To: Mrs. Yollis - - - From: Heather

SURPRISE!

*Opening Mail Noises*

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Dear Mrs. Yollis,

Whenever I walk to school, I think of you. That’s because there’s a hole-ish dent-ish curve in the ground, and it’s kind of shaped in a heart. Obviously, I couldn’t take a pickaxe or a drill and mine it out! I don't have a photo of it since I don't bring cameras to school. ☺I can’t mail this, and because you always read blogs, an idea popped into my mind. I thought, “Aha! I can’t mail this, but I do have a blog! What is there to waste when I have earned a blog?”

So, on this post, I just wanted to thank you for two years of educational learning. I can never thank you enough! You are the one who introduced me to the real world, taught me cyber safety, showed me how to type, shaped me into an at least okay student, gave me an opportunity to do something else than a boring old worksheet for homework, and also pushing me in a polite way to read more. Before, I would just holler out answers, never read, always write messy even if I could write neater, and never write.

By the way, congratulations on winning the Bammy Awards! Everybody is fond of you!

Your now former student,

Heather ☼  

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Once again, thank you for your education! It'll really affect my life!

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A Story :: The Crazy Cursed Cursor! --- Part I

The Crazy Cursed Cursor

Author: Heather

Once upon a time, there was a delightful little class. Mrs. Yollis and her twenty-eight students were happily reading Mrs. Yollis’ new blog post.

“Today, I just found out that you can change the cursor size. First, you go to this. Then you do…” Mrs. Yollis explained. “... And finally, you move this line. I’m going to make this the largest!” announced Mrs. Yollis proudly. The cursor was about the size of Mrs. Yollis’ hand! “Yes! This is the exact size I was looking for!”

She was using it perfectly when the class was finished reading the post. Suddenly, it the cursor hovered over Firefox! Then it clicked on Camtasia! After, there was a giant crack through the middle of the computer screen!

“Maybe-” Heather was interrupted with BOOM and a BANG! The computer was blown up! The cursor jumped out of the computer. At first, it started shaking Keira’s hand. Then it went to Chloe’s desk and took out a big fat permanent marker. It opened the cap and drew a unhappy face, mad eyebrows, and tiny eyes.

Illustrated by Mrs. Yollis

Mrs. Yollis rushed outside. On her way, she bumped into Buck! Buck happily trotted into the room. The cursor hopped to the paper towels and got some soap. He started wiping his face off! He took the marker and drew clenched teeth, big and ugly eyes, and no eyebrows. He took Buck and started flipping him in the air!

“Oh!” yelled Mrs. Yollis angrily. “You give me my Buck back!” The cursor bounced to Mrs. Yollis, picked her up, and put her next to Mr. Bones. He took the desks and started spinning them around and around.

“He has magic powers!” Heather whispered to Keira quickly. “The computer probably taught the cursor how to contain viruses!”

Keira loudly replied, “I remember Cooper telling me that we have to call (123)-456-7890 for free equipment!”

“Shhh!” Heather shushed. “We don’t want that cursor to hear us! Wait! He’s about to zap Mrs. Yollis and Mr. Bones! Keira, you go try and unbundle them! I’ll try calling this untrustworthy phone number!”

“It’s not not trustworthy! Olivia, not Oliver, gave it to me!” Keira reminded Heather as she ran to Mrs. Yollis. Heather grabbed her giant iPhone that was about the size of her desk and started dialing (123)-456-7890. Instantly, somebody answered. It sounded like a bee.

“Okay. You stop buzzing in my ear. This is a real emergency. This cursor busted out of our teacher’s computer-” Heather was interrupted rudely.

“So. You’re saying that you want free equipment for two people? Also, can I see your class? I heard that you just added a new gadget that lets the other person see you.” The squeaky voice demanded.

Heather sighed. “Okay fine. If you’re that…” Heather’s voice trailed off as she clicked the ‘mirror’ button. Heather saw that the rat shoved some equipment in her face as he hung up impolitely. She took the suits and ran to hand on to Keira. The second Heather touched the suits, it zipped her up!

“Here, Keira! Have this! Hurry!” rushed Heather. Now, she joined Keira to help her defeat the evil cursed cursor. On the safety suit, it had a zapper. Right when Mr. Bones and Mrs. Yollis were going to get sprayed with infection, Heather and Keira zapped the cursor. The cursor cried, more in shock than pain, while he ran away. The hot zap wasn’t enough to scare the cursor away though.

Keira looked outside and shrieked, “You know the staffs that always pass our classroom? Well… They’re infected by Hi-Quality-Shooting-Spray-Infection-For-Ten-Billion-Hours.”

Heather gasped, and it was followed by a burst of different noises in the classroom. All of the computers turned into real life and once they open and closed, you could see their ninety-nine trillion sharp teeth! “Classmates! Go hop on top of the roof! Here’s some low quality jumping drinks! Even if it’s low quality, I’ll have to do for now! Here! Chloe, you go on the roof first!”

Chloe successfully got on top of the roof, and THAT was followed by a crowd of jumping people! What a sight that was!

Just then, the mob of staffs that are called: Billy Bob Joe, French Fried Fred, Damascus Doom Dino, Karate Krazy Kate, and Juicy Jumping-Jack Judo. They were a very powerful army of infected people. One of the computers announced, “I like bittin’ people heads off!” Another one claimed, “I enjoy crunchin’ on their limbs.” And the last one proudly told everyone, “And I like destroyin’ your precious base!” They started stacking up on one another. Billy Bob Joe was on the bottom, then went French Fried Fred, and last, Karate Krazy Kate helped the chomping computers up, careful not to have her finger bitten off by these vicious animals. Damascus Doom Dino and Juicy Jumping-Jack Judo stayed on the bottom just in case anyone would try jumping off.

Heather  hesitated. Keira handed her a mini bomb that could be used over and over. “Here use this to try and blow them up. After their a little wounded, we’ll hop on down there, careful for the cursed cursor and the chomping… Well… Actually let’s destroy the computers. We’ll replace them after. As I was saying, after their a little wounded, we’ll hop on down there careful for only the cursed cursor, throw away our suits, and then give them disinfection soup. They’ll turn back into regular old staffs. And we’ll also wash their minds a little so that there will be no rumors about this madness.”

Heather did as what Keira told her to do, and she soon realized that the cheap suit did actually protect her pretty well. She bombed her way down, and threw it at the staffs too. Accidentally, she threw on at the cursor, but that was totally fine with her.

“Come on down here Keira!” She shouted, cupping her mouth. The staffs were laying on the ground. Mrs. Yollis was relaxing on her pink and blue bean bags, letting her students do all of the work. “So, Mrs. Yollis. Do you have our soup ready?”

“What soup? I have regular chicken noodle soup thought,” Mrs. Yollis offered. “Oh and plus, I’ll be glad to help… Unless you don’t need me.”

“No thanks. We’ll manage it. Oh and also, that’ll do. We’ll just put some medicine inside,” Heather suggested. “May I please have the bowl of soup?” Mrs. Yollis handed her the soup and Heather gave it to Keira. Heather grabbed the pills and stirred it inside with the soup. Then she got a funnel and placed on in everybody’s mouths. Keira dropped one mind erasing pill in each one of their mouths as they swallowed the pill whole. After the pill, Keira helped Heather to pour the soup in each of the funnels. It took up a lot of soup, but it was enough.

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After some time, all of the staffs were up and ready to go. They stood up and walked away, like nothing bad happened. Then Buck trotted to Mrs. Yollis again, but this time more angrily. It seemed like he wanted to tell Mrs. Yollis something.

“Woofity Woof Woof! Bark! Arf!” Buck yapped. Mrs. Yollis seemed to understand Buck’s foreign language.

“OKAY, CLASS!” Mrs. Yollis directed. “We’re now going to-” Mrs. Yollis was cut off by a growing noise. It was near… Or it WAS the crazy cursor. It was growing bigger and bigger. Now, it was about the size of the classroom, except even taller!

“ALL OF YOU ANTS DESTROYED MY MINIONS!” the cursor bellowed. “NOW I WILL DESTROY YOU!”

“Uh oh,” muttered Heather. “We better do something, Keira. Do you have any ideas?”

“Think, think, think,” Keira said to herself. “Well… I don’t know if this is the best idea, but I think we should take ladders, and we can climb to your house, since your house is just above the school. Then we’ll get some materials, and we can craft a robot with aluminum, iron, and metal. We’ll wreck your old laptop and take out the disk and put it in our robot. What do you think, Heather?”

Heather stared out into space. “I guess so, if that’s the only idea you have. Let’s go!” Heather ordered suddenly. They busted into the storage room, took out an unstable wooden ladder, and started climbing. When they finally reached Heather’s house, Keira took a mallet and started smashing Heather’s discarded laptop. Heather took her father’s key that was in his drawer, went to the garage, and unlocked another drawer with a bunch of materials.

“KEIRA! CAN YOU COME DOWN  HERE TO HELP ME?” shouted Heather. Keira came down a second later with the chip. Together, they built a weird looking robot. Heather and Keira were some typists (which means that they could type very well), so they added a keyboard from her brother’s, Aaron’s, computer. Whatever you typed in there, it would send it to the disk, and the robot would obediently do it. It also had a teleportation skill, so it could teleport to you whenever you are too far away from it. It also had more powers.

Today, Keira was wearing a plain light blue T-shirt, and Heather was also wearing a light blue T-shirt, but it had the words, “I MADE IT TO THE TOP” with a picture of Half Dome and some facts around it. So, Heather typed:

Follow the person with a light blue T-shirt and has the words, “I MADE IT TO THE TOP” printed on it.

Then Heather added, “Keira, if you want the robot to follow you, type your T-shirt design in it, but before, tell me. That way, I won’t wonder where the robot went.”

“Sure!” Keira agreed. Heather climbed down the ladder, with Keira following. The robot couldn’t climb down anything, so once Heather was on the ground next to Mrs. Yollis, the robot teleported down.

“Heather!” Keira addressed. “I’m going to type in, “Use your Anti-Virus powers to shoot that cursor with an ugly face on it.” Okay?”

“Okay. Just be careful. The keys are a little hard to press, and don’t make a mistake. Also, check it after you’re done,” Heather hinted.

Keira’s message originally turned out to be:

Us your Anti-irus poers to shot that cursor wih an ugl face on it

But Keira checked it and fixed it to be:

Use your Anti-Virus powers to shoot that cursor with an ugly face on it.

The cursor did what it was told to do, and the cursor slowly wiped off its face. Then it shrunk into a regular sized cursor. Heather and Keira quickly dashed into the classroom to see the cursor fix the computer screen and hop back in the computer. After, it closed all of the windows that it opened, and then it was back to normal.

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Epilogue

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In the future, Heather and Keira made sure that the cursor wouldn’t budge ever again. Mrs. Yollis awarded them for great leadership with one gold plate for each with diamond words in it. As an award from all of the dogs, each one of them gave the kids one big kiss(or lick)! After that, anybody who needed help with technology would call Heather, Keira, Mrs. Yollis, and all of the dogs for help. As usual, Heather and Keira would make sure that the problem wouldn’t happen again, and now the whole wide world would have no more major problems with technology…

Or did they?

What do you think about my story?

Can you make up another story about the same cursor?

Part II --- Coming up!

Family Blogging Month Winners' Free Post!

Way back in November 2013, me, Heather, Keira and Shayna got to choose a free post. We decided to work together to make one post, so this is what we wrote:

We are Heather, Keira, and Shayna. Last November, we won Family Blogging Month! When we won Family Blogging Month, we got to write a guest post. All of us decided to make a voiceover of this phenomenal dog obedience video Mrs. Yollis took. Then we wrote a story to accompany the video. This is the story that we created:

Long ago, when dogs didn't exist on Earth, people were very glum and bored. They didn't have any entertainment and people would just stay in their houses all day. One fateful day, there was a meteor crash. The rock landed right on top of a little neighborhood called Storm Cloud. Instead of destroying the town, the meteor exploded with tiny eggs.

The neighbors heard the loud, "BOOOM!" They peeked out their windows. They were frightened to see that their plants, pools, and all of their belongings were transformed into spotted eggs. There were red eggs, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, black, and brown eggs.

The people dashed out of their houses and shouted, "HELP! HELP! THE INVADERS HAVE ARRIVED! EVACUATE THIS INSTANT!" Somebody heard this little boy mutter, "Awww... I just knew that this would happen SOME day! But, obviously, no one would listen!"

He picked up a knife and started scraping a yellow egg. It was pretty stable, but he got part of the egg chipped off. He was having lots of fun playing with the lovely egg.

Suddenly, his elder sister, Olivia, came up to him and shouted, "Oliver! What have you done now, you fool?"

"I-I-I didn't do anything!" he sputtered. "I'm totally innocent!"

Olivia looked down at the knife. "Then what is this?" she questioned as she held the knife. "What have you done with this knife... And this poor egg?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just scraping peanut butter on the egg so that the egg could eat all of the vitamins!"

Olivia eyed the chippings on the egg and exclaimed, "No you haven't! I have proof! This scraped egg explains why you have "spread peanut butter" on the egg. You actually used the knife to chip off the parts of the egg so that you could see what was in it. Stop lying, Oliver!" Olivia picked up the egg and left Oliver all alone.

"Oh brother! That bossy old Olivia never minds her own business. If only I could prove that I am smarter!" He thought and thought for over a hour. Then something popped into Oliver's mind! "Ah ha!" he exclaimed. "I can find out what is in that egg! I'll wait until the egg hatches, and there might be a DOG inside it!"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Olivia was studying a random black egg. "I wonder what possibly could be inside this egg. Let's get a magnifying glass to study." She walked over to a bin and grabbed out a blue box. Inside it was her favorite magnifying glass. She hurried back to her room and picked up the black egg and the yellow egg. She gently set them both down on her light blue bed covers and picked up the magnifying glass. She magnified the two eggs. In the corner of her eye, she saw a brown egg at the edge of her room. She picked it up and studied the three eggs all together. "Hmmm... I mustn't let Oliver discover what is inside these precious eggs!" Olivia thought. With that she put the three white spotted eggs in a special box under her bed.

The next day, she got impatient. The eggs didn't have one crack on them. "I guess that I will just have to peel it open." Then she thought of a more educated idea. "I am going to put them in an incubator." She strolled across her medium-sized room and picked up a three egg incubator. She placed the three eggs inside the incubator and turned it on. "Now I will just have to wait for the three eggs to hatch."

Downstairs, Oliver was hatching up a plan of his own. "Well... I am only eight years old, and I may not know as much as my eighteen year old sister. Okay. But I still know a lot. My plan is to smash this ugly red egg I just found outside. I will crack it on the floor. It may be all mushy and disgusting, but I don't care. I'll test this out."

He raised up the egg and smashed it to the floor. There laid the beautiful egg, now ruined. The gooey contents spread all over the sidewalk of Storm Cloud street. "Nooo!" cried Oliver, "I have not proved that there is a dog in these eggs! What shall I do now? I hope that Olivia didn't start yet!"

In her room, Olivia was hopefully studying biology. "This is the DNA of a mammal, but I'm still working on what type of mammal. Oh, I just can't hope anymore that it is a dog!" While she was studying her DNA machine, the incubator was working hard to hatch the three eggs. Olivia constantly looked over to the working egg hatcher, but no eggs had hatched.

"This is preposterous!" She walked to the door of her room, opened the door, went out into the hall, and locked and shut the door behind her. She calmly strolled down the hall to her brother's room. She knocked on the door lightly, but there came no answer. She knocked again louder, but still no one answered. She finally pushed open the door to find her brother sobbing on the dark green covers of his bed. "Oh Oliver!" Olivia cried out to him, "What is wrong?"

"I couldn't prove to you that I was smart! I am less than smart now. I am the least smart that anyone could ever be! But you, you are so intelligent. You-you could figure out what is in those eggs in a second!"Oliver confessed.

"Oh! Have I really been that bad?" Suddenly the pair heard a loud beep.

"The incubator! The eggs are hatching! Now, Oliver, please leave me alone!"

"But you-" Oliver wailed his way out of the room.

Olivia walked to her room and took out the eggs. The eggs were hatched, and there were little specks of dust on the floor. "I suppose that these are the animals that were inside this," she whispered thoughtfully.

Oliver was still weeping when he heard a faint noise that sounded mysterious. He had never heard this noise before. Oliver sat up and walked a little closer to his door. The noise got louder. He opened the door to find nothing. "Hmmm... What was that noise? It sounded identical to a dog's bark. But it couldn't be. I now know that dogs are NOT real. I have lost all hope in finding a dog,"Oliver confessed to himself. Oliver ran to Olivia's room and without knocking on the door, he entered.

"YOU GET OUT OF HERE, OLIVER!" Olivia screamed angrily. "WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN HERE?" Olivia was especially mad because Olivia didn't want to give any credit to Oliver if she discovered what was really inside of the eggs.

"I was just trying to say hello! Why do you have to be so mean all the time? I am going outside to get another egg and to find out what is really inside those tiny eggs!" Oliver told Olivia. He slammed the door behind him.

"Olivia never appreciates anything that I do!" With that remark to himself, he went out the front door and onto the sidewalk. He turned back to look at the house, and then thought for a second. "But if I get kidnapped by a criminal, Olivia will never know and I will be gone forever. I am going back to the house."

Inside, Olivia went back to the eggs. The egg shells were still there, but the creatures were gone. "At least there are footprints! Maybe they will lead to my victory!" Olivia thought thoughtfully. She followed the footprints, which looked like paw-prints, and they lead to her closet.

The door was open, so she went inside. She turned on the lights and searched everywhere. Under a pile of clothes, she saw something move. It shook again. Olivia picked up the pile of clothes, and saw that the little creatures in the eggs were dogs! One dog was tan, another black, and the last one was brown. "I can't believe it! Now I just need to figure out what type of dogs they are, and then we can keep the dogs as pets!"

Meanwhile, Oliver just entered the house. He heard Olivia's excitement coming from upstairs. "What is going on up there? I need to know, and I need to know now!" Oliver raced upstairs to find that Olivia was on her DNA type machine. She looking up what type of dog the tan one was. As soon as Oliver entered the room, he saw three dogs sitting on Olivia's light blue bed covers. "You discovered dogs? That's not fair!"

"But it is! You did nothing to figure it out!" Olivia shouted back to him, "You never wanted to take care of these creatures! You are not credited with this discovery, period! This will go in the newspaper, on the Internet, and I will become famous! To make you happier, you might be a little famous because we are siblings, but obviously, you won't be as famous as me!"

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After a few weeks, Olivia and Oliver were famous. Everybody was talking about these young celebrities. They even got to rename Storm Cloud, which they named Los Angeles. In their spare time, they found the names that fit each of the dogs. The great dane was named Wolfie, the dachshund is now Laura, and the German shepherd is Felix. They had to train them or else they would run away, bite, and scratch. The siblings knew that the school to train pets didn't exist, so they tried to train them with human food. That did not work, so the siblings had to come up with something else.

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Epilogue

After two years of disobedient dogs, they finally knew that they had to create something. They wanted a special building for the dog school. The siblings were rich because they were famous globally.

Olivia hired an experienced dog trainer named Georgia. She also hired carpenters and working men to build the school. She decided to call it Obedience School for Dogs. The builders got to work, and to Olivia and Oliver, it felt like an instant when they were finished.

The disobedient dogs were placed in there for free, since they were the dogs of the creators, and this is their first day of class:

Video by Mrs. Yollis

I hope you all enjoyed our story and our voiceover!

If you were one of the dogs, which one would you like to be the most?

What do you think these dogs are really thinking

Have you ever trained a dog? If so, what tips can you give? Was it hard?