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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