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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