Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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1 LIGHTNING Lightning is so very bright. It snaps and crackles through the night. It sphts, it burns, and sometimes kills, Young kids and golfers in the hills. MiJte Merry SNOW It swirls around, the falling snow, It crunches underfoot below, I love the way it seems to land. And glitters briefly on my hand. Mike Merry STARS The stars above are big and bright. They shine on me throughout the night. They ' ll shine for you if you will lie. Upon your back, and watch the sky. MiJce Merry a. 3. iTA ' .a.

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FOOTPRINTS A few years ago I was in the Everglades hunting alligators. It was hot so I decided to make camp on the shore. I pitched a tent and made a fire. I was just about to put on some food when I saw some tiny footprints in the sand. These prints were very strange. There were seven toes on each foot. I was intrigued, so I followed their trail. It led away from the beach and into the jimgle. Deeper and deeper into the underbrush I tracked when all of a sudden two creatures jumped out and grabbed me. They were odd-looking things, about three feet high, green, with turned up noses, no hair and wrinkled foreheads. They carried spears and wore cougar skins as clothes. These little people dragged me down a path towards more little men. Then I saw a beautiful sight; a huge kingdom in the trees, miles long. There was a thundering waterfall not far away. I was put into an elevator made of bamboo and powered by the falls. This elevator lifted me up above the falls. At the top I was led across a bridge made of vines. When I reached the other side, I was led into a room covered in skins. At the far end of the room sat a small creature with a crown of golden leaves on his head. He held a staff with a tiny skull on it. Surprisingly enough he spoke to me and said, Sit down , in Seminole, the language of the Florida In- dians. I imderstood Seminole because it is widely spoken in the Everglades, and I did as he said. He called himself. King of the Wana Kwanas. You are an intruder , he said. We do not like intruders here. You shall starve in a cell, like all other white in- truders. At this point I was grabbed and dragged into a small, dark cell and locked up. Himian bones lay all around me. I had to escape! I tried kicking down the walls, but they were soUd. Then I had an idea ! I climbed up in the rafters and called for the guard. He came running and looked through the barred opening. Luckily he did not see me. Frantically he unlocked the door and rushed in. I swrung down and kicked him, knocking him out. Then I ran out of the cell, down a ladder, through the undergrowth, along the path, followed all the way by the tin y screaming creatures. I could run much faster than the little people so I was able to escape to freedom once more. DougoJd O ' Reilly

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THE STRANGE CUSTOMER I am a Barber working in a shop, Along came my next customer. Who gave us all a shock. Could you guess who this could be? It certainly was not someone like you and me. Believe it or not, A lion sat in a customers spot, The customers were horrified and so was I, Jumping up and down in case we might die. A snip on the left, A snip on the right, I dare not cut in the middle. In case he might bite. A httle bit here, A little bit there, Just enough, To trim his hair. He paid me ten dollars, And said it was great, He left in a hurry, Jimiped right through the gate. Now I am leaving too. To meet and tell my family. The story I just told you, I hope they will believe me. Would you? Nick Se erian