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Meet the first dou dou bird prize!
This bird is 8 inches tall, 2.75 inches wide and he is 7.5 inches in length.
Always felt like this bird had a special purpose and here it is, he will launch the monthly writing contest. So this contest is getting started late but I will start next month’s contest on the 1st.
To Enter: Just post your story in the comments section
Rules & stuff:
Anyone can enter!
100 – 1,000 words
The story must be about the bird pictured
Post your story in the comments for this post
One entry per person
Must be an original story that you wrote
Deadline is the last day of the month
Winner will be announced on the 5th of the following month
Keep it clean, children might read this blog, if I don’t think your story is appropriate, I’ll delete it, sorry.
Might add more rules later, we’ll see how it goes.
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Haiku to You, DouDou Bird ~
A crick in his neck
From looking to the heavens
He must know something
But what could it be?
Maybe he wants to keep it
A secret from us
I’m sure it’s all good
As most things heavenly are
But only he knows
Hugs, Margie
And Margie takes the lead………..
Nice prize. I’ll have to try to think of a story.
Hi,
It’s a lovely bird, and very well made. I’m not good with writing stories, so I will leave that for others.
Thank You for visiting my blog.
Ruby, the littlest hummingbird, so wanted to learn to fly. As she watched from the ground, the other hummingbirds flitted in and out of the flowers, sucking nectar and flying backwards just to show off. Ruby arched her neck to watch her brother, Rust, sip nectar from the hyssop flowers.
“Come on, Ruby,” Rust called, “You can do it. Just flap your wings.”
Ruby skipped in hopping steps over the paver stones and flapped her wings. No flight. She climbed a small boulder and jumped off, flapping furiously. She thudded to the ground.
Rust landed next to her. He led her over to a stick that had fallen onto the edge of the path. Together, they dragged one end onto the small boulder, creating a see-saw. Ruby sat on the end of the branch and Rust jumped on the other end with all his might.
Ruby was airborne! She started flapping her wings. This time, she did not thud to the ground. This time, she whirred above the flowers and darted left and right, flying for the first time.
How do you enter???
To Enter: Just post your story in the comments section
Unsure of what the future may hold, the little bird knows not where to go.
Unsure of what the past has meant, the little bird’s memories err.
This little bird only knows he must fly; Now is the only thing that this little one is sure of. Now, is what this small one lives for. Now, is all this bird has.
Now is all he has left.
He sings for Now, and this little one never forgets; Now is all we have left.
Maybe I’ll give it a try next month…although creative writing is not my strong point….if I’m familiar with the species maybe I’ll just stick to what I like to do…share their amazing behavior. Thanks for visiting my blog, maybe you can do a sculpture of a Yellow-billed hornbill…they have so much character!
Oh I will, they’re awesome!!
A bird of clay once stood there, its wire feet set on the wooden shelf, its painted-on eye by chance trained on the window. Through the glass it saw the sky, a small framed rectangle of it, and its unblinking eye caught every moment of the visions that appeared there. The bird saw burning scarlets and golds, calm blues and turbulent purples. It saw clouds like cotton and clouds like feathers in the air, and others that poured out water while they boomed flashed white fire. It saw the flaming light that would rise from and sink back into the horizon over and over again, and the glowing stone that would take its place and then fade away, at the same time expanding to a full orb before shrinking back into a sliver. It saw the stars sparkle and wink like they were tapping out a code, jokes amongst themselves. The bird fell in love with the sky, if a creature with no heart in its uniform insides could be said to fall in love, and it wished beyond all else to be a part of it.
Once in a while the bird would catch sight of motion in its precious sky. Mysterious creatures, appearing at that far-off distance like small lines bent in the middle, each segment pumping up and down, propelling themselves across the pane of sky. Something about them stirred a peculiar sensation in the bird, a feeling like becoming aware of previously undiscovered internal organs. For the first time the bird felt constricted in its immutable form. It wanted to break itself and reform into a new and improved being, it wanted to occupy a different shape in space and thus conquer its simple world. But the bird despaired, for no amount of desire or will could break the bonds that imprisoned it; they were an undeniable part of the bird itself.
Some time later, a time filled with desperation and longing with an undercurrent of undying hope, something changed. The window had been opened. Where there once was a distorting barrier of glass, there now was open space. A breeze blew; the scent of new life (for of course it was springtime) drifted in. And, for the first time in its sheltered existence, the bird heard a song. The chirped notes rang in the air and died away, each one leaving pleasant vibrations and a feeling of warmth within, aided by the now unobstructed sunlight. Its need was stronger than it had ever been before; in that moment it was made all of yearning, not sculpting clay. With a crack clay wings broke free of its body, its solid beak split in half and its wire knees bent and creaked. Testing its new voice with a song of triumph and joy, the reborn bird leapt off its shelf and fluttered onto the window ledge, where it crossed the threshold airborne and soared into the clouds.
From then on the bird saw the sky not as an image in a window-frame, but as it truly was: a whole world. Its world.
The cracked silver plastic lid would sparkle in the unrelenting sunlight if it wasn’t smudged by the dusty testaments of passersby. The clear bottle containing only a little of the pink liquid is as dirty as its lid. Practically hidden are the words “Sumptuous Strawberry” on the long body of the lip gloss container. Surrounding it, sticking up from cracks in the old cement, stands small crinkled tufts of dying brownish crab grass. Leona paces nervously in front of the chain-link gate. She toes the lip gloss tube on the ground, tries not to think about the phonecall she received last night; a voice from another time. Anxiety slowly bites into her and she startes to feel claustrophobic. The buildings, the sky itself are pressing down on her, watching, seeing her weakness, and jeering as they lean down to get a better look at the failure herself.
She leans back against the tall fence, intertwining her long fingers in its diamonds. A sharp prick. A perfect dot of blood appeares on her tan index finger. Slowly expanding, blood begins to drip onto the gray
sidewalk. Wind swirls the paper trash around in the deep gutter, a small hurricane of candy bar wrappers and cigarette butts. The deserted lot in front of her is filled with dead grass and overgrown weeds. Late afternoon sun beats down, singling out the tin soda cans and bits of broken glass that lie among the weeds.
Glancing at her watch, she notices her shadow getting longer, Leona sighes impatiently and crosses her feet again, trying to find a more comfortable position while sucking on her punctured finger. The
condemned movie theatre next to her grows taller as the sunlight gradually draws back its glare. The gray-white wall smeared with black, red, and blue graffiti looks more dismal than it did an hour ago. It
stands as a solid reminder that nothing lasts forever, even what is built on solid stone.
In the dissipating sunlight she catches the flash of pink, like newborn flesh, behind the theater and watches as his pink Chevy finally rounds the corner and heads towards her. The car casts a dark shadow on
the street along with the buildings and Leona herself. Letting go of the fence, regaining her posture, she shades her eyes as a deep red ray of the dying sun points to her, probing. A glint of turquoise and sparkling gold peep out at her from behind the newly washed windshield. It dangles from the rearview mirror like it has since the day she first laid eyes on the car. The wooden bird trembles at the gust of wind that suddenly sweeps through the vehicle. He drives with the windows cracked even in the thick of winter. The white underbelly faces her for a moment as the inanimate body twists in the wind. It reminds her, briefly, of innocence and nature and a bird’s song. The head swiftly tilts back towards her, painted deep set eyes glare at her out of a mess of green and red and gold smudges imitating feathers. Sea colored wings do not lift in the breeze. Leona suddenly bites back a gulp of sorrow for the little swaying likeness of life that will never fulfill itself; the bird that will never rise. The car door squeaks open and the man’s boot-clad foot hits the pavement. Leona waits.
Gertrude McStuffyfeathers was appalled – simply APPALLED – at the shoddy nest-keeping of her tufted titmouse neighbor, and vowed NEVER to invite her for tea.
The end. :]
The branch was sturdy enough. I turned my head, checking the crux of the tree where it met the limb. Now there is a sweet spot for the brood, I thought. Sheltered, good morning light… I smelled the afternoon sun aggravating the deteriorating sycamore leaves. Winter was on it’s way.
Oh hey. I switched my neck again towards the greenish lawn. The worm-age would be in prime view. This was perfect!
But, landlord Dou Dou decided suddenly there wasn’t any room, like all of a sudden, and I left to research a new branch instead. It was difficult being so small. Now, I wonder how the kids would like birch…
It wasn’t the bird, so much as the little child who made it. Little, uncertain, determined hands shaped the tiny body, the pointed beak, and, with heart-breaking caution, the wings and their feathers. Shyly, the child took the little bird carefully in those unsure hands, holding it behind her, and asked one of the nicer ladies to help her with the paints. With silent thoughtfulness she regarded every inch of her bird, and painted it the color of jewels, painted it the envy of other birds, and when she finished she looked at its eyes and its beak, and its little blue wings, and she surely saw its little heart beat.
A smile that became a grin that became a laugh – just a small one – took hold of the child, and she gently picked up her newborn friend as it looked trustingly up at her. She carried the jewel-painted bird to the open window and sat at the sill, placing the lovely creature on the open frame. There she held it and turned its quiet, yearning face to the sky, because she knew it would want to feel the sunlight. In companionable silence, they both looked to that sky and watched soft clouds roam the boundless blue. Soon, the girl’s steady hands began to tremble, and as a dull gray bird shot past the jeweled one, chirping an inviting whistle, she drew back the little shape and held it to a shaking childish heart. The colored bird said nothing, but looked quietly into the young child’s face.
She looked back at it, and with a shake of her little head, and the sparkle of a few hidden tears, she told the bird it mustn’t fly away and held it tighter to her chest.
But as she watched the day fade, the young girl’s sadness grew. She listened to the birdsong, and stood sentry to the changing orange-purples of the clouds. The sun quickly vanished in a final burst of burnished gold and the ladies called all the children out of the room.
The young girl sighed a sigh so deep and painful, she knew it came from the bottom of her heart. Clumsily one-handed, still protectively clutching her young-made bird, she slid off of the windowsill. And she turned around and held the bird’s trusting head to her mouth. Then she leaned over, little by little, and placed her jeweled bird lightly on the window’s frame. As quick as a child’s whisper, and as fast as a tear falling, she had whipped around and run out of the darkening room, leaving her bird in the last of twilight, in an open window.
The child didn’t look back. When next she saw the window, or the sky, would she see her little bird there? One part of the child desperately wished to retrieve her self-made bird, to find it sitting perfectly still, waiting, on the sill. But it was the other part of her that betrayed her. One part of the child wanted more than anything for that bird to fly away, wanted more than anything for its little heart to beat.
“It’s all right,” she had told it. “I love you. It’s okay to fly away.”
It is loneliness that makes a person to create friends. But it is love that lets them go.
Dang I want this bird hope I can come up with something tomorrow
HOW WOULD I KNOW?
I’m trying to find the way
But I don’t know where to go,
Sometimes I think I found it
But how would I know?
I wish to see a sign
To lead me all the way,
Or a shepherd to pull me
When I go astray.
I know God is with me
But am I with Him?
How do I know
If I fell off the limb?
I want to walk so firm
But I get so confused,
All of life’s trials & consequences
Have me deeply bruised.
I long to find my peace
I look forward to my dreams,
But how would I know
Where my path leads?
Oh God please clear my way
And let me see the light,
Reveal to me my weapons
And show me how to fight.
I want to look ahead
and fear not the unknown,
I want to see the harvest
of all I’ve sown.
I need your mighty strength
To possess my emotions,
I give you all my worship
prayer and devotion.
I am a little tiny baby bird
As small as small can be
And when I flap my little wings
Into the air I’ll be
Through fluffy clouds
And a crisp brisk breeze
I glide and soar through the air
Flying with so little care
Until I spy a flock of feathers
And black beady eyes
seeking trouble
These other birds are so mean
And start to race me round
Chasing me all above
I hurry to the ground.
My mommy waits with open wings
Safe, secure in her embrace
I snuggle close and wait the day
When I can chase the other birds away!
I will save the writing to your visitors, but maybe they will let me post them on my blog as guest writers. Some of those stories are adorable. I have my favorite picked out, but there is a close 2nd and 3rd.
It’s amazing how such a masterpiece can create so many different stories and poetry, If I win this bird, I’d treasure it as long as I live.
Moby Dou
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Come over here and sit down, lad. Yes you! I have a question to ask ye.
I’m on a quest see, and I was thinking a strong arm such as yourself might be wanting to join my crew.
Well, ok, there is no one else on my crew yet. But just you wait! Soon enough I’ll have people joining me in droves…joining us in droves.
My quest? I thought ye’d never ask, son. Tis the holiest of missions. We’ll be hunting down the devil himself made flesh. An abomination. A beast thats very existence spits in the face of Mother Nature herself.
What, ye ask? Well I’ll tell ye if you think your heart be stout enough.
Look over there. No, over there. See? No not the bird bath, ye fool! Who hunts a bird bath? Are ye daft, boy?
No. It’s what’s on the bird bath. See it? I can tell you do. Those unnatural blue wings, that wicked sharp beak, and those eyes. Black eyes, like a doll’s eye.
Yes I know where that’s from! Robert Shaw was a fine actor. A darn fine actor, he was!
Where was I before ye got me prattling on about the picture shows? Ah yes, the Dou-Dou bird. Straight from the mouth of Hades it is, I tell ye. Never did a more vile beast befoul the skies with its evil wings!
Why? Why!? I tell ye why! Look at my face. See this here eye-patch? Does this answer ye question!?
No, don’t touch it! Didn’t your mother ever teach you any manners? Of course the eye-patch is real. You see it don’t ye?
Well that’s not important. What is…
Ok fine! There’s nothing wrong with my eye! Happy now? I’m wearing it to show you what could happen. Should that beastie decide to strike, who knows what havoc it could wreck once its mind was set on the hunt?
Don’t be looking at me like that! Perhaps it hasn’t harmed me in that sense…yet! However, I tell you that bird has wronged me and I want to stop it before it wrongs others who aren’t as inclined to fight back as I am.
Fine I’ll tell ye. See this here jacket I’m wearing. A fine jacket it is. Almost brand new. Now look close and tell me what you see.
Yes the leather is a fine rich brown color…except for here! See this blemish on me shoulder? Yes it’s there. Look closer! Ah, now ye see it don’t ye?
Well here I was yesterday, a day as fine as today. I was minding my own business when that foul-eyed raptor swooped over me and pooped on me shoulder. Twas a personal offense if ever I did see one. And I tell you tis only the beginning of its wickedness. That bird…
Hey! Where are you going? Fine! See if I let you join me crew.
…….
Excuse me, fine lad. Come over here…oh it’s you. Yes I know what time it is. Fine, give me my pills. I don’t see why I need them. I feel just dandy.
There? Happy now. I took my medicine, now kindly be off with ye. You’re scaring off my crew.
…..
Hey! Hey you, laddie. Yes you on the skateboard. Come here and sit a spell. How’d you like to hear about my quest…
Dou Dou Did It
“Allison Wentworth, get in here this minute!”
Alli glanced up from her drawing. She had colored pencils scattered across the dining room table, and beneath the point of a gray pencil, which had been sharpened down to barely a stub, lay a half-finished drawing of a seagull. The image was part of a complete bird portfolio she needed to submit to Full Sail University, an art college, by the end of the week.
“What is it, Grandma?”
“Birdseed, that’s what!”
Alli closed her sketchpad and made her way out to the kitchen, where her grandmother stood pointing at hundreds of berry seeds strewn like tiny pebbles across the top of the kitchen counter. Alli had used a honey and flour paste to glue those same seeds to a cardboard cone just two days earlier. No way could they just have fallen off.
“Did we leave any windows open, Grandma? Maybe a bird got in and tried to eat my art project?”
A sour look on her face, her grandmother crossed her arms.
“You and I both know Dou Dou is responsible for this.”
Alli rubbed her eyes and wondered how to handle this. Obviously, old age was beginning to affect her grandmother. Maybe she should go to her next doctor’s appointment…but then what? Say her grandmother was losing her mind? Somehow she didn’t think hearing that from a teenager would go over well with either the doctor or the woman who had raised her from the time she was four years old.
“So what are you going to do about that creature?” her grandmother asked, adjusting her glasses and staring up at the nearly seedless cardboard cone and the bird Alli had handcrafted just a week earlier from colorfully dyed chicken feathers.
“If it will make you feel better,” Grandma, “I’ll put it in my room until I can finish taking all the pictures.“
Her grandmother nodded.
“I think that would be best.”
Alli had intended to spend a few minutes reattaching all the seeds to the cone, this time with real glue not food paste, but most of the seeds on the counter were actually broken with the insides missing. Something must have eaten them. But what?
Fortunately, she still had half a bag of bird feed under the sink, so was able to get her “Dou Dou Feeding” sculpture back into shape before hanging it from a hook on the back of her bedroom door.
She smiled at the lifelike little bird with wire legs and feet.
“And you need to be good this time, Dou Dou.”
A painted dark eye stared back at her.
Happy to be on Christmas break, Alli spent the next day at the mall with three friends. Though none of them had a lot of money, each somehow managed to finish their Christmas shopping. Alli felt certain her Grandmother would like both the pink sweater and the floral blouse she’d found on sale. It was already dark by the time Kerra dropped her off.
She was smiling happily and had two shopping bags in hand when she stepped into the warm living room to find her grandmother standing on one of the top rungs of a stepladder in the middle of the room. She dropped her bags and raced over to steady the ladder or catch her grandmother, whichever might be needed.
“What are you doing, Grandma!”
“This is your fault,” her grandmother said, reaching up into the glass, bowl-shaped light fixture. Her hand came down with a long strand of shimmering white pearls. “If you had left your door closed, that bird wouldn’t have gotten out and stolen my necklace.”
Alli held her tongue until her grandmother was safely back down on the floor, but then she spoke her mind.
“I think you need to see someone, Grandma. You’re blaming fallen seeds and stolen jewelry on a pretend bird!”
Suddenly, Alli heard a squawk from down the hallway. It was coming from somewhere near her room. Her grandmother raised an eyebrow and gave her an I-told-you-so expression. Alli ignored her and crept toward her room. When she heard the squawk again, she felt like a character out of a science-fiction movie. Bird sculptures didn’t come alive. It wasn’t possible.
She shivered. The hallway was cold. She could see her breath.
Slowly, she pushed her door further open and flipped on the light…just in time to see a small crow fly out through the open window.
She burst into laughter and peered around the door to see Dou Dou clinging to the cardboard cone, right where she’d left him.
“Grandma,” she called cheerfully, “it was just a crow. Why’d you unlock my window?”
“I didn’t,” her grandmother said from the hallway behind her. “Heating fuel is expensive.”
When Alli went to close her window, the smile slid from her face. There, caught in the lock mechanism was a single dyed blue chicken feather.
The End
Created for submission by my brother the novelist Tim Greaton. He asked that I submit it for him in hopes of winning his big sister a x-mas present she actually wants
The adventures of the Dou Dou bird
Once upon a time in a weird world called Hamster Ball, there was a dou dou bird named Stuffy. He was black and grey.
There were some red spots on his body. He also had yellow feet. stuffy had a friend,her name was Fly.
Fly was blue and red . Her favorite food was cheese. Once at school a mouse was eating a cheese sandwich and Fly took it while he was in the bathroom. it was very sneeky. Stuffy and Fly were in a tree trunk and a flier floated into the trunk with a soft landing. it said ” win a trip to Texas”. Fluffy said to Fly “lets enter” Fly said “that would be a great idea”. So they rushed out the door and into the car. As they drove through the dark woods Fluffy started to notice it was snowing.There was snow all over the trees and ground. Since there was so much snow,there was very bad traffic. Finally they got there. It was the biggest cabin ever. So Fly said to Fluffy ” I think you should go first”.
As they were walking in they heard some music. Then the music stopped and a boy poped out and said “Are you here to win a trip to Texas?”.
As Fluffy shiverd he said ” Yes Sir (very quietly).
Then the boy said “Follow me right this way”. So he took them into this big room with papers flying all over the place. The boy said “Hi my name is James and i am giving you the test to win a trip to Texas. James said ” You have to write a three page composition about life in Hamster Ball”.
Then an hour later Snake came in and said ” I am here to win a trip to Texas”. James said ” Have a seat and start writing about life in Hamster Ball”. Then everyone was finished then a loud speaker came on it said ” The winner for a trip to Texas is FLUFFY.
Then Fluffy started jumping up and down and screaming with excitment.
Fluffy and Fly rushed out the door and into the car for the second time.
They were on their way to Texas. When they got there they saw so many cows and horses. Finally they got to The Hotel. They went up to their room and unpacked their bags.
They went to the ranch and rode horses. They were riding in the arena.
They got so tired and left. When they got back to their room they took a long nap. After that they woke up they went to the movies.
James called and said ” Come to the radio station right now”. When they were at the station James came to interview them.
They got so famous and got rich and bought a house.
then they got back to Hamster Ball and lived happily ever after.
The End
The Dou Dou Bird
The dou dou bird is a flightless bird. “Dou dou” is a French word. It can mean a child’s favorite cuddly toy. It can also mean sweetheart. It all depends on where you come from. In the picture of the dou dou bird on this website its colors are all different shades of black, white, blue, green, gold, yellow, orange, pink, red, and brown. Its beak is brown, its eyes are black and white and its feet are pieces of brown wire. It looks like its very flexible. It probably came from the tropics or somewhere damp. My mom said it became extinct around 1681. She said some explores found some dou dou bird eggs and put them in captivity. They hatched but never reproduced. This may be wrong.
Polly’s Adventure
One chilly fall morning, I sat in bed wondering what to do. I looked outside my window and saw a rather unique colored bird perched on a small branch off the old oak tree in the front yard. It stared at me as if it was scared and alone. I reached out my window and took it inside. One of its wings was cut. Then I saw a tag on one of its legs. It read three words: Henry’s Animal House. I have to bring him back to Henry’s Animal House, I thought.
I took the bird downstairs and hid him under my jacket. I told my mom that I was going over to a friend’s house to work on a science experiment. She said, “ Come back before 11:00 PM”. I carefully picked up my backpack and put it on my shoulder. I went outside and had a sudden thought that I was being watched.
As I went, I heard some sounds, which quickly turned into whispers and finally turned into voices. I peered through a crack in the trees. All I saw was a sunlit forest. Suddenly, I felt two meaty hands grab me by the shoulders and everything went black.
I woke up on the rough sidewalk. I looked around. I couldn’t find the bird or my backpack. Just before I decided to go back home, I heard a slight squawking noise. I followed it all the way to a cabin. I tried to open the door, but it was jammed. I peered through the keyhole and saw three sweaty, chubby-faced men greedily eating poached pheasant, turkey, eggs, and lamb chops. I saw my backpack and the bird sitting in the corner. I opened an old, dusty shed and found four rusty fishing rods. I glanced at the chimney, which didn’t have any smoke coming out. Then I looked back at the rods. I had an idea.
On the other side of town, my mom was sweeping the floor. She looked down and saw a peculiar feather near the kitchen. “ So what are you up to now?” she wondered.
I never learned how to use a fishing rod, so I had a lot of trouble trying to save him and my backpack. There was no hook. I looked throughout the shed, inside an old wooden barrel, and even under the porch. Suddenly, I tripped over one of the fishing rod and tumbled into a piled up mess. I push away the jumbled up mess, and saw a huge pile of rocks. My idea didn’t go as planned, but now I had a new one. I threw some rocks at the door until the three angry poachers came bursting outside. When they started to search in the forest for the trespasser, I had just enough time to get inside and rescue the bird and my backpack.
I told my feathered friend,” Now I’ll take you home.” When we were only five blocks away from Henry’s Animal House, Birdie squawked with hunger. I took him to the nearest bakery, and asked for a slice of banana bread with poppy seeds. I looked at my watch and realized that it was 10:40 PM. I have twenty minutes left, I thought. After we left the bakery, we kept going.
Finally, we got to Henry’s Animal House. Henry Oliver was waiting there as if he expected us. He took the bird happily, but suddenly I saw a wicked leer on his face as he closed the door.
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched squawk that got my full attention. I peered through the window and saw a shaking cloth-covered box and Mr. Oliver packing everything up as if he were about to leave. I turned around and saw the same chubby poachers from the cabin running towards me. I turned and ran as fast as I could down the street. They chased me. I was no match for their speed, and they easily caught me. “ Where’s my little Polly?” he asked. “His name is Polly and he’s yours?” “Of course he is. Where is my bird?” he said tearfully. “I just brought him to Henry Oliver.” I said with my voice shaking. “Henry Oliver! He steals animals and sells them for money. He doesn’t care about them at all!” Polly had been missing for weeks and we suspected that Mr. Oliver had stolen him, but he denied it. Then I saw you with my bird tonight, I thought you worked for him and I knocked you out. “I’m so sorry”, I said. Maybe, I could help you rescue Polly.
We worked together. We ran down the street, slammed the door open and expected to see Mr. Oliver. He wasn’t there. Polly was in the corner, in a locked cage, looking sad. Polly saw us and got excited. We looked for the key but could not find one. The poacher bumped his foot and let out a loud moan. I got so startled that I stumbled and fell onto a bookshelf. A few books fell and also a KEY. We tried and caged popped open. Polly was free.
The poacher was so happy, he gave me a ride home and as I walked in the house, the clock struck 11:00. My mom looked me and said, “You didn’t do a science experiment today, right? What did you really do?” I looked at my mom and I said, “ You are not going to believe it.”
THE END
That is a great story! Alot of adventure and suspense! Well Done!
Jacob,
Your story is fantastic!!! it really got me thinkink what were you going to do next????? AWESOME JOB!!!!!!
Hi Jacob!
Wow this is amazing writing, I am impressed! Keep up the good work and let me know when you have a new adventure to share!
Great job Jacob! Let us know when you have another story
Once upon a time there was a Dou Dou Bird named Lou Lou. One day he was flying home and he saw a cave so he flew inside to have a look around. The cave was full of gold and diamonds. He flew out of the cave and went home. The next day he was flying around and he spotted something in the jungle. It was another cave. He flew into the new cave and saw that it was also full of gold and diamonds. he flew home and ate some worms and went to sleep. The next day he told his friend Too Too that he had something to show him. Lou Lou lead the way to the caves and they each tried to pick up some diamond with their beaks but it didn’t work so the went home. The next day they tried with their feet but that didn’t work either so the went home. the next day on the way to the caves they met a BIG BIG alligator and they became friends. They took the alligator to the caves and he was able to pull lots of gold and diamons out. The alligator shared all of the gold and diamonds with Lou Lou and Too Too.
Nice story.
The Adventures of the Dou Dou Bird
Once upon a time, far far away was an island called Paradise Island. There lived a bird called the dou dou bird on Paradise Island. The dou dou bird lived in a hut in the forest. He decided to go on an adventure. He wanted to fly up to the top of Stormy Peak and back to his hut, so he did.
The next morning the dou dou bird got up early. He got his backpack that did not weigh much; he put in: food, drinks and other stuff. He started his adventure. He walked a mile, stopped and decided he was hungry so he ate some breakfast. After that he was so full he decided to take a nap. He woke up from his nap and walked another mile. Then the dou dou bird started to fly. He saw an enemy ahead; it was a hawk. The enemy saw him and darted toward the dou dou bird. The dou dou bird flew up into the clouds where the hawk could not see him. He came down from the clouds and attacked the hawk. The dou dou bird continued his journey.
After three hours the dou dou bird had some lunch and then took off again. He got lost so he went to sleep with a little bite to eat. The next day he looked for help and finally found a phoenix. The phoenix told him where to go and then the phoenix asked if he could come with him. The dou dou bird said yes! They both took off. Half way up the mountain they saw an eagle. The phoenix attacked the eagle, the eagle flew away.
Finally they got to the top of Stormy Peak! They were celebrating until they got tired about their making it to the top of Stormy Peak. They slept for the rest of the day. Two days later the arrived at the dou dou bird’s hut and the phoenix and the dou dou bird were friends forever!
The End
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I felt that Jacob Feigenberg’s entry showed imagination .
I enjoyed every single one of these writings! Best of luck to all. May the masterpiece bird find a great home.
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