The Terrifying Demise of Bonnie (by J)

     Out of  Bonnie's various attempts to out-wit Chevy, this particular attempt made Bonnie shudder for several months. It began when Bonnie thought that she HAD to be stronger than Chevy... but she was wrong. She approached Chevy later that day. With a confident smirk she asked, "Chevy do you like wrestling?" 
"Duh, do I get seeds if I win?" 
"All of the spray-millet," Bonnie replied. 
"Then yes!" Chevy said excitedly. 
"Good." Bonnie had hardly finished saying "good" when Chevy belly-flopped on her! Bonnie squirmed for a few minutes. Soon she had escaped from the deadly grasp of Chevy's belly-button. As soon as she had recovered from those terrifying moments, Chevy released another horrific attack. He sat on Bonnie. Soon rasping breathing noises started coming from underneath Chevy. Shortly afterward a little white flag popped out near Chevy's tail feathers and they lived happily ever after. Well Chevy lived happily ever after. The end.

Gorgeous Day (poetry, by A)

The sea breeze whips through my hair.

I trudge through the sand

In sneakers.

Sand leaks into them.

I venture on.

Wind slapping my face with my own hair.

It stings, for a few seconds,

But I love it.

The air smells like a lake.

I pick up a seashell,

And put it in my pocket.

Sand flutters, as I stuff 

Another rock into my shorts.

I try to run;

But I can't.

I try to yell,

But the wind 

Steals my voice.

I look out to sea.

It ripples toward us.

I look up, and see

A cloud. A smiling cloud.

Literally.  

I ask to have the camera,

And, with one click,

I freeze the time.

It seems like the day

Will never end!

We are merry beach bums.

We lay down, sand covering us.

And rest.

In this gorgeous day.

Dandelions (a haiku, by A)

The yellow flowers

Peek out cheerfully at me.

I smile down at them.

My Mind is a Conference Room

My mind is a conference room.

Exchanging ideas and thoughts.

Pushing slips of paper 

Across a glossy, glass table.

Passing legal pads around the room.

Debating.

Always debating.

It gets argued back and forth, for a while.

Then, finally, my brain decides.

Good choice, brain.

(Poetry by A)