Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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perfume and they kept me nice and clean. Then suddenly the girl picked me up viciously. I said, ' Hey, I ' m not a rock, I ' m a pretty intelligent little, little potato. ' When she gave me to her mother, she carefully peeled my skin; it hurt a little but not very much. Then she was reaching for my bath tub, but in your language it is a pan. She put some oil in the bath tub to keep my skin soft. I guess. When I came out of the bath tub, that vicious girl had her mouth wide open to eat me. She stuck her fork in me then it was sudden darkness. When that happened I said to myself, ' My mother always told me I should have been a doctor, but I had fun being a potato anyway. ' So bye for now. Jamie Piasecki I laughed and sat down beside the three servants, thinking Olipur was playing some sort of joke. Olipur sat down behind me. He seemed to utter some strange words and suddenly, all five of us were flying through the air. Within minutes, we were over the Indian Ocean and flying below the clouds. Suddenly we saw land and Olipur shouted, ' We are nearing our homeland! ' ' See, below, there is India. ' Before I knew it we were over Calcutta. Our carpet began to descend and we landed at the foot of the Himalayan Mountains at a place called Katmandu. In the distance, I spotted Mt. Everest rising 29,000 feet into the clouds. Our expedition party was there to greet us and we set out im- mediately with our horses and gear to venture into the moun- tain country of the Himalayas. Suddenly we heard a fearful scream. Some of the Snowmen had spotted us and were scram- bling up the mountainside after us. To our surprise, there was Olipur landing beside us on his magic carpet. ' Quickly, ' he said, ' climb aboard with the treasure. ' We jumped aboard and were barely able to take off before the Snowmen reached us. Soon we were back in Katmandu, happy to have safely completed the expedition. Olipur was so pleased that he gave me the box of beautiful jewels that I now have in my trophy case. I will always remember this adventure as my most exciting expedition. David Toles There it was, peering into the black, foggy mist. A black hairy horrifying creature. I ran for my 12 gauge shotgun, but it was no use; there was no bullet. It was getting closer, and closer, scarier and scarier. I ran as fast as I could but it was gaining on me. It grabbed me. I was doomed now. I turned around and it was my wife Agatha. Paul Mitchell Of course, ' I said. ' When will I start packing my bags? ' Right away, ' said Olipur. ' Our ship is ready to leave at once. ' I left the house with the old man Olipur and his three tall Indian servants. Outside on my lawn I noticed, to my surprise, a beautifully coloured oriental car- pet. ' Step aboard my ship, ' said Olipur, ' and be seated with your bags. ' For the next five days we travelled over trails and moun- tain ridges never seen before by man. We entered the forbidden country of the hairy White Snowmen who, according to Olipur, were guarding his hidden treasure. Our mission was to gather up the hidden treasure at night when the Snowmen were least likely to be standing guard. We had to travel at night so that the giant white creatures would not spot us. In fact, the thought of them made us shiver with fear. Finally, after eight days, we reached our destination. The treasure was in a deep cave guarded by two of these terrible Snowmen. We decided that night to go up the mountain behind them and come down the secret passageway into the cave. Olipur waited behind while we proceeded with our plan. We found the large boulder that blocked the secret passageway. The servants lowered me by means of a rope tied about my waist. Quickly, I loaded the bags of precious jewels and gold into large baskets which the servants hauled to the surface. I came pounding around the last turn in the annual cross-country race. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I trudged on. The home stretch at last! ' I can ' t stop now, I .... I can ' t stop now, ' , I kept repeating to myself. As I plod- ded along, I stumbled, picked myself up and quickened my pace. My legs felt like rubber bands, that had been broken into a million pieces, and my head and arms felt like weights tied to my body. I foundered over the finish line only to find I had come in last place. Mark Lanch

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The two Siamese cats were wat- ching the TV with great interest. Their two big blue eyes were open wide and their black and white ears were sticking up. On the screen were the two best teams: the Buffalo Bears against the Dog Gon Dogs. Ralph, the older cat, and his sister, Pat, were very excited. All their soft fur was sticking straight up. Meanwhile, their best friend, Charlie Chester, the old witch ' s black cat, was also watching the game in his house. That old witch is nagging again! ' murmured Charlie, ' I wish she ' d be quiet so I can hear the game. ' He turned his attention to the TV set. ' Yeh! We scored, we scored. ' (We, meaning his favourite team, the Buffalo Bears.) The raccoon pair were also wat- ching the game with delight. Every time a player had a home run, they ' d yell and scream. (Even if it was not on their favourite team). Peter ' s black paws were always in the way of the TV screen. The excitement was so much for him, that he would annoy his poor brother. Then his twin brother, John, began to retaliate by punching him out of the way. John yelled, ' I ' ll get you for that! ' One could hear yells and screams everywhere. Even out- side! Mrs. Scrooge, the old dog next door, who heard the commotion, telephoned the raccoons com- plaining that they had been making too much noise. ' I ' m trying to go to sleep! ' she ex- claimed in an English voice, ' and you are disturbing my peace. ' Her glasses were down to her long pointy nose and she was still wearing her yellow party hat from last night. Suddenly the announcer shouted from the TV screen, ' The game is over! ' Just as quickly, everything became quiet. Even John and Peter calmed down trying to hear who won. In the peace that followed Mrs. Scrooge finally fell asleep. Charlie was standing up and crying because he did not know the final score. Neither did Ralph and Pat, who were an- noyed. The day ended. Everyone went to bed and was soon fast asleep. Stuart Taylor He had been running for a tedious period of time in the scorchingly torrid sun. Far down the track I saw his vague outline emerging from a mirage. Since the sun was in my eyes, he ap- peared to me as a silhouette. As he approached, I saw his face fury, scarlet red with rivulets of sweat pouring down his face and splashing into his rotating legs. I saw signs of excruciating pain, torture, and agony. His muscles were rippling as they unwound his great titanic energy within him. He was a man of great stamina, staggering on and on, out of sight. Peter Jaciw As the strong wind blew through the litter-filled street, the scraps of paper formed eddies. They swirled on the dusty sidewalk and danced through the muddy gutters. The people passed by not even noticing these tiny tor- nadoes. There were candy- wrappers, potato-chip bags, Christmas wrappings, even a crumbled exam paper. The neglected trash whirled through the down-town streets and onto the public park. But the people of the city paid no attention to the swirling scraps for they were just the brown autumn leaves of the city streets. Stephen Durst As the two boys walked down the dark gloomy valley, they heard a faint rattling sound that made their spines tingle. The sound became louder and louder. The two terrified boys darted down the road hoping to escape the terrifying sound. They ran until they were exhausted; by now the sounds of the chains could not be heard. The two exhausted boys continued to walk down the road. A few minutes later, the rat- tling sound could be heard again. The two boys looked at each other. One boy said, ' Let ' s hide between them crates over there. ' The boys both agreed. The eerie sound of the chains came closer and closer. The cold sweat rolled down their faces. The sound was just about upon them. They peered out between the two boxes. To their amazement, it was a dog. The rattling sound was the chain, for the dog must have escaped from his master, dragging the chain behind. The two boys heaved a sigh of relief and patted the dog in joy. Ian Fife One beautiful morning I got up. I noticed that a farmer was carrying me to his house. I was very pleased that I was moving because when I was at the store, it was dusty and there was always a smell of oil and gasoline. Here I smelt the wife ' s 157

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