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

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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-

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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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Soldier Boy by Brad Tepper Well, once upon a battle there wuz da Battle o' Gettysburg. Well, I tell ye that ole battle wuz the damndest ever, o' 'em all! To start me story da North wuz killing da South. As fa' as the eye could see, we wuz beating the damn rebels so bad, half of 'em had to unbutton their shirts to eat! We fought, too, ya see! Well, those were da good ol' times. Until one day, da South disappeared. 'l'hat's what I mean disap- peared, just vanished! So I tell ye, we wuz rejoicing from Gettysburg to Petersburg, one whole MAHL! One day, ten days later the South returned fightin' like da devil itself. Would yer believe it? We wuz falling like flies! No one could figure it out. Day, da Rebels, den rejoiced and rejoiced and . . . well, I wuz sent as a spy-type person. What did I see? A man with a dog's head, frog's body, and man's legs! Most of all he talked and walked Rebel! Dat bad! Next day da soldier-type varmint ate fifty men in a battle. We all ran from the slaughter house. On the next day, wez returned an' ambushed da soldier-type persons' army. I took me gun an' shooted da soldier-type varmint, day called Soldier Boy. Dat Soldier Boy spligered fsplitj into three parts. An' one went to da moon, da other went to da sun, and da last other one, jus' fell down, splat, and died! After dat da battle wuz over, we wuz bof Cbothj scared! Dat wuz de most famous battle of em all, Da Battle of Gettysburg ! Oh, by da way, ma name is General Sherman! 1 l The Great Run by Deidre Dixon 4 Once a long time ago, the old man began hib story, that there ot over there was full up of trees! There were perty green trees as far as the eye coulcl see. A man by the name of Carlo, don't rightfully know his last name, lived there. Well, anyway, he waslone of those Italy fellows, and he strutted around here like a stuffed turkey. All the women folk liked him. Person- ally I kinda thought he was strange. He kindaltook a fancy to ol Tank's girl, Melinda. Tank thati was a lumberjack, a good one at that. Tank tol' that ol' stuffed turkey that he better leave his gal alone. Dat Carlo fellow refused to do it. Well, 'bout that time Melinda came up. Tank had a notion to flatten him, but Melinda would not have it. She said whoever can clear that lot the fastest can have me. So they divided it in half, and Tank went to work choppin' lejft and right. Carlo lit a match an' stood back. Well he cleared his side and some of Tank's side. Of cburse, Tank felt cheated an' demanded another test. I-le was a good lumberjack, but he was a great runner. lLittle did he know that Carlo was, too. They were tlo run the next morning. Tank ran round the world twice, in the same time Carlo could only get around onde. So, to show his real strength, Tank ran around the lvorld again. Well, by then he had up so much speed lie just took off into orbit, and we haven't seen him since. My Identity by Jenny Boyd l I like to think about myself, Who I am and what I be, Am I thoughtful? Am I nice? What is my identity? ' I like to run, I like to skate, I like to climb an old, dead tree, I I like to swim the rolling tide f But that's not my identity. I like the seashore's cooling breeze, And camping with the family, I like the quiet woods at night l Is that my true identity? I like to watch a calling bird, j I like to smash an annoying flea, l I like to find a robin's nest, But that's not my identity. . I play an oboe in the band These things are all a part of me L These and other things I do I I l l All make my identity. l L 1 E