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The fog and snow in the background made each vehicle look very majestic. There was the occasional The buildings looked as though they were holding the fog off the ground by letting it nest on their rooftops. The light traffic on Main Street rolled casually along. It was eight in the mor- ning. and what a morning it was! Frustration The following stories and poems are written by pupils from grades 4-6 at Walter Scott Public School. The first story is a life history of Gomer and Irving, our two ducks. Did you see the picture of our ducks the other week? And how about Mrs. Eberhardt's Gymnastics Group? H Thunder storm lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllIllllllllll|IlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIII The pressure mounting, higher and higher you count â€" Is it possible to get past 600 bottlecaps without getting lost? 655 656 uh 7, 758 oops, er 658 uh whats that noise in the background growing louder, louder? Now what number was I on? 793, no 567, that can‘t be right. Suddenly I break into a torrent of rage â€" of anger. It seems like a thousand years of pressure on top of myself A growing anger burns at the back of my head I can’t stop myself. My head is racked with pain, as if someone is screaming at me. I scream back! But what's this . . . ‘? Footsteps getting closer, closer. The summer sky darkens and thunderheads move in from the west covering the land in shadow. Suddenly a blanket of rain pours forth. and the sky flashes with zig-zagging streaks of lightning and the eardrum-splitting clatter of thunder reverberates across the land. I slam the door. I stamp across by room and flop on my bed. But the footsteps â€" closer. closer. My Mom comes in. Get out. I say to myself. But another thought tells me to say Sorry. Mom. Developing his physical skills Gavin Dandy of 391 Allen Court not only was able to chin himself during the physical fitness test at Walter Scott School but was able to hold the position for 41 seconds. 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All this takes place in winter as a city awakes. The remaining poems we think express a lot of feelings, and perceptions that we would like to share. Following this story are three descriptions of “frustration” as described by pupils who felt this emotion while trying to learn the moves and skills in gymnastics over the past few months. (Photo by H099) ROLAND DANDY Rosemary Peden, seen above. of 407 Paliser Crescent North, jumped four feet two inches in the standing long jump at the recent physical fitness tests at Walter Scott Public School. Frustration Mist rose slowly as light drops of water were thrown over the rail. Water pounded on the rocks below. Water tumbled down the rough and jagged cliff and settled at the foot of the cataract. Niagara Falls Frustration makes me very mad when I can’t do it right. I get so mad I hit, punch, scream, and yell till I finally do it right. The syrup Tired, aching feet that tramp through mud and wet, are bound with rusted scarring chains around their battered ankles Yet one day. these poor soles will be set free, â€" free from the deadly links. with nothing but terrifying memories! The sap dribbles out the tap, and into the bucket. The powerful horses drag the gigantic containers full of the sap, to the old shack which has lain deserted with only a couple of runabout mice in it over many long months. Now the men re-open the old building and start boiling and preserving the delicious syrup. Feet in chains Wanda Belfry of Maple Avenue became a make- believe accident victim at Walter Scott Public School so Ian Phythian of the York County Hospital (Newmarket) Ambulance staff could show the student body the proper way to apply a sling. MARK McLENNAN JOHN MCLENNAN KAREN MclNNIS (Photo by Hogg) JEFF HALL It was a dark, stormy night and the wind was blowing violently. The waves on the water were immense, with whitecaps riding their crests. On shore, a huge pine tree swayed back and forth casting a murky shadow on the ground 'I‘wo fawns quietly gaze at the roadside Dry grass crunches loudly in their mouths as cool water trickles in a lonesome stream nearby. The day grows humid There is a sudden crackle in the woods as a moose appears His coat is heavy w1th sweat as he joins the dthers T he storm The night is black as soot! I can hear only the snow and the water as it sucks under my feet. Now I come to a very sloshy place where I stumble and fall headlong into the ice and snow Alas, the snow is damp and the ice is chilly. Yet I soon upright myself and start strolling very slowly home. When I reach home I will be content to crawl into bed, uttering a peaceful “Good night”. Wow! I really did a back limber! I started to do it again, but failed. Then I said, oh that was just an accident, I can do it. That’s what I thought! I tried until sweat ran down my face, I felt I could do it, but the point is that I couldn’t! I was determined to do it, but failed again and again. I was so angry at myself! I felt that I was the clumsiest person in the world! I kept on repeating to myself, how could I be so stupid? Why did it have to be me? The next day I realized that nobody perfect! Nobody! is A night in the Dark A winter night As the sun sinks, an old deserted barn is silhouetted against the dimly-lit sky. Drifts of newly-fallen snow, lay gently on the earth, sparkling in the dim light. A barn owl calls from the rafters, breaking the deafening silence. Soon its mate replies, and a spirited duet, draws on through the night. In a trance, I stand there, appreciating the subdued sounds of winter Algonquin Park Frustration (Photo by H099) SUSAN DOBROWLANSKI GORDON STANWAY JENNIFER LORD Shortly after the death of the quail we noticed the duck egg had a small crack in it and was slowly but surely moving! Seventeen days later one and only one quail egg hatched. The other quail eggs were either not fertile or the bird died from exhaustion trying to get out. The quail was about 5 cm. tall when born and weighed 8 gm in the egg. The quail lived one week, so naturally it lived it’s short life thinking it looked like Dorothy Norman. For- tunately one of the three duck eggs was fertile. We borrowed an incubator from a school in Thornhill, and Our Lady Help of Christians School generously donated three duck eggs and 16 quail eggs. Generally when a quail is born the first thing it sees is what it thinks it is. The first thing our quail saw was Dorothy Norman, a student in Room 18. On January 28, the students in Room 18 at Walter Scott Junior Public School started a project on Incubation. Then there was a snap, a LINDA ROSS J AN ROT Incubated egg snapped, crackled and pupped As though in exile In the still woods Suddenly you’re not alone Cliffs of eternity Forest friends Running swiftly away A fawn tries out a set Of thin frail legs. A messy day Slimy slush oozes all around. Gloomy skies imprison the merry sun. As the day draws on, all that can be heard is the squish-squooshihg of the bustling people, walking through the slippery, sloppy melted ice On the top of the world Overlooking Eternity As nature dwells below‘ Spider working furiously To finish a silken web Swaying softly in the breeze. Spider With one swift lunge, Sebastian opened his tiny mouth and swallowed the spider, then curled himself up into a ball and fell asleep. Slowly but carefully, the spider slipped down a golden strand of web and dropped in front of the cat. Little fawn He was calmly gazing towards the ceiling, wat- ching a miniature spider daintily weaving an enor- mous web. Sebastian’s pale, blue eyes, caught every minute movement the spider made. While sitting on his haunches, his ears twitched furiously. I saw my cat Sebastian sitting there on the rug the other day. The old dog, sat there hopelessly, then fell asleep forever As the kitten lay there playing with wool, she was happy. The hawk sat there in the backyard, â€" and ate his meat. The stalk When they first started getting older, we did not know whether they were male or female, so we took a stab in the dark and guessed they were males. Soon the March Break arrived and Mr. Buchan was about to take the ducks home, when another student from Room 18, Jennifer Downie, offered to take the ducks home. ”My friends helped me carry the ducks home in the Out came a soft, damp, fuzzy ball of down, with two eyes and a bill. After its down had dried we transferred it to an aquarium so it would have more room to move. They started to grow very rapidly so we got another bigger cage for them and when that became too small, we got a bigger one still. crackle, and then a POP! Our Lady Help of Christians School offered us another duck to keep it company, because we did not want it to die of loneliness. We had a class vote on what we should name them. We decided on Gomer and Irving. CAMILLE PEACHMAN DIANE VAN BESIEN KERRY SERVICE LISA EBERLIN Neill Smith of 372 Fernleigh Circle North (right) pays close attention as lan Davenport from York County Hospital Ambulance staff(Newmarket) The abandoned house is covered in snow. The shutters clash and the doors squeak and squeal. The winding eerie steps crunch and moan as you walk them. The bedroom door hinges groan horridly and ghostly noises fill the air. I was standing right by the sink when the duck did this, and not knowing what was going to happen I tried to grab him thinking he was going to drown. But then both of them started splashing and diving. Pupils of Walter Scott Public School reluctantly said goodbye to the two young ducks they hatched and raised. The very first night I decided to give them a bath. I filled up a large sink with water and put them in. At first they just sat there; then all of a sudden one of them went in the corner, turned around and dived under water. cage. The ducks got very excited and every so often they would stand on their tippy-toes, and flop their wings and try to fly out. The spooky house I gave them three baths a DAVID KEMP Lu :fig. _ Before I knew it the March break was over. The ducks had grown so big we had to leave the lid off their cage because they weren’t able to stand. But we put the lid on to bring the cage back to school. My friends helped me to bring b_ack the cage When I got them to school everybody was amazed at the rapid increase in their size. Since the ducks could not have baths at school they had to have some type of exercise. day. They made such a mess. I also had to mop the floor three times a day. It was fun to watch the ducks increase in size and grow feathers. With its jaw hanging down to the floor â€" an old bump and thump â€" and the old dog went to his bed. Four little feet on the floor. Four little feet going out the door â€" to play in the grass. A ball of fire flying around, like a sparkler A spark here â€" a spark there â€" now where? My friend Debbie Murray BILL GARGARELLA €9,229? gives instruction in the proper method of mouth-to- mouth respiration using a demonstration dummy at Walter Scott Public School. Peter Petrocsek of 38 Benfer Road, and Jeff Tomlinson of 216 Essex Avenue set them free at ,the Mill Pond. and I walked them down the sch9ol hgll each day. We also played “Find Your Friend“ in which Debbie would take Gamer to one end of the hall and I would take Irving to the other end, and we'd let them go. Irving does most of the walking and Comer does most 9f the squawking. At the begir’ming ofVApril Mr. Buchan told us we had made a drastic mistake, the ducks were females! Our ducks are almost fully grown now and in good condition. When they are fully grown we may take them to the Mill Pond. Written by ..... Jennifer Downie and Debbie Murray. The buck rears in fear and in panic runs desperately, but fails in his attempt to escape. / He remains with his protective camouflage as he continues inward. Then his attack! He moves madlyr towards his prey. After crossing the shifty logs he moves stealthily into the brush to attack from behind. A cougar moves cautiously inch by inch so as not to disturb a drinking buck. The cougar my». JOHN BLACK (Photo by Mo") Miké ’ wig ink