Today we have a brand new story for you that features lots of dogs and literally hundreds of barks. So many barks that you may ask yourself, “could they put in any more barks?” The answer is YES. Written by a 9 year old from Illinois named Paloma.
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Doglandia
by Paloma, age 9, Illinois
Hello. Welcome to Doglandia. It’s the coolest place in the galaxy.
We’ve got dogs up high, we’ve got dogs down low, so come down to Doglandia, the coolest place in the galaxy.
We’ve got cool dogs. We’ve got shoe dogs. We have two dogs. And many, many more.
We’ve got ten dogs. We’ve got twenty dogs. We’ve got thirty dogs. We’ve got forty dogs. We’ve got fifty dogs. We have dogs all over the world.
So come on down to Doglandia. The coolest place in the galaxy.
We’ve got Spanish dogs. We’ve got English dogs. We have Indian dogs. We have Serbian dogs. We have French dogs. We have polyglot dogs.
Doglandia is where your dogs can rest. It’s where your dogs can eat. They can even have a house of their own. There is even a palace where the king lives. Guess who’s the king? Yah, you’re right, it’s me!
We’ve got spy dogs. We have high dogs. We’ve got my dogs. And yours.
So come on down to Doglandia. The coolest place in the galaxy.
The End
Roll Call Stories
The Everlasting Chickie Story
by Vivian, age 6, Massachusetts
How does the chicken lay its egg? Well, maybe this story will answer your questions. Once there was a hen named Henny. One day she was walking around with her hen friends until SPLAT onto ground! came an egg! Suddenly, it happened to all of her friends! Eggs were everywhere! All of the hens looked at them curiously and pecked them open and chicks came out! Then Santa appeared making everything more confusing for the frazzled hens. Then they all started cheering Christmas! Christmas! and then the baby chicks went SPLAT onto the ground! and laid even more small eggs! Then the hens put the chicks on their heads and the chicks put the smaller chicks on their heads and shouted Christmas! Christmas! Then the small chicks went SPLAT onto the ground! and laid more eggs. Then those chicks laid even more chicks which were very tiny and those chicks laid even more miniscule chicks and so on and so on until there were chicks so small you could not even see them!Then the humans noticed and joined in chanting Christmas! Christmas! The whole giant party started chanting Christmas! Christmas! even Santa and his reindeer. Next they hopped on Santas sled and flew around the world dropping Christmas lights on peoples houses and chanting Christmas! Christmas! And then they stopped by the house library and got a few houses and decorated them with Christmas lights. Finally they put the houses on their heads and chanted Christmas! Christmas! Until the whole world went to the North Pole and built houses and lived happily ever after toghether.
The Pinecone That Wanted to be a Cow Boy (Literally)
by Koby and Cyrus, Idaho
A Thanksgiving Story
by Maya, age 9, Delaware
Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving! I had no idea what the word meant, but it was everywhere! The farmer, his wife, their three children, everyone was talking about it! I decided to ask the farm car what it was and settle this. He broke into a fit of laughing when I asked.
“You’re such a turkey!” he howled.
I stared down at my feathers, beak, and tail.
“Well, you’re right about that,” I said, confused.
He was laughing too hard to talk now.
“Thanksgiving,” he said through his giggles, “is when they turkeys.”
My beak dropped open. I ran through the chicken coop and cow pen like a…well, like a turkey!
“What is up with you?” a cow said calmly.
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!” I screamed frantically.
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“Okay, so…” I drew a line in the dirt. I was with my friend, the barn owl. “The hot chilis are here. I’m here. If I …”
“Those chilis are just way too hot,” my friend interrupted.
“That’s the plan!” I exclaimed. “These chilis are hot enough to blow me to the moon! I’ll come back after Thanksgiving.”
“Too hot,” the barn owl repeated.
“Well, I -”
“WAIT!” said the barn owl. “There’s one thing you should know!”
“No time!” I said, running towards the crops.
I plucked a plump pepper prestigiously. I stuffed it in my beak. “Gobble!” I shrieked. It was SO spicy! My feathers turned red, but I didn’t blow to the moon. The spice was what I was worried about now.
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There was one last thing left to do. I had tried everything, from trampolines to gummy bears. I had to convince the farmer to eat something else. I stole a ham and cheese sandwich and carried it to the farmhouse’s front door. I rang the doorbell. The farmer’s wife answered.
“Hello?” she said.
I held out the sandwich in my beak.
“Oh, for me? Sorry, but we’re vegetarian.”
