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

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The Mouse and the Catl' by Bridget Moyle Seven little mice had just come storming through the door of their home, seeking safety from a cat. One little mouse had come in last, and had his pointed nose high in the air. I'm not afraid of that cat, said that mouse. That cat would never catch me, for I am too fastf, All the other mice began to scatter as the cat entered the room. Ah, said the cat. Be gone, said the little mouse filled with con- ceit. I'm not afraid of you!', And with his last word, the cat had eaten the little mouse up. MORAL: Self-conceit may lead to self-destruction. The Colony of Bees by .Ienny Boyd There once was a colony of bees. This colony was enormous and lived in richness of nectar and honey. These bees were ruled by a gentle, brave, and intelli- gent queen, a beauty to look upon. But, one day the worker bees failed to bring back nectar for the hive to make honey with. The drones being partially irritated that day, chased the workers out. The workers were offended and decided never to go back to the hive. The drones were very pleased with themselves and went to her majesty, the queen. But, she was furious and banished them all. Just after the drones had left, Old Grouch, The Bear, came along. He often came to get honey from the hives, but he never got any. The bees always chased him away. This time, however, no bees chased him away so he took all the honey. The queen, having no honey and no workers to get more honey and no drones to get more workers, soon died. Meanwhile, the workers who had no queen to rule them, also died. The drones likewise died. How pros- perous they all were when working together. MORAL: United we standg divided we fall. The Lion and the Fox by Kim King One day there was a lion and a fox talking together near to a lake. The fox had obviously siad something to the lion which the lion did not like. The fox had already started to run because he knew the lion was mad. Sure enough, the lion took out after him. They were both slowing down, but the lion was catching up to the fox. There were two hunters hiding behind a tree watching the fox and lion. One of them shot the fox and the other shot the lion. MORAL: Donit try to hurt anyone else because you may get hurt, too. I I IN THE MEADOW 'p by Dorothy Trinh In the meadow where the green grass grows, l sit in the sun and twiddle my toes. I smell the sweet blossoms that grow all around, And then I sit still and listen to the soundsg E Of birds chirping and singing in the sky, Y And of the summer breeze blowing by, i And the rustling of trees in the distance I see, And maybe the buzzing of a honeybee! I I love this meadow - so bright and gay, That all my life I will always say, r That the meadow is the best place to be, And if you don't believe me, just come here and see! US by Debbie Steinman As long as the waters rush on, and the land wears low, There will always be me, there will always be y'ou. There will always be us. As long as the wind breezes by, and the trees sway high There will always be me, there will always be you. There will always be us. As long as the nights become cold, and the days wear short There will always be me, there will always be you. There will always be us. j As long as the world turns, and life goes on, 3 There will always be me, there will always be you. There will always be us. Q The Bird and the Elephant I by Scott Dubit 1 l One day near his home jungle, the gigantic ele- phant was walking along, shaking all the ground near him whenever he took a step. Up above was a graceful bird flying high above the elephant. The elephant wished that he could move so easily and lightly. The elephant moved slowly along shaking everything and making loud noises when the bird came down laugh- ing. He said to the elephant, Don't you wishithat you could fly like me, instead of shaking the whole jungle? I am the best flyer, said the bird. '4Everyone should envy me, the way that I ily so easily through the air, so fast, not disturbing anything in the air. I am beautiful. Just then, while bragging to I the elephant instead of watching where he was going, the bird hit a tree and fell to the earth dead. The elephant was now quite content with the way, he walked. , MORAL: Be content with what you are. I I I

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A Fable By David Delmar A lion cub romped happily through the forest, pouncing at each moving leaf and creature he saw. It was growing dark, and a firefly flickered infront of him. As he started to swat the tiny insect, it said, Please, handsome lion, do not crush me with your paw. Someday I will repay your kindness. The cub decided that the small creature was not worth chasing, and continued to play. As it grew darker and darker, he wandered farther and farther into the forest. Each leap took him away from his family den. He suddenly realized that he was lost, and he began to cry, Please, someone, help me. Then out of the darkness came a bright glow. It was the tiny firefly and his friends. They led the lost cub back hom to the safety of his family den. You cannot live by brute force alone. Everyone needs friends no matter how small. The Bridge, the Peacock and the Fox One fine summer day a sly and witty fox had an irresistable craving for a peacock. He didn't know how he could catch a beautiful bird such as the peacock, and all day he pondered over an idea to catch a peacock. Then the sly fox got an idea when he saw two bears on a narrow bridge arguing over which of the two should step to the side and allow the other to go past. The fox observed the two bears arguing. He heard the smaller of the two bears say, Please, sir, if you would kindly step aside and allow a smaller and helpless creature to go by, I will be grateful. The larger bear allowed the smaller one to pass him and then walked off in the direction of the setting sun. Now the fox, who was a very wise fox, figured, Well, if I should meet a peacock half way, flatter it, and then allow the bird to go by first, I could pounce on the peacock while its back is turned! Then I'll have a feast for supper. A The fox hid behind a tree until he saw a fine, fat peacock crossing the narrow bridge. The fox darted out from behind the tree and on to the bridge. There he met the peacock half way and said, My, I should sit on the railing of this narrow, narrow bridge, and let a far more exotic creature then myself go by ll'Sll.,, Now the flattered peacock waited until the fox seated himself on the railing, then he said, Thank you, dear fox, for letting me go first! With that the peacock strutted past the fox with his head held high, and a conceited look on his face. The fox then pounced on the bird, and had a fine meal that night. Moral: Don't trust former enemies, and don't be taken in by flattery. By Linda Hsiao Round-Up Rob and His Hosses by Erica Greenberg Sure, I 'member ol' Rob. There ain't no one in all these parts who don't. Was way down in Oklahoma he got his start. He worked for old Judge Stonehart. You might not 'member him, he's long gone, he is. Buried down near San Antonio. Gone now for nearly ten years. Was sad, might sad. But I'm sure you don't wanna hear 'bout the Judge. But its cuz of him Rob got his start. Used to go way down South to the Rio Grande, he would. The Judge used to let him buy hosses for him. Rob sure had a good eye for hosses, only the best. Then Rob would take a good long look at 'em, pick the wildest one outa the bunch an' break em right then an' there. Then I'll be darned ifin he didn't ride that beast back up north roundin' the whole bunch of em. Folks say he did it jus' so's the Judge would give 'em a raise. Well, some of them fellers who worked for the Judge used to cheat 'em whenever Rob weren't 'round. You see, they used to up an' steal some of the J udge's finest hosses an' git 'way with it, cuz Rob weren't 'round to stop 'em. Well, I'll be dammed ifin' one day the Judge him- self is out makin' the rounds, an' he see's his own hands leadin' 'way his favorite hoss. So's the next day Rob came back an' fast as lightin' the Judge dragged him into his office, sat him down an' told him 'bout it. The two of 'em sat there an' sat there fer three days, seein' as neither one of 'em wanted to lose the help. Finally though, wouldn't cha know it, Rob de- cided to rebrand all the hosses, jus' in case. So he an' the Judge wen' out durin' the night, so's none of the help would find out, an started a big fire to heat the brandin' iron. Well, wouldn't yo' know it, them two got mighty sleepy brandin' hosses all night long, finally so's it happened, the Judge fell asleep. Rob kept at it, 'til at long last he only had the new herd jus' in from Rio Grande to brand. This herd was full of them young, wild broncs, an' even Round-up Rob had a hard time. He go so fed up with 'em that finally jus' put on his hobnail boots an' stuck 'em in the fire an' stepped on them thar hosses, very lightly mind you', but heavy 'nough so's to make the skin burn 'way where's even the hobnails touched. After a while the ol' Judge died, an' the ranch fell to shambles. Ol' Round-Up moved on, an' ifin ya go out for a ride or walk you'll probably see some of them Hobnail Hosses still runnin' 'round.

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