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Published by Dan Mazur at Shakespir

Copyright 2016 Dan Mazur

Camp Bigfoot

I do not like camping. I never did. But every summer my parents would send me off to Camp Blue Jay. I didn’t like sleeping in a tent, being bitten by mosquitos, or sing-alongs by the campfire. I wanted to stay home and hang out with my friends this summer.


Don’t get me wrong, I love being outside getting lots of fresh air, riding my bike, and going swimming. But I just can’t sleep unless I’m in my own bed. This was going to be a very long eight weeks. I took a breath and sighed before I started to help the other kids set up their tents. “Eight weeks Jarvis. It’s only eight weeks” I told myself.


It was starting to get dark outside and I was tired from the long bus ride. I really wanted to go to sleep. “Where you going little dude?” one of the camp counsellors asked. “I’m very tired and am going to get some sleep.” “No way bro! The fun is just starting. We’re going to roast some marshmallows around the campfire and I’m going to sing some tunes.”

Forced to attend, the whole thing was as bad as I expected. Skyler tried out some of his “solo material” and it was awful. I didn’t get to sleep until 3 a.m. I didn’t sleep well as the sounds of the forest kept me up all night. Owls hooted. Crickets chirped. And I thought I heard a coyote howl. The next morning I was exhausted as I sat and ate a disgusting bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.

The past couple of weeks were terrible. I was homesick, bored, and tired. I missed my goldfish, my comic books, my bed, and my parents. I can only imagine how much they missed me. They must be so lonely without me around. Actually I would later find out that the minute I left my parents ended up dancing the night away and having fun at parties with some of the other parents.


Tomorrow we were supposed to go swimming in a cold and muddy lake.  It was then that I decided to do something drastic. I would run away from camp! I wrote a note saying that I wasn’t feeling well and that my parents would be coming to pick me up. I left it in my tent for one of the camp counsellors to find. I departed just before the sun started to rise. I was in a rush as I gathered my things and left as fast as I possible, oblivious to the fact that my note was being carried away by the morning breeze.

As I got deeper into the forest I began to hear all sorts of creepy sounds. I felt like I had a thousand pairs of eyes staring at me. Is someone or something following me? A troll? A wolf? A bear? Or worse? I shouldn’t have left the campsite. I dropped my bag and started to run back but tripped and hurt my ankle. The last thing I remember was lying on the cold forest floor.

When I woke up, everything around me was blurry. It looked like I was in a cave. I tried to stand up but my ankle was too sore. When I looked up I saw a big hairy beast staring back at me. We both screamed. It appeared that we were afraid of each other. Was that Bigfoot? I thought he was a myth. He kindly offered me a fish he had caught in the lake. “Um, no thanks. I already ate.”

When the camp counsellors came upon my empty tent, they became worried. They got the other kids to help look for me. After a while they decided to call the park rangers to go find me. Not only was it foolish of me to run off all alone into the forest, but now I also had a bunch of people worried about me. And what if they called my parents? I’d be in so much trouble when I got home.

Bigfoot didn’t speak. He would just make grunting sounds. He began to rub his tummy and looked over at me. “Huh? Oh! Yes! I’m very hungry.”  We wandered back into the forest in search of something to eat. I started to limp so Bigfoot give me a piggyback ride and carried me over to some bushes filled with juicy berries. I stuffed my face with raspberries and blackberries.

Bigfoot and I were having so much fun eating berries. Our faces were awfully messy. While I continued to pick berries, Bigfoot suddenly stopped. He looked frightened. “What is it Bigfoot?” I asked. And then I heard voices and the humming of an engine. I couldn’t let them find us. We had to find a safe place to hide. But where do you hide a seven foot monster?

We hid behind some trees and bushes. as the jeep slowly drove by. I was sure that they would spot us but they kept on driving. “I should really get back to camp. I’m sure everyone is worried about me.” Bigfoot looked like he was going to cry. “It’s okay big guy. I’ll see you again.” I began to walk away and after a few minutes I turned around only to see that Bigfoot had gone away. 

I tried to catch up to the jeep that had just driven by but couldn’t find them. I was lost in the forest, all alone. I heard some rustling sounds coming from the nearby bushes and started to run only to trip on a rock and reinjure my ankle. I heard some heavy breathing and looked up to see a big brown beast. “Bigfoot?” It wasn’t my friend however. it was a large, angry, grizzly bear instead.

I laid still as the bear sniffed around me. I tried to keep my eyes closed but looked up to see a jaw full of sharp teeth. I was afraid he was going to attack me at any moment. A large booming noise startled the bear who got on his hind legs and turned around. It was Bigfoot! He growled at the bear who ran off into the forest. Bigfoot picked me up and carried me back to the campsite.

When I returned to the campsite I was greeted by Skyler who thankfully didn’t have his guitar. “So glad you’re safe brah! You’re just in time for some kale smoothies I made and ahhhhhhhhhh! What’s that?” “This is Bigfoot and he’s my friend. I’ll make you a deal. I won’t tell my parents that you couldn’t find me if you let him stay.” “Oh alright. It’s just for a few more weeks.”

For the next few weeks, Bigfoot entertained all the kids at Camp Blue Jay. The girls took a real liking to him dressing the big guy up in pretty outfits and make-up. He was a gentle giant and a good sport about it. But I don’t think he really enjoyed being the world’s biggest Barbie Doll. The time had flown by so fast and sadly it was time for all of us to head home.


Saying goodbye to Bigfoot was harder than I expected. I felt like I was going to cry. He gave me a big hug and I told him that I would be back next summer. The rest of my fellow campers promised that they wouldn’t tell anyone about Bigfoot. The bus started to honk. It was time for me to go. I stared out the back of the bus until Bigfoot was out of sight. And then I started to cry.


While I had an incredible time at summer camp, it felt so good to be home. “So Jarvis, how was camp this year?” my Dad asked expecting to hear the worst. “I loved it! I can’t wait to go back next year! I had the best time ever!” “Did you make any new friends while you were there?” my Mom added. “I sure did Mom and Dad. I sure did.”

















I love living near the beach. I love the fresh sea air and the variety of creatures that call the ocean home. There is nothing I enjoy more than spending a nice quiet evening on the beach watching the sun set.


Unfortunately, this solitude has been less frequent. It’s tourist season here in Shalamar and that means that it’s going to be noisy and crowded all summer long. Oh goodie, they’re here! I know that I sometimes take for granted what a beautiful town I live in but I wish that it was the quiet and sleepy city it is the rest of the year. The tourists leave trash all over the beach. They’re very noisy and inconsiderate. And worst of all they tease the local sea creatures. That really gets on my nerves. It’s like they’ve never seen a seagull before.

One warm afternoon a curious-looking creature washed up on shore. “What is it?” one of the tourists asked. “I don’t know. It looks like a bug. Don’t pick it up. It might bite you or be poisonous.” “Nah!” said the man in the hat, “I’m going to take a selfie with it.” He picked up the creature and held it up while he had one of his friends take a picture.


Soon the beach was packed with people taking pictures of themselves with the poor animal. He didn’t like being held at all as he squirmed to get out of their grasp. As the crowds grew, so too did the amount of garbage that they left behind. There were pop cans, food wrappers, and all kinds of trash scattered about the golden brown sand. Why can’t people behave when they go on vacation?


Eventually everybody tired of taking selfies with the creature and left the beach. They left behind such an awful mess. They always do. But right now I was more concerned about the little guy who was lying on his back. He did not look good at all. He had been passed from person to person all afternoon. I couldn’t just leave him here so I decided to bring him to the local vet.


I couldn’t find a blanket to carry the creature in so I put in a discarded Chinese food box. I rode my bike as fast as I could to the emergency vet clinic. I stormed through the front door and placed the box on the reception desk. The receptionist slowly opened the box and her face turned pale white. “Uh, Dr. Snuggles, you need to get out here now!”


“Where did you find him kid?” the vet asked. “He just washed up on shore. A bunch of tourists started passing him around and taking selfies with him.” “This is no ordinary sea creature. This is a nuggie. But they went extinct centuries ago.” “If you fix him, can I keep him?” “Oh no. You can’t do that. He’s just a baby. When they are full grown they are the size of an airplane!”


Without warning the room began to rumble. “What’s that?” “I’m not sure but I hope it’s not his Mommy looking for her baby.” The vet and I hid under the table as the entire city began to shake, rattle, and roll. People started running in the streets as a massive nuggie began to frantically search for her baby. The tourists loaded up their cars and got out town as quick as they could.


Unable to find her baby, the mama nuggie started rampaging through the streets of Shalamar. She was getting more upset with each passing moment. All the noise from the cars and planes was bugging her. Nuggies are marine mammals who lived on the ocean floor and only came to the surface once and a while. They were gentle creatures but were known to have a bit of a temper.


The vet and I hid under the table in his office as the walls began to shake. “What are we going to do?” I asked. “I got it! We’ll leave the baby out front in the box you brought him in.” I gently placed the baby nuggie in the box and left him outside for his mom. “My bike!” “Shhh” the vet whispered. The mama nuggie picked up the baby and started to head back to the sea.


Just as it looked like the nuggies were leaving, mama came back and give me a big, sloppy kiss. I don’t even like it when my grandma kisses me let alone a giant sea creature. She was so thankful that I took care of her baby. I was soaked with nuggie slobber as the pair headed back to the beach, disappearing into the ocean. I wondered if I’d ever see them again.


It’s been a couple of months since the nuggies came and went. As much as I’d like to see them again, I’m happy that they’ve been reunited and can live in their natural environment. Sometimes the best way to appreciate something is to do so from afar. Now if only I had taken a couple of pictures of me and the nuggies….. Kidding. I’m just kidding.








The Perfect Kid


Harper was a strange kid. He was incredibly smart and got straight A’s but he seemed different from the other kids at school. He spoke in complete sentences and would always refer to you by your full first name. My name was Harry but he always called me “Harrison.” I didn’t really care for it but I let it go.


Harper would always make eye contact with the person he was speaking to. Yet when he was talking to you it seemed as though he was looking inside you and not at you. He made a lot of people very uncomfortable, myself included. Whenever he spoke he would use really big words that nobody understood.


As far as I know, he didn’t have any friends at school. He pretty much kept to himself. A lot of the other kids wondered if he thought he was better than us. He would show no emotion as I don’t think I ever saw him smile or cry. I never heard him joke or laugh either. He always seemed so serious, a little too serious for a 10 year old boy.


I must admit that he was an amazing athlete. Harper excelled at every sport and dominated gym class. He could hit a baseball or throw a football farther than some of the older kids at school. He had transferred to my school a couple of years ago and he never missed a day of school. I don’t even think he ever got sick.


Some of the other kids at the school started to resent Harper for his high marks, athletic prowess, and low-key personality.  He seemed to get under the skin of one of the Grade 8 students in particular. Everybody at school knew him only as “Buzz” but Harper would always refer to him by his real name, Sidney.


One day Buzz challenged Harper to a fight after school. Nobody ever saw what happened but Buzz ended up missing the next week of school. He returned with his arm in a cast looking like he had been in accident. There were no scratches on Harper. Ever since the fight, whenever Harper passed him in the hallway, Buzz would either be overly friendly or avoid him altogether.


Harper rarely talked about his family. He referred to his parents as only “Mother” and “Father.” I don’t think he had any interests outside of school. Nobody ever saw him around town, at the park, or anywhere else. He just disappeared once the bell rang. Harper always ate lunch alone and read books.  Come to think of it, I don’t remember him ever bringing anything to eat or drink.


Harper was always dressed in the best clothes. Everything he wore looked brand new. He never came to school with ripped jeans or worn out running shoes. His hair was always neatly combed. I don’t think he ever had a hair out of place. He didn’t get pimples, bruises or blemishes on his face or arms. How could one kid be so perfect?


While he may not have been popular with his fellow students, teachers and parents loved Harper. They thought he was so intelligent and polite. I remember my mom always saying “Why can’t you be more like Harper?” I was happy just being a regular kid hanging out with my friends, playing sports, and having a messy room. I didn’t want to be perfect. How boring!


Harper walked home alone every day from school. Nobody had ever seen or met his parents since he transferred to my school. His lack of personality made it impossible for anyone to get to know him. One day I decided that I was going to follow him home after school. I wondered if Harper was hiding something. Or maybe he really was the perfect kid he appeared to be. 


Even though it was out of my way, I decided to follow Harper home. I just had to know what was he was hiding. He didn’t know that I was only a few feet behind him. He had such perfect posture. He didn’t slouch or shuffle his week as he walked with his head held high. After a ten minute walk, Harper went into the garage and not through the front door of his house.


I quietly crept to the side window to catch a peek of what was going on inside the garage. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I nearly fell off the box that I was standing on. “How was school today Harper?” his dad asked. “It was satisfactory thank you father.” “Okay, let’s get you recharged for tomorrow.” Recharged? What was going on?


Harper stood there as his dad hooked him up to a machine. His shirt, pants, hair, eyes, and skin were all fake. Harper was a robot!  Stunned by what I had just witnessed I fell off the box knocking over a group of garbage cans. “Who’s there?” Harper’s dad shouted. He came running outside to find me laid out. He helped me up and invited me inside the garage.


“Well, no sense in hiding our secret now” he said. “I’m Harper’s father. I am a Robotics Engineer and I build robots for a living. A few years ago, my wife and I lost our son in an accident and so I created Harper. I know he’s not a real boy but he’s all we have left. It’s just nice to have a kid around the house again even if he doesn’t show love or emotion.


“You must think I’m a mad scientist.” “No sir. Not at all. Harper is an amazing kid” I interjected. I could see his father’s face starting to light up so I continued to praise his creation, I mean his “son.” “He gets great marks and is a superstar athlete. You should be very proud of him.” “What’s your name young man?” “It’s Harry ….. I mean Harrison.”


“Would you mind walking to school with Harper tomorrow? I know he would really appreciate it and it would mean the world to his mother and I.” “Sure thing. I’ll be here tomorrow morning at 8:15 sharp! Have a good night Harper and I’ll see you first thing in the morning.” And with that I exited the garage trying to not to make sense of everything I had just seen.


A few minutes after Harrison has left the garage, Harper smiles for the very first time. “Goodnight Harrison” he says before his Dad unplugs him from the charging. Time to sleep.












The Pen is Mightier than the Sword


It was the best of times……….No! To be or not to be……….No! Once upon a time………No! Grrrrr!


I had two whole weeks to work on my creative writing assignment but here I was doing it the night before. We all had to write a story about anything we wanted. My mind went completely blank as I stared at the blank page. I was suffering from writer’s block. Every time I started to write, I didn’t like it and ended up scratching it out. I had crumpled up balls of paper all over my room. Frustrated, I began to doodle until my pen started running out of ink. Oh great! Now what? I searched all over my room and came across a pen I had never seen before. As soon as I picked it up, it felt warm to the touch. It felt like the pen was pulling me back to my desk to write.


The next thing I knew I started to furiously begin writing. It was like I was in a trance. It felt as though everything I was writing felt was really happening to me. And that’s because it was. Suddenly I was riding a horse dressed like a cowboy. “I’m a cowboy, on a brown horse I ride..,”. “Deputy! Come quick! Black Bart has come to Tumbleweed City and the Sheriff is missing!” “Deputy? Me?” She looked frightened so I headed into town. It was like a city from the Old West. I walked into the saloon and saw a ornery-looking man with a black beard and eyepatch. “Excuse me Mr. Black Bart. I’m here to arrest you sir” I said as my knees began shaking. “You? Ha! Not without a duel.” “Duel?”


“One sarsaparilla to go” I told the barkeep. I slowly walked outside sipping my drink.  Black Bar was waiting for me and he was one big dude. I can’t do this. Think Andy think. Then an idea popped into my head and I began to write a new scene. “Black Bart, you’re under arrest for all of those train robberies.” It was the Sheriff! He had been hiding behind some rocks. He led Black Bart to the local jail where the rest of his gang was waiting. Whew! That was close. Before I could catch my breath I found myself writing again. I started to feel lighter than air as I was drifting up to sky above.


Aww, these little guys are adorable. They must live on this planet. They have their own language that sounds like beeping noises than words. This is much better than a duel with a big bad outlaw in the Old West. As relaxing as this is, there isn’t much of a story here. What’s that rumbling noise? These little guys are starting to get scared. “Oh no!” said one of the tiny orange aliens. Okay, now that I understood. The noise was getting closer and louder. The aliens began to hop away. “Where are you guys going? It’s just a bit of noise. Guys?” Coming this way was the scariest, ugliest alien I had ever seen. And I think he was coming for me!


The alien monster grabbed me with his big sharp fangs. How am I going to get out of this one? I scrambled to find a way out but I didn’t like any of the ideas I thought up. I was starting to panic. I didn’t want to become a snack for a giant alien. Then from out of nowhere a rocket ship appeared and freed me from the creature’s jaws. I boarded the ship and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. That was way too close. I desperately needed a break but I couldn’t let go of the pen. It was like it was connected to my brain somehow. Who would’ve thought having such a vivid imagination would turn out to be such a bad thing?


I ended up in a bright and noisy casino. I’m a secret agent. Hey, nice suit! I looked good. I think I’ll play some Blackjack, have some lemonade, and talk to some pretty girls. “Hey you big goofballs! Get your hands off of me!” I yelled as two big men dragged me away from the table. “The boss wants to see you” said one of the goons. I thought up a really cool fight scene where I would knock out these tough guys and escape but I was getting a cramp in my right hand and couldn’t write it out in time. I wonder where they were taking me. More importantly, who was “The Boss?”


I was blindfolded as the goons took me to an island in the middle of the ocean. The two men dumped me inside a cold, dark dungeon. A bald man with a scar stroking a grey cat entered. That must be the boss. “Hello Mr. Bond. My name is Mr. Bloat.” “Do you expect me to talk?” I said. “No Mr. Bond….well, actually that would be nice.” “You got the wrong guy. My name is Dufresne. Andy Dufresne.” “Not again! This is so embarrassing. My apologies. But since you’re here, get him boys!” His henchmen tried to get me but after a couple of judo chops I managed to escape. Mr. Bloat’s secret lair was starting to crumble.  I had to get out here and fast!


Before I left I grabbed cat and made my way to a speedboat that was waiting outside. The cat and I were able to make it out before Mr. Bloat’s secret lair exploded. I thought the secret agent always ended up getting the girl. Oh well, this kitty was pretty cute. These adventures keep getting more and more dangerous. Why can’t I just write a story where I relax, watch television, and eat lots of ice cream? At least I looked great in this suit. And not a scratch on me. Despite being out in the middle of the chilly ocean, I began to feel very warm. It felt like I was off in some tropical land.


Holy Macaroni! Dinosaurs! I must be in the prehistoric era. Look at them! A stegosaurus, brontosaurus, and triceratops. They are gigantic! I think I’ll stay hidden behind this bush for now. I don’t want to disturb them. I think these guys are all herbivores (plant eaters) but I don’t want to take any chances. While I was enjoying the amazing view I felt as though I was being watched. But by who or what? I slowly turned my head and was relieved to see nothing there. When I turned my head back I was looking into the face of a snarling velociraptor with sharp, pointy teeth. I slowly started to back up before foolishly trying to make a break for it. I couldn’t outrun a raptor. What was I thinking?


The raptor was quickly gaining on me when a pterodactyl swooped in and picked me up. I was high up in the sky hanging upside down. Then as quickly as he had scooped me up, he let me go. I began falling to the earth with my arms and legs flailing. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I think he stole my writing assignment! I screamed as I kept falling and falling. Eventually everything went dark. “Andy? Andy? Get up hun, it’s time for school.” It was my Mom. Apparently I had fallen asleep at my desk. I was running late so I grabbed some toast on my way out. I looked all over my room but couldn’t find my assignment. What was I going to tell the teacher?


“Where is your assignment Andy?” “A pteradact…….I mean my dog ate my homework.” “I’m disappointed in you Andy but you’re a good student. I’ll let you hand in your assignment tomorrow. “Thank you Mr. O’Brien. I think I’m going to type this one out instead.”



Tree Hugger


When school ended in late June, our family would always head up north to our cottage. We’d stay for a couple of weeks and swim, hike, and enjoy all of the natural beauty. It was so peaceful to be outside savouring the fresh air and beautiful scenery. And I needed a break after a hectic year of Grade 5 schoolwork. I did okay in most of my subjects but I really didn’t like science. It was so boring.


My brother and I got along most of the time. He was a couple years older than I was and we had our own group of friends. But when we went to the cottage, we tended to spend a lot of time together. We didn’t want to be cooped up indoors the entire time so we tried to spend as much time in the woods as possible. We liked to kick the soccer ball around for fun. My brother thought he was a soccer superstar and started kicking the ball harder and harder. He kicked it so hard that it flew over my head and hit a tree. “Ouch!” Did I just hear someone say “Ouch”? Weird.


“Here’s your ball. I’m covered in bark so thankfully it didn’t hurt that bad.” “Okay thanks tree.” Wait. Thanks tree? Did that tree just talk to me? “You can talk?” “Only to you Lolly. Your family has been coming here for a long time. I remember seeing you run around as a little girl. You tried to climb onto my branches one time but you fell and hurt yourself. What impressed me the most was how respectful you were of the plants and animals that live here.” I was speechless. “Lolly? Where are you? Time for lunch!” my brother yelled. Not sure what to say, I returned to the cottage with the ball. What just happened here?


I woke up early the next morning, skipped breakfast and headed back to see if there really was a talking tree in the woods. “Good Morning Lolly!” the tree said as I approached him. So I wasn’t imagining things. He was an honest to goodness talking tree. I noticed a nest on one of his branches where three baby birds waited for their Mommy to bring them their breakfast. They were all so cute. I watched them eat while the tree closed his eyes and smiled. It was such a soothing sight to behold. Well it was until my annoying brother started yelling my name. “Oh oh! Looks like I have to go. I’ll see you later Mr. Tree.”


I ended up spending every chance I got with the tree that I had named “Oakley.” We became fast friends and he introduced me to all of the animals that lived in the woods. “You see Lolly, all of nature is dependent upon one another. We can all live in harmony if we respect one another. Oh, and I’m more than just a tree. I provide wildlife with a place to live. I help you to breathe by keeping the air clean and providing oxygen. But I’m sure you learned all of that in science class.” “Uh, yeah. Most importantly, you’ve provided me with a place where I can relax and just be myself Oakley.”


Our time at the cottage seemed to just fly by as it was time to head home. I had learned so much from Oakley. As crazy as it may sound, I was kind of looking forward to going back to school so I could impress my teachers with all of the incredible information I had learned from that wise old tree. I ended up having a fun summer full of camping trips, swimming, and bike rides with my friends. We also returned to the cottage for Labour Day weekend so I got to hang out with Oakley and all of his amazing woodland friends.


When I returned to school that fall, I excelled in all of my subjects, even science. Heck, I even won the school’s annual Science Fair. Yeah, I know. I’m just as surprised as you are. My summer with Oakley had really opened my eyes to the importance of science, the environment, and keeping the planet clean. I really didn’t think much about it before but now I wanted to learn as much as I could about the world around me. I’m sure Oakley would be very proud of me. I was his prized pupil.


The school year couldn’t end soon enough for me. The hands on the clock were moving ever so slowly and then finally It was 3 o’clock! No more school for two whole months! I was hoping that we’d be going to the cottage right away but my Dad had to work so we had to wait until mid-July. I couldn’t wait to show Oakley my trophy and tell him about the good grades I got including an A in Science. Once we arrived at the cottage I bolted into the woods to see Oakley. When I saw him something didn’t seem right. He looked frail and was starting to lose his leaves. His bark had gone from brown to gray. “Are you okay Oakley?” “I’m fine” he replied. But I knew he wasn’t telling the truth.


Oakley put on a brave face but I knew that he was really sick. I started to realize that this might be the last summer we got to spend together so I was determined to make the most of it. We talked a lot and shared jokes and stories. We even received a visit from the family of birds who had set up a nest on one of Oakley’s branches last summer. At times I felt like I was going to burst into tears but was able to keep my composure. This was all a part of nature. Nothing lives forever. Before I left to go home, I kissed Oakley and gave him a hug. Guess that made me a “tree hugger.” I don’t understand why that is viewed as a negative term. I think it’s actually quite sweet.


I wasn’t myself that summer. I was worried about Oakley. Even trees can get old and sick. My family headed back up north for the Labour Day weekend. I was anxious to see Oakley again but also prepared myself for the worst. I didn’t utter a word during the entire car ride. My family sang songs to help pass time on the long car ride but my heart wasn’t into it. When we arrived, I immediately headed to the woods. I was greeted by a sad looking squirrel and the cute bird family but no Oakley. The emotional squirrel handed me some acorns. “He said that you’d know what to do with these.” I stood there for a while and just stared at the acorn resting in the palm of my hand.


When spring rolled around, I planted the acorns. I watered them, tilled the soil, and made sure that they got all the nutrients they needed to help my tree grow. We had a mild spring so my little tree started to sprout rather quickly. I was so proud of myself. Even though he wasn’t there, I could feel Oakley looking over my shoulder, smiling in approval. Soon the little tree began to attract birds and other creatures. With time, love and patience on my side, I was going to grow the biggest and best tree in the whole wide world!


Even though it would be years before the tree would grow to the size of Oakley, I was happy with my “Baby Oakley.”  This time, it would be my turn to teach him everything I had learned about nature and science. It was the beginning of what was going to be a beautiful friendship. As a memento of my time with Oakley, I kept a leaf that had fallen from one of his branches. I would cherish that leaf as long as I lived.







Kaleidoscope: Short Stories for Kids

This is a collection of short stories for kids. Included are a story about a magical pen that feeds off of a young boy's imagination, a girl's relationship with nature and wise old tree, and a mysterious creature that washes up on shore only to be subjected to an onslaught of tourists wanting selfies. Also included is the story of a boy who doesn't like summer camp so he sneaks away from his campsite only to encounter the legendary Bigfoot. And finally there is a tale about the perfect kid. Harper is an amazing athlete and student but he seems a little too good to be true.

  • ISBN: 9781310238178
  • Author: Dan Mazur
  • Published: 2016-07-12 18:05:13
  • Words: 5892
Kaleidoscope: Short Stories for Kids Kaleidoscope: Short Stories for Kids