Colonel E Brooke Lee Middle School - Cougar Yearbook (Silver Spring, MD)

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l l ii vmnrriuiuimiti- ,lf 456 .. f' ' 104 as 'f'l'l .fl A Friend by Michelle Cohen Who helps the fallen rise up again, Who helps the sick get well, Who aids the poor and weak, ls a friend I can tell. 'That is what I want to be, It is my lifetime goal, Just to make someone happy, By using my heart and soul. Why doesn't everyone join hands, In the tight against greed. Let's get rid of it, With the utmost speed. l've seen a lovely rose, And a blucbird sing, l've seen many lovely wonders, But a friend is the most beautiful thing. A Horse by Melissa Panick Fast as lightening, Swift as the wind, Smooth as silk. Running in a race, Cantoring in a show, Galloping in a field. Brown, Black, White and mixed, Beautiful, Fun and Work, I lov'em all. .4 it it ti in T K ' 7 ' Z 'Yi l i THE BULL FIGHT or AN EASY WAY TO BECOME A HERO by Erica Greenberg The roaring crowd, waiting for action, Thirsty for blood, hungry for the slaughter Wild with anticipation. The bull is led in, The devil of the laybrinth, He is feared by all mankind, So muchgthat they insist on making his death a sport. The arena is now as silent as a funeral, which in all truth, it is The Picador enters, lance in hand, On horse, no doubt. Why risk his life for a lousy bull fight. After he starts the blood flowing and gets the crowd thirsty for more, he leaves, What an easy way to make a living. A cheer goes up He is here! Our hero! He who will provide for us an afternoon's entertainment, A week's worth of conversation. He dismountsg the tight has begun! My, isn't he graceful. If he's lucky, he could live to be 40. What for? Why? What sport do they find in this? If he's so graceful, let him go into ballet If he's so courageous, let him jump the Snake River Canyon. But enough! The bull is clown, will he ever regain his feet? Or is he to be distributed in the streets of Spain? No, the tight is over. The crowd cheers the brave matador. He mounts his horse and circles the arena. Gallantly, like Johnny come home from the war. Flowers and money fly everywhere. All is quiet. The money has been swept up. The crowd has long since left. The matador and his friends are gone. 4 The bull has just been taken away. T But the blood and the sweat that the bull excreted remains forgotten evermore Ole ! 40 l

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The Two Foxes Once upon a time there were two foxes who in the winter were always very hungry. In fact they were almost famished. In the winter they were always trying to steal food from neighboring places or from people passing by. They both had one problem. They had too much pride. One would never let the other one know that he was actually starving. One fox would say to the second one, I have all the food in the world. Then he would try to stop his stomach from grumbling. The next one would say, I have all the food in the world, plus everything else. Then he tried to hold back a groan. After that at the same time they would say But I could use a tiny bit more. The only thing was that every time they tried to steal food from the closest farm, they would get caught. So the smarter fox said, Why don't we get to- gether and I will hold the door and keep watch while you steal the chickens. The second fox who had the most pride said, ..Nah'., In about a week the second fox started to die from starvation so he said, Allright, I'll go. So they went and got the chickens. The second fox was weak the rest of his life from having too much pride. Moral: Pride cometh before a fall or united we stand, divided we fall. By David Meister A CAT by Kathleen Chow Once there was a cat Who ate a fat rat. After he was nice and full He felt as strong as a bull. He said to himself I'm king of the jungle. I'm king, he mumbled I'm strong But not for long, Said a voice behind him It was Tim, The real king of the jungle. Now the cat Who ate fat rats Never said when he was full He felt as strong as a bull. The Peacock and the Wolf by Kendall Butts One day a peacock was basking in the sun admir- ing himself. A wolf was watching hungrily behind a bush thinking of a plan to catch the conceited pea- cock. Eventually the wolf came out and asked, Pray tell, peacock, what are you doing? The peacock answered, I am admiring my beauti- ful tail feathers in the bright sun. Why do you ask? Well, the wolf said, I thought that you were trying to change your ugly color. Besides, what feathers are you talking about? I don't see any. The peacock, becoming very angry, stomped up to the wolf and put his feathers right under the wolf's nose. Mr. Wolf, now do you see these beautiful feathers? asked the bird. No, I don't, they are tickling my nose, put them in front of my eyes, the wolf said. And with this he gobbled the peacock up, feathers and all. Then the wolf said, Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction. My First Big Catch by David Delmar The captain of the Sea Gull greeted my family and me as we boarded the boat for a day of flounder fishing. While we stored our gear below, the boat eased slowly backwards out of the slip, and then moved rapidly into the sea lanes. The nearer we came to the trolling area, the more excited I became. I baited the two sharp hooks on my line, with slimy squid and squirming minnows. I dropped the line over the side of the boat and released the reel. I could feel the weight bumping along the rough bottom of the bay. I felt a tiny nibble. Quickly, I set the line. Suddenly, I was jerked from my chair by a giant force. Just as I thought I would be pulled over the side of the boat, I felt a pair of strong arms fold across my chest. Give him some line. It was the voice of the captain. Now, take up the slack in your line. For over fifteen minutes, I see-sawed the line in and out. Just when I thought the unknown creature was eidiausted, he would lurch forward again. Some- one called, Get the boat net. Then I saw the outline of the demon near the surface ofthe water. I yelled, Get the boat hook. It was an enormous Sting-ray, weighing about sixty five pounds. Needless to say, I did not want to net this catch. Not wishing to come closer to his barbed tail, the captain pulled the line to the side of the boat and carefully cut the bat-like creature free. He slithered gracefully away, probably none the wiser for the ordeal. WQCD

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ff V! Sir Sneeze-A-Lot by Betsy Pastor Sir Sneeze-A-Lot was walking through a garden in the cemetery one day when he stumbled over a plant. Leaning down he looked at it, and immediately began to sneeze. The sneezes were not soft sneezes, mind you, he awakened three dead persons with his first sneeze and made the preacher bald with his second. If you haven't guessed by now the plant was the highly dangerous sneezing plant. One glance at it and youill start sneezing for God knows how long! Now Sir Sneeze-A-Lot didn't know what to do. He was sneezing 177 sneezes a second, so of course he couldn't tell anyone his problem. But he soon found out he didn't have to because people for miles around knew what the horrible, screeching noises were. They scattered away as fast as they possibly could, before the Sir could get closer to them. But, fortunately for him, the loud terrible sneezes eventually came down to a deafening roar and the pharmacists allowed him to come into their stores for help. The first pharma- cist said, I'se so sorry, Sir, but there's nothing I'se can do fo' you. As far as I'se knows, there's no cures for yours dread disease. Sorry, Sir, good day. But that certainly was not a good day for Sneeze-A-Lot. But he was in luck at the second store, for the pharmacist knew the cure. Says him, Sure, I know that cure. It's a right simple one, at that. Allise you has to do is eat a lot of pepper. And with that the pharmacist led him to the great pepper field. The field was chock full of pepper, all right. The pharma- cist told Sir Sneeze-A-Lot to start eating the pepper and assured him that he would not sneeze while he was eating it. So he started to eat the terrible tasting thing and after a long, long while, he was finished. He sat back and rested a moment weary from the hor- rible cure. An then, Sir Sneeze-A-Lot let out a sneeze that nobody will ever hear the like of in a zillion years! It was so loud it killed all the plants in the area for miles around, broke all the windows of the houses in 5197 neighborhoods, and deafened any person who hap- pened to be around for 82 miles including the phar- macist. But the pharmacist was used to that, and got his hearing back the next year. But the main thing it did was cure Sir Sneeze-A-Lot from ever uttering a single sneeze in his life again! And I suppose I should mention that it made the people for 82 miles around never sneeze also! Small But Mighty One day in Ethiopia there was a herd of big gray elephants stampeding thru the brush. When the ele- phants were pretty far away, a little black mouse poked his head thru the tunnel to see what the noise was. As soon as he poked his head thru the opening of the tunnel, he almost got his head knocked off. He fell down the ladder to the bottom of the dark tunnel, and under the bed he flew. He heard a crum- bling sound and a big elephant foot fell through the tunnel and ruined his little house. By this time the little mouse was quite annoyed. He flew from under his bed, and he raced up his ladder and poked his head through the ground carefully. He saw some big elephants chewing up his camouflage around his home. He walked up to the king elephant, forgetting how small he was and bit the king elephant right on the tail. The king elephant screamed, and seeing this the other elephants ran away, with the king elephant right at their heels. Moral: lt doesn't matter how small you are, if you have determination. Nicky Patchan LOVE by Karen Klanga 'Love can be found all over town It can bring joy when you are down It can bring faith to the one with no hope. It can help when you find you can't cope. Love can be found in a girl and boy. But most of all Love is joy. Butterflies by Dorothy Trinh Butterflies are such a beautiful sight The colors on its wings glimmer in the warm sunlight. They land on flowers with such grace, And take off with a fast pace They flutter in the air as the wind blows gently. And as I watch so intently, I think of other beautiful things, Like the bird's flight and the strength of its wings. if ff-p 'fl . .111-