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December Magazine 2011
December Magazine 2011
MONTHLY
DECEMBER EDITION 2011
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Pictures by Lily
LINDSEY'S QUAILS AND MYSTERY BIRD CORNER
QUAIL FACTS
Baby quails have very delicate legs. If you let your baby quail walk on a at surface then that will lead to splayed legs. To prevent splayed legs, put pellets on the surface that your baby quail is walking on. Splayed legs are when the baby quails legs slip out from under it and it ends up doing the splits. Splayed legs can cause bad damage to your quails legs. So to prevent splayed legs, put pellets or shavings under where your baby quail is walking!
AMELIE'S SCHOOL NEWS SECTION WILL RETURN NEXT MONTH. SHE IS ON VACATION.
LOWER SCHOOL SCIENCE MAKING FASHIONABLE INVESTIGATIONS JEWERLY DURING CENTER TIME
CHRISTMAS POEMS
SAN TA C LAU S E
By Sela Goto
CHRISTMAS
By Sela Goto Cold Happy Ringing Bells Invite friends over Snow Talk with people Merry Anything can happen Snow-balls
St. Nick Above all Nice Tummy Abolution Clause Laughs Actual Unbelievable Silly Effort in work
SNOW
By Sela Goto Soft Nest out of snow Obelisk of snow Winter
FALL FAIR
By Claire Edwards
RE M TU A IC TR P R N BA DE AH D HI AR yS B
By Kali Zaffrann
My Saddest Moment By Ginger Morris I see her face almost every day and the minutes slip away day by day and before you know it, She is moving away, I hug her for the last time, and say the last good-bye. I see her face slip behind the glass As we drive away. OIL By Sophia Roncska Oil spills are not that good. I will tell you why. Birds will die. Fish will die. YOu might die too. So keep our planet clean. And you might survive.
HORSES
by Madleline
My Friend Stripes
By Elizabeth Matallana Proud as a lion Quiet as a ower Gradeful like a buttery Cute as a puppy Absurd as a cuckoobird Smart as a fox Kind of the world Fast as a cheetah Tigers
H appy but sometimes very stubborn. O lsen's farm R emington paints them
S hetland ponies
[Acrostic} CATS By Adia Ainsworth Cats like to ssit out in the sun. Cats are always having fun. I wish I could be one!
By Sophia Roncska
Twas the day of the Nutcracker when all through the school, The teachers all scurrying reminding kids all the rules, The parts were all studied and the teachers were a sight hoping we would manage to do it all right,
Inspired by my upper school students who have written beautiful poetry during the poetry unit, the Nutcracker and all of the Huakailani girls, I wrote this poem based on "The Night Before Christmas". Dedicated to te Butteries!
The mice were quiet but not asleep in their beds, While first graders had visions of Shave Ice tucked in their heads, There were Bon-Bons, soldiers, candy canes - only 2. Narrators, Sugar Plums, Teacakes, Chocolates too, We practiced at school each day and each week, On the real stage my heart skipped a beat Let no parts be missing or parts incomplete! Too late for last-minute changes or costume replacement; The teachers all worried, it would just go to the basement! When what to my worrying eyes should appear but 35 Huakailani butterflies all smiley and bright, With each part memorized and all songs learned. They sparkled like butterfly wings that just had been earned. More rapid than cheetahs they got into line, They danced, sang and said their parts -So divine! "Pull yourself together, teachers" and come to the land of the sweets, Where the sugar plum and prince will offer sweet treats. And then in a twinkling, we knew for a fact that all the girls had made a pact, To keep teachers from worrying about the performance night and that everything would be just absolutely all right. The girls spoke not a word, but went right to their places, Lines all straight and with smiles on their faces. The teachers all watched with amazement and delight, In that instant, they knew that the it would be all right. They put their CDs and scripts away in their classrooms, The teachers all admired how all their girls had blossomed, It made them want to proudly shout! "This will be the best Nutcracker Show, without any doubt.
Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring, We will still be singing those lines in are heads We did it! We did it! The show was a success! The perfect, most magical, Nutcracker Show, I bet!"
RETOLD BY MRS. B
Then onto a holiday weekend with family and friends, With visions of sugar plums still dancing in our heads. We head to the malls to shop for the next big day ahead, A Merry Christmas to all and to all....
What's that I hear? t's always such a treat to throw a Christmas par-ty! Oh no! Yo Ho! It is starting all over again inside my head! I even hum it when I am in bed. Oh, Dread!