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Adventure Camping Trip: Dan and Henry’s Fun Experience

One day, Dan and Henry went on a fun camping trip. They packed their Blue Backpacks and started out.

When they get there, they get out of the car and run to set up camp. After that, they went for a bike ride in the woods. Dan saw a deer, and Henry saw a Blue Jay. When they got back, they started getting wood to build a fire.

That night Dan and Henry ate campfire cooked potatoes, and s’mores. After that, Henry put out the fire and went inside the tent with Dan.

That night, they heard a sound. Dan was scared. Henry, don’t go out. It could be a bear. Don’t worry, Dan. I will peak out. Henry peaked out of the tent door only a little to see what it was. Was it a bear? Then Dan peaked out. But after Dan, I saw it he said “Henry, get my Flashlight”. Henry got it, and handed it to Dan.

Dan, turn it on. After that he laughed. Henry asks, “what is it?’ Come on come out of the tent. I will show, you.”

Dan showed Henry what it was. They laughed. It was two dogs.

Dan lights the fire while Henry called the dogs. Dan gives the dogs each a peanut butter cracker. The dogs had no collars. Dan and Henry kept the dogs. It was a wonderful camping trip. That they will not forget, Dan and Henry named the dogs, Roxie and Bridget.

by Bell

In this story I am remembering the 1st dog I had, Roxie, so I name one of the dogs after her, the other dog is the 2nd dog that we have now. My family and I got Bridget just before Roxie died. So, let’s remember Roxie and honor Bridget.

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Life in a submarine: Deep water

My name is Rebecca. My family lives in a submarine.
I live with my sister Joy, my brothers, Danny and Mark and there is my mom, my dad, and my dad’s helpers. We all lived in a yellow Sub.
One day, it rained hard. Joy and I were worried, but my mom said let make cookies, and so we did. My dad works hard keeping us on tack to Ireland, but the waves didn’t help. Mark tried to help, but he had to watch Danny, the youngest. Danny was 5, Mark 9, Joy was 7, and I am old 12-years-old.
Mother was getting worried. Father said that we are going a little deeper but not too deep. Joseph, my dad’s helper, takes us down deeper. While Tom makes sure, we don’t go too deep.

Mom asks Dad a question, “Should one of us be in the Control room?” Still a little worried Dad said, “Yes, one or maybe two should be in the Control room.” So, Dad asks Joseph and Tom to be in the control room.

Later, we ate dinner and went to bed. That night we woke; the red alert was going off. What is going on Joy asked me. I don’t know. So, Joy and I run to little Danny’s room. He was crying. Rebecca, “I am worried. Let’s see where Mark is. Maybe he is on his way to the control room,” said little Danny. Ok let’s go. When we got there, Mark was with mom and dad in the control room. “What’s going on father?” Mark asks. “The water- it is too deep!” was the reply. Daddy, are we going to be all right asked Rebecca. Yes, Rebecca we are. God is with us. He was with us when we told people about him, and he is here now.

I knew my father was right. My mom and dad are missionaries and when I was little my dad said a Bible verse a lot to me when I was scared. The verse says, “Be careful for nothing; but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” Philippians 4:6. So, I knew my dad right. If we ask God, he with Help us.

Why don’t you take the kids to the living room and pray and I will see if we can get to Ireland ok. Mom agreed and said, “I will try to call grandma and grandpa in Scotland [Edinburg]. I will tell them that we are trying to get home but having trouble making it back to Ireland [Dublin].”

Rebecca, please carry Danny. “Ok” I answered. “So, mom, are we going to sleep in the living room?” asked Mark. “Yes, Mark we are.” answered mom.

“Mom”, Joy asked, “how far are we from home?” About 2 miles. Surprisingly the call goes through. Grandma and Grandpa were so worried. After the call, dad came into the room. He said, “we are out of deep water.” We were all happy to Hear that.

The next morning Joy, Mark, Mom, Dad, Tom, Joseph, and I were so happy to walk on dry land.

A work of fiction written by Bell

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