Thank you for all the amazing comments on my piece, “Time Travel Machine.”  You have been begging for more, so here’s a little cliffhanger.  Well, it’s your lucky day.  It’s part 2 of “Time Travel Machine”!  Let’s begin!  Oh, wait a second.  I am dedicating this to Trot-along.

 

So after Ted got an A+, he decided to try the time machine out.

“Hey, Mom, can I go to the Nineties?”

“How in the world are you going to go to the Nineties?  You have such an imagination!” answered Mom.

Ted didn’t want his mom to know about his machine because he told her he threw it out.

“Wait,” said Mom.  “You don’t have that travel time.”

“It’s a time machine,” Ted said.

“Whatever.  Do you have it?”

Ted didn’t want to lie, but he made a bad choice right then.

“No, I don’t,” he said.

“Then how in the world are you going to the 90s?”

“I am going to . . . . immmm . . . make my room like the 90s and dress up.”

“Okay,” said Mom.

“Oh, and you might not see me for a couple of hours.”

“Okay, but be back in time for supper.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Now it’s time,” he said to himself.  “Oh, no!  I forgot, I have to do it outside.  So now I have to go downstairs with the time machine, which makes lots of noise, and go to the 90s without Mom seeing me.”

“Mom!  Ummm . . . I need a favor.”

“What is it?” Mom answered.

“Well, it’s not really a favor, but I need to go outside, so I need you to close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Ummmm . . . .”

“I’m waiting.”

“Okay, fine, I will tell you the truth, it’s your Mother’s Day gift.”

“That was last week, Ted.”

“I know.  It’s for NEXT year.  I want it to be perfect.”

“Okay, my eyes are closed.”

Ted ran downstairs with his time machine right behind him.  “Great, now I really do have to make Mom a perfect Mother’s Day gift, don’t I?!  Okay, now I’m outside.  Time to go to the 90s!”

The machine rattled and banged.  Ted was whirled to the 90s.

“Am I in the 90s?  OOOhhh!  I see disco dancers.  I am now a disco-er!  This is the life!  Didn’t Mom and Dad live in the 90s?  I know where their high school is.  I’m going to go there and see if their young selves are there!”

To be continued . . . .

This math was amazingly fun!  The bonus thing about it is that we got to do math and sewing together with Mrs. Shedd!

One day a girl met a unicorn and was so, so, so, so, so, so happy.

Then the unicorn said, “Get out!”

The girl cried and cried.  At home she told her mom, “I found a unicorn!”

Her mom said, “No, you didn’t!  You’re silly.  It was a dream, Emma.”

“No, it wasn’t, Mom!  I met a real unicorn!”

“Okay, okay, Emma.  Supper is ready,” her mom said.

Emma came stumping down the steps.

“We have pizza, your favorite.”

“I’m not hungry.  I am taking my pizza on a trip to find my unicorn.”

“Bye bye, Emma,” her mom said to her.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Mom!  Off I go!”

One hour later:

“I found you!” Emma shouted.

“Why are you back here,” answered the unicorn.

“My mom doesn’t believe in unicorns, so I came back to prove you are real.”

“Okay, I am coming with you, and I will prove to your mom I am real.”

“Okay,” Emma said.  “Let’s go.”

One hour later:

“Mom, I found my unicorn.”

“Yeah, right, . . . .. AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

“Stop, Mom!” Emma said in a loud voice.

“Okay,” her mom said in a louder voice.  “You can go now, unicorn.  I believe you are real already.”

“Bye, Unicorn!” Emma said.

And they lived happily ever after.

Hey, diddle diddle,

The kitty and the stringed instrument,

The calf pounced over the ball with holes in it.

The eensy dog chuckled to watch such sport,

And the tupperware container shooed away with his wife the salad spoon.

Pink is like sisters

And mommy’s favorite color.

Pink is raspberries and blueberries fresh from the garden,

And brownies fresh from the oven.

Pink is vanilla

And fresh soup that warms your belly.

Pink is candy sweet as you,

And lemonade on a hot day.

Pink is cute headbands decorating your head.

Pink, pink, pink!

Dear Pip,

Do you remember when we fixed your bed?  One day you asked me to fix your bed.  I went under your bed, and you picked up the mattress.  I put the bolt back on.  Your bed was fixed!

Love,

Long Tall Sally

If I Were in Charge of the World

(a form change poem with thanks to Judith Viorst)

 

If I were in charge of the world,

I’d cancel school, homework, and also wet pants.

If I were in charge of the world,

There would be more candy, more messy rooms, and lots of dirty clothes.

If I were in charge of the world,

You wouldn’t have clean tubs,

You wouldn’t have a clean room,

And you wouldn’t have any homework.

If I were in charge of the world,

A one-hundred-foot-long cookie would be a balanced meal.

All people would feel happy.

And a person who sometimes doesn’t wash or floss

Would still be allowed to be

In charge of the world.

Did you know that I was a mountain goat on Corps of Discovery Day because I climbed a big steep hill? My mom took the easy way.

Guess what my mom kept saying. “You’re too close to the edge!” She freaked out! My twin sister Autumn had to help me because I was a scaredy-cat. Autumn even found a hiking stick, so then I had to hold her bag for her. Martha and Jaelyn were in my group too. Mommy and Mr. Roger were our guides.

During the photography workshop, I took too many photos of Autumn. She was the star for my pictures. The most pictures I took of Autumn were along the hiking trail.

We even had a pretty good time when we had to choose a place alone to paint or sing praises, and we saw the falls. Profile Falls was taller than twenty people stacked up, and Sacagawea climbed the whole thing! The water was white and foamy. It was so loud with the splishing and the splashing. I took great pictures of the falls too.

For lunch we had squirrel, bobcat, fish, black bear, and venison. I had it all on my plate, but I put the fish on a tree because I thought it looked disgusting. My favorite was the venison.

It was a fun day! We got to stay late at the park, and we truly got to go to the wilderness with Sacagawea like Lewis and Clark.