Book Review By: Tanner S.

Creature of the Night

By: Kate Thompson. Creature of the Night is a mysteries book about a mischievous boy named Bobby that grew up in Dublin always getting in trouble. One day his mom decided it would be best for her, bobby, and her youngest son to all to start fresh out in the country. Bobby still didn’t change right away he stole a car that the friendly neighbors owned that sold the house to them. After he got caught trying to get back to Dublin in the stolen car after he wrenched it.

 The owners made him work on there farm until it was all paid off. After working there for a while they soon found that there was weird stories about the house and murders that took place in the house. The family got very scared and decided to move back to Dublin after they found out about murders and other freaky stories about the house.

             Even though bobby always wanted to move back to Dublin this time he was missing working with the neighbors on there farm because he realize he enjoyed and was good at it instead of always getting in trouble, and decided to go back to there house and told them that he still had to pay off the car after wrecking it and he continued to work of the farm. This book is a very addicting book to continue reading I strongly suggest you read this book.

Copyright date – 2008

Theme – change isn’t always bad

Main characters – Bobby, his mother, PJ, Coley, Mick, Luke, Carmel, Dennis, and Beetle

Setting – aways out side of a small town by a farm.

Favorite line – I lost my ticket, Bobby would say this all the time in dubblin trying to get a free ride on the bus

Awards – guardian children’s fiction prize, children’s Whitbread book award.

Genre – fiction

Descriptive Essay /Important Person By: Tanner

His long black thick shaggy hair that looks like a forest on his head, that he pushes aside to get a vivid image through the scope. The cry from the FoxPro that faints out the sound of the rushing river as he waits for the unexpected to come. The giant trees give the creatures a sanctuary to stay hidden from the cold that he uses for cover. His rough fingers never letting a grip of the stock of the gun loose, as he catches a glimpse of the predator.

His camouflage that hides him in the brush as he slowly trails the dog through his scope as he wait for the perfect moment to squeeze his finger. Then after the sound of the gun his expression after a successful shot as he says “dog down”. Watching the sweat pour down his face caring the coyote. With his prideful face as he marches through the deep drifts.

Hunts keep our relation ship strong, he feels like my blood brother because of how much we have in common and the valuable time we spend together. He always has my back in any situation. A true friend at heart. The cold has never stopped us from our addiction of hunting and never will. Even on the nastiest days in the year we are out there trying to start a fire as we find dry branches to keep the fire going.

The smell of the smoke as he roast next to the fire. After awhile when he feels warm he puts out the cozy fire. Foot after foot he gets closer as we follow the path that still faintly shows from the snow covering our tracks we made to get here. Tony has always been my best friend and always will even if we are not hunting. If I didn’t have Tony to always be there for me I wouldn’t be as competitive as I am if I didn’t know him in sports.

Trying to be better then him in sports while he does the same for me weather its out on the court, the mat, the field, or even a shooting match, we can be very competitive. Shooting clearly has shown our relation ship. I can count on him any time I need him. His hair is what makes him the most unique. I like everything about him and that’s why I can proudly call him my best friend

this is just to say

This is just to say by: Tanner

I have been concealing different objects

 in order that you are unavailable to play

the play station while I’m gone even though

I directly told you to stay out of my room

I know that you are sooo dearly depressed

When I’m gone that you can just disobey me

But next time you wont be sad,

you will be crying because I’ll brake the

Disk while enjoying every second of it

Forgive me please, if not you won’t

Have to worry about the play station

For a while. Love you lots lil bro

                                                                                    Inspired by William Carlos Williams

I am poem

Most of my friends know I am

One of the top shooters they know

Shooting has always been my passion

And always will be

I am sports

 Sports year round I do

To stay in shape for my

Favorite sport, wrestling

Wrestling, no excuses no one

To blame just you, shake hands,

WHEET!

 as the whistle sounds

yearly opening morning

why cant it be a holiday?

Deer season is here

the clueless beast as he has

been punchered right on target

I am a caller at heart

Knowing the pitches and meanings of

Each call I have, and use when mastered

I call coyotes, deer, ducks, and turkeys

I am a hard worker

If its putting up grain bins in the

Summer with north central automation

Or just helping friends and family

I am always there to help

Symbol Poem

Green

Green, summer time fun

Warm, sun light feelin

Swimming, just chillin

July night campin

Farm pond fishin

compition shootin

mt. dew sippin

hard workin

back yard mowin

4^th of july meetin

hamburger grillin

family meetin

summer time action

favorite place to be

                                                Opening morning of deer season

The opening morning of deer season

is a holiday in my perception.

Wearing bright orange clear as day

that can be notified from a mile away.

No better place to be

with God’s creations all around me.

Passing off decent shooters

Waiting for the thirty pointers

Day after day, no way I say

Has the monster been left lay?

Every hunters dream

is going to be

hanging on MY wall, I deem!

One of these days I will get my chance

To have my exciting victory dance.

The master buck will be eliminated

And my pride will be elevated.

First Last Poem by Tanner

It was late

Dark is all I remember

Till I light the night

With the dew.

One sip after another

I felt electricity pass through

My body, then no more

Was left in the vacant

Can of my love I couldn’t resist

At the time a all nighter wouldn’t

Be possible with out my dew

My friends stupid dare

Who passes out first

Is a loser, last one winner

Simple, no rules

Mt. dew was the

Only way to make it

Till morning

Morning came

2 boxes lay left empty

as I feel weary

bed calling my name

good night

zzzzzzz…

I  needed a sip of milk

 to help Me sleep

It was late mid night

As I open the refrigerator

I grabed the carton

As I don’t even

Take the effort to

Grab a glass

I chug out of the half

Empty carton

Sour milk ugh

Splsss as it hits the vacant

Sink, I didn’t even

Make it upstairs

I was so up set

I droped dead

In the effort of going

Up stairs

As I snore on the stairs

The next morning I

Didn’t remember any thing

My neck was so sore though

Felt like I sleept on a thousand

River rocks on the beach

2 aspirins later I make the

effort to event move my neck

forget it, at this point I forgot

about the milk as I was poring

me a bowl of cereal

blaaa, nasty

it seemed that I have tasted that

recently I thought

gross!