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                         Puffy land

   Way up, up in the clouds there was a little village called Puffy land. It was the only village that the Puffies, who lived there, knew of. They had a king name King Huffle-Puff. He had no wife, but was very very kind. And all the puffies were very happy, because all their problems got solved in less than three days. No one knew why, but from the minute they found out, three was thier lucky number, as far as they could tell.

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 One day, the king called an important meeting. Every single puffy was to meet him in front of his castle the coming Saturday. That would be the next day, because it was Friday. King Huflle-Puff had never called a meeting before. All the Puffies went to bed feeling very confused.

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 Very very early the next morning, two puffies woke up. And they just so happened to live in the same house. And they just so happened that they were twins. And they just so happened... to be very curious. Both of them got out of bed at the same time and shared a look. Their names were Freddie and Brettie, but all the puffies called them Fred and Bret. Bret was a girl, Fred a boy, of course. The reason why they had woken up is because they had both thought they heard thier names being called in a whispery voice. Deciding that it was just the wind, Fred went to bed. But Bret didn't. She tip-toed into the hall and past her parents room. Bret quietly opened the door and closed it behind her again. Then she quickly padded past some of the houses. Fred didn't, but Bret did want to find out who had called their names or whispered something. Because she was very curious. Suddenly, she heard and eerie howl behind her. She whirled around, and the sight that met her eyes was scary, very scary. Something-- or someone-- in white was lurking in the shadows of the woods that lined the city. Bret froze, to scared to move. She had the urge to scream, but she didn't. She was to scared to even speak! As fast as she could she ran back to her house, opened the door, and ran to her room. She snuggled under her covers, and dreams of ghosts and witches came to her brain as she slept soundly, finally safe in her bed again.

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 The next morning was the day of the meeting, and almost every single Puffy was bustling around; all of them had gotten up early, for all of them were all very excited about the king's speech. As for Bret, she didn't tell a soul, not even her very own brother, or her parents about what she had seen the night before. She want- ed to keep it a secret, and she figured she could figure it out on her own, without any help from anybody. And she was a good figurer, apparently, because later she would find out the she could. All around her, puffies were bustling about, getting ready for the meeting by setting up a food table and unfolding seats and putting them in rows. There was enough chairs for almost everyone, but a few puffies would have to stand. Bret and Fred and their parents wouldn't have to stand.

                        To be continued...

              The Big Halloween Scare

Emma Larkes, nine, with brown hair and eyes, stepped into a scary haunted house. She wandered down the dimly lit hallways, lglancing this way and that. It was the day before Halloween, and Emma was taking a sneak peek at the already prepared haunted house. Right now, it was pretty scary. Along the way there was things that jumped out at her, witches and ghosts and vampires that cackled and booed, scaring Emma. But the lights were on, and that made a big difference. On Halloween the lights would be off, Emma knew. It would be scarier, definetely, maybe even scarier than last year's haunted house. And that was saying a lot because last year Emma was very scared! The hallways never seem to come to an end, She thought after walking a few minutes without coming to the end. A few seconds later, she got to the very end, started to go through the door, but as soon as she got under the door frame, a huge fake spider with six eyes and on a piece of yarn came down to rest on Emma's head. "Aughhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Emma screamed and jerked away. She started to run towards her house and got her key to the house out as she ran. Mom woulden't be home yet, but very soon mom would be home. When she got to the front door, she opened the doory really fast and jogged to the kitchen to get a glass of lemonade. She was panting hard now. "heheheheheheheh" She heard more pants from beneath the table, and this time it was not her! Emma jumped. Then she realized that it was only Togo, her dog! Emma laughed to herself. It was just old Togo! Well he wasn't tottally old, only about six in human years. The family celebrated for him when it was his birthday (July 6th). For a half hour afterwards, She worked on her homework. After most of it had been done, she took Togo on a twenty-minute walk. Togo needed his fresh air. After she got back from the brief walk, she got the book she was reading and snuggled into the comfy sofa in the Larkes' living room. After a few minutes she heard the door slam. She glanced up and saw that it was her four-year-old brother, Sam. He had curly brown hair and was a very annoying little sibling. Emma put her nose back in her book. She didn't need to hear whatever her little brother said. It was probably going to be a weird sentence or two. And she was right. "Guesh wha, issy!" He chittered. "What?" Emma mumbled, in the most exciting part of her book. " I did a carpoo!" "Its carpool, not carpoo," Emma responded, and kept on reading. " An aso gue--issy! You no listen!" Sam cried, frustrated. "Okay, okay, I am listening!" Emma finally looked up from the book she was reading. "Finawy!" He chattered. "Sow. My teachew read me a tory, and the book said--" "Books don't talk, Sam!" Emma interupted. "I know, issy, I know! So the book said that monsters go out at 'ight and eat pigs! In't tha 'cary, issy?" "Yeah, I guess, Sam." Wow. Who ever thought up monsters going out at night and eating pigs? Get real! I mean, pigs? What about them? Emma thought. I don't know who wrote that, but whoever did is really really weird in my opinion! Monsters aren't even real!

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   The very next morning it was Halloween. Emma was excited, like any kid should be on Halloween or any other holiday. For Halloween, Emma was... a cheerleader! And guess who Sam had to be. Barney! An Barney costume? I mean, come on! You, in your right mind, should not even capitalize the word "barney"! She cracked, inside her head. I hate you, you hate me! Lets get together and kill bar-ney! Is way more like it.

   She put on her costume and then helped Sam put on his.       Suddenly she heard her mom call, "Breakfast!" and she hurried to help Sam with his new purple-and-green shoes. Soon everyone sat down at the table including Dad, who had gotten home from a 2-day business trip the night before. For breakfast they had pumpkin-shaped cinnamon toast, strawberries, and orange juice. "Ummm." Emma licked her lips, and quickly ate, being careful not to let a crumb get on her costume.

Part of it was white, and she didn't want it to get stained.

  Emma had no idea what her friends were gong to be for Halloween. She hoped neither Chloe nor Jane was a cheerleader as well! She didn't tell them what she was going to be, either.

  As soon as she was finished, Emma carried her plate to the kitchen and then went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and her hair and put it into a ponytail. Then she called to her mom and rushed to the car. she opened the door and slid into her seat. A moment later her mom came out, followed by Sam.

                           To be continued...

          The Lost Glove And My Dog

   My name is Julia, and i am nine. My mom is crazy about her garden. Today she is making me plant what she calles "Beautiful" pink roses, but according to me, they are perfectly ugly. This morning i went to get my gloves from the cabinet they are always in. But when i opened the cabinet, they weren't there! When i searched a little, i found just one of them. But when i searched more, i couldn't find the other one. My mom was sure to be horrified. I searched some more in the likely places that i would have put it, like in my bedroom, in the bathroom, and even under the covers of my bed. Then i looked in the unlikely places: The kitchen, my mom's room, the dining room, and the play room. Still, it was nowhere to be found. I was sure my mom would be horrified by the fact that i had lost my other gardening glove. She's always overdramatic about gardening. I hung my head and walked to my mom's room, where she was reading a book in bed.

    "Uuummm... Mom?" I asked cautiously.

     "Mmmhm?" she said, looking up from her book. "I... umm... i can't find one of my gardening gloves," I squeaked.

                       To be continued...