Sweeney Day School - Katydid Yearbook (Harrisburg, PA)

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SLISII2 One night Susie was walking in her garden with her four little kittens prancing behind her. All of a sudden a dog hy the name of Blackie started to chase her. The four kittens popped into a hole in the screen door, and Susie was so frightened that she ran up a telephone pole. Then the dog decided to give up. After the dog had gone away, Susie tried to come down from the pole, but she couldn't. She started to howl, and she howled until all tht- neighbors were awake. Shoes, buck-sl'ot, tin cans, and alarm clocks started flying. Someone said, Throw some wate. VVater, is there a fire? inquired a neighbor. lt's the Jones' house. I see smoke coming out of the kitchen window. fall the fire department, they shouted. Meanwhile. Mrs. jones. who always enjoyed a mid- night snack, had decided to make pancakes. After putting the cakes in the pan. she thought of hair curlers and ran up the stairs, forgetting all about her pancakes. In the meantime, the night was filled with the elanging and screaming of fire engines. At this time Mrs. Jones smelled the smoke of her burning pancakes and carrie down into the kitchen. The firemen now had the hose attached. A spray of water hit Mrs. jones' face. liinally, al'out one o'elo k, everything was settled. The firemen brought Susie down from the pole. while Mrs. jones made more pancakes and the neighbors slept soundly the rest of the night. llobert llafcv Grade 5 I Up in the air he flew. And dived straight at me. llut I dodged neatly, And he hit a birch tree. After he hit the tree, Ile killed himself that way. I took one more look, And then I trotted away. Peter Zemo Grade 5 THE CROSS OLD OWL The big barn owl. with a terrible scowl, Called down to the horse who was eating of course Stop it! I say, this crunching all day, This stamping around in the straw and hay. My sleep at its best is sleep without rest, Growled the owl to the mule and the various fowl. It's sleep that's no usema dreadful abuse- 'lihis cackling along with the hiss of the goose. An old hollow tree would be better for me, Ile cried from the loft when an animal coughed. I'd be all alone in a hollow tree home. With neither a caekle, a sneeze, nor a groan. Ar down, then. he flew to a tree that he knew I'II sleep and I'Il sleep in this silence so deep! If any come near with a noise I can hear. I'II scare them away with a terrible leer! Gaby Vflalker Grade -I QQ fa KATYDID F047

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