ways too much when you aren't. That's the way time works. --Carrie Saunders TEENY WEENY WORLD Once upon a time, I drank a bottle of soda. In a few minutes | shrunk and shrunk and shrunk and I was so small I could not get on my chair. The next day I went to school and everybody stepped on me. It was gross. One person had gum on their shoes and another had more gum than the other. The gum got stuck in my hair and | shrunk even more. Every time someone stepped on me I shrunk and shrunk and shrunk. --Leagh Oppers Grade Two ALONE I sat, alone amidst the tum- bles of the past, I had told each secret and she had set them free into the sky like a bird from a cage. I had no shoulder to cry on, no tear to shed. My heart was cold, like an empty house wait- ing to be filled with love. Yet, you gave me nothing and I had given you everything. No more remained, Just a chilled sensation that lingered in my soul and preyed upon the last bit of hope that remained inside. A fire burned inside my eyes, a sheer glow cast upon the shadows of the dawn. There was nothing left to do, just sit and pray that one day my heart would once again be filled with happiness. --Rachel Sellitto FLEE Leah Oppers "Teeny Weeny World" SILENT WATERS Not a wrinkle. Not a sound. The water is completely calm as the sun sets. Its rays glow only to reflect off the silent clouds. The wandering mist begins to overcome the senses, and the water moves into a deep sleep......c.ooveviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn, The crawling winds seem to slide through the branches of the proud, white pines. A silent visitor, the water spirit views all these happenings from the protection of his underwater world, and looks on with awe. Slowly and silently.................. he's gone. --Maria Dorig A spirit dampened by tragedies And burnt out with work Comes alive just to see A solitary white bird Piercing the solid blue sky A true picture of freedom. --Allie Nolan My Mystery Story Hello, my name is Detective Puckerlips the Great. One day I was assigned my toughest case ever. This is my story... One day my boss, Mr. Hinter, called me and said "Detective Puckerlips the Great, you have a meeting with Detective Sinclair. She will assign you your case." "Yes sir!" I said. I hung up and went to the place that I had been instructed to meet Detective Sin- clair, Detective Sinclair told me what my assignment was. I was to find Kyla McCrae, one of the world's worst criminals and put her behind bars. As 1 was walking back to my uptown apartment to thumb through the information on Kyla McCrae that Detective Sinclair had given me, someone pulled me off the street. I couldn't believe it. It was Kyla McCrae! "Hi!" she said. "I'm Kyla McCrae. But most people call me Detective McCrae." She kept talking and wouldn't let me say a word. "Hey," she continued, "You're a detective too. So why were you hanging around with that crook?" "Who? I mean, what crook?" "You mean you don't know that Amy Sinclair is a crook?" : Now things were getting really confusing. I had to fake someth- ing but what? It finally came to me. "Yeah, I know she's a crook but I was faking not to know so I could get some information from her." Whew, I thought. "Oh, cute trick," said Kyla. "Bye!" "Bye," I said. Great, I thought. Now what do I do? When I got to my apartment, I went over everything that had hap- pened. I came up with a couple of conclusions: I)Detective Sinclair was the crook but she faked that Kyla McCrae was the crook so that Amy could get hold of top secret police information. 2)Kyla McCrae was the crook and so were Mr. Hinter and Amy Sinclair. They made up this set-up so while I was trying to solve the mystery, they would get their sto- len goods out of town. 3)Kyla was the crook. Amy was the detective. Mr. Hinter was real- ly my boss and I have to solve this mystery. 4)I was having a dream and slowly going crazy. Well, I pinched myself just to be sure I was really awake. | was. Oh brother. Now what am I go- ing to do? Well, as you see some- times it's hard to tell the good guy from the bad guy. But I'll have lots of time to think about it while sitting in my new office, in my new mansion in Rio de Janei- ro, while being surrounded by bil- lions of dollars worth of dia- monds. --Sarah Puckrin Class § PENS Pencils - Markers All Colours PORT PERRY STAR 235 Queen Street 985-7383