Sarah, my blog helper had the wonderful Idea of dressing up and telling our own stories. Each of the stories is told by a little one. None of these stories are really true. We just did it to match our costumes. The first one is by Autumn; the second one is by Eli; the third one is by me. You can continue into the blog now. When I say “now!” You can start reading the blog. “NOW!”
Autumn’s Story
I am Amchaamcha, and I grew up to be a mighty hunter. I have killed 100 hundred tigers, 800 coons and 190 lions in one day. I just started hunting when I was only 4 years old. I hunted for worms and toads and all of those small little creatures with my pocket knife when I was only 1 year old. When daddy was gone I took the pocket knife out of dad’s suitcase. Then I put a bunch of bugs in it to replace it. I know you may think I’m a very naughty boy. I sneaked out to those huntsmen, and I only took one of them when I was 0 years old. I learned how to do bow-and-arrow when I was 2. Soon I was 15 years old. Of course that’s not how old I am now, but when I was 15 I climbed to the top of the tallest tree here, and I jumped into a teepee, and I went right through the door. I ran into Mom’s sewing machine, and I really hurt my finger. I’d like to tell you something that I am now. I’m 190 years old and I have definitely, definitely killed all the animals in Africa. Back to the young years. Once I saw a coon. It was hanging on top of our teepee it was hanging over a boat and I was about to go in, and soon I let go and I saw a mahi-mahi, and it took me to the ocean and I went all over it. The finger that I hurt got chopped off. When I was 1 I saw the Indian hunters, and I wanted to be one too. So I went to a boat and got some hunter clothes and a knife and a gun, and this is kind of sad. I saw one of the hunters jump in. I wanted to jump in too, so I did, and a whale sprayed me and then it shot me into my teepee, my very own, and I found my mama, and I was in so much trouble. I knew I was in danger, so bye-bye.
Eli’s Story
I am a racecar driver, and I have keys. I can run really fast. I have a head lamp. My racecar looks like it has fire on the sides. The roof has fire, and on the trunk it has gold fire stripes and stuff like that. I have a shoes – funny shoes – shoes with cars on them and funny race car wings. My racecar has wings that can push out, and I have a parachute. And my airplane can parachute too. And I have a motorcycle with funny stripes and Xs. I have a helicopter, and I am careful with looking at dinosaurs. I like fire and cheese. I eat cheese. There’s a picture of cheese on my car and inside of my hat.
Asher’s Story
I have been hunting for 25 years now and I have killed many
animals. I live in Tennessee and we live in the deep woods, and I like it there.
I’ve killed millions of animals. I have a bear, a tiger and three raccoons on a
board outside. Las year, my dad gave me an even better gun and it’s really
helped my hunting. It is spring now and I have started hunting again. In winter
I killed elk and polar bears and stuff like that. I’ve been liking to kill fish,
so every time we eat we have fish on the table. I like this house so much. My
dad bought so much wooded land, there’s no way you can see the highways without
trees blocking it.
This is the story of how I first started hunting. Once I was
in the woods fishing and I had a BB gun that my dad gave me. I don’t know why
but I brought it with me. I saw a black bear come by, and it started after me because
I had a fish, but I killed it with four shots. Then the meat was so good my dad
said that he wanted me to start hunting for more.
Next morning I was in for a big surprise. There was a note
on my night stand that said for me to look under my pillow. Then I saw a great
big gun, and there was another letter with it that said it was especially for
killing bears, and it was from my dad. So I got up and put on my cowboy hat and
my jeans and my shirt and put on my boots, and I got my new gun and went
outside and hunted for bears. So that night we had a lot of bear to eat.
Eleven years later I really, really, really enjoy hunting
for bears, rabbits, elk and coons. I have 14 guns, so it’s really easy to get
them. My dad said that I could make part of the barn into a place to keep all
of my meat and furs. On the outside I pin a lot of my tiger skins, coon skins
and stuff like that. Once I killed 25 bears and 80 coons and four squirrels and
100 fish in two months.
Once I saw some Indians and knew that they were Creek. I was
just hunting and I saw that they’d been there for a while because there were
teepees and things set up. I snuck
through the bushes to see what they were doing in our place. I saw 40 canoes on
the shore, so I knew there was definitely some life here and that they’d been
here for a while. So I got together all of my troops and everyone. I had so many
guns that I had everyone in the town helping me so I had enough guns for the
guys who didn’t have guns. I told them if they helped me defeat the Indians I
would give them all 20 pounds of meat. There was some arguing, but once they heard
about the 20 pounds of meat they agreed. So we ambushed on the Indians. We won.
My brother was fighting with me and he got shot and he was knocked into the
water so we couldn’t even bury him.
When I got home I decided that I was really old and that I
shouldn’t be going into the woods any to hunt anymore. So I got together all of
my meats and furs and gave everyone who helped meat and furs. So I said to myself
that I shouldn’t be hunting anymore because I knew that if a bear saw me I
might be dead because I’m so old. So I decided I’d put down hunting and just
find something else. That is the end of my story.
