Sofia Writes

One night a kitten was found by a family. They named the kitten Wilbert. Wilbert was a calico and Siamese mixed breed. His coat was dark grey and had two different colored eyes. One morning Wilbert was wide awake in the garden stalking a bird. “What are you doing?” shouted the neighbor’s dog. “You scared the birds away!!” said Wilbert. “Sorry!” said the dog and he ran away.

Wilbert sighed, the family was going to go on vacation to London and he could not go. Wilbert ate his food and went outside to find squirrels. While on his search he got lost. Wilbert found himself in the forest. “This is scary!”, said Wilbert. Other cats in the forest were rough. Wilbert lived in the forest for a long time. Then finally, “Hey you!” a voice said as Wilbert was catching fish. It was another cat, a black one. “H-hi” said Wilbert. “The names Shadow, yours?” said the cat. “Wilbert” said Wilbert. “You know cats here are tough”. Shadow looked at Wilbert’s collar. “You don’t look tough…lets fight” the two cats fought until Wilbert got a scar.

“Meet me here tomorrow.” said Shadow. “I will teach you how to fight.” Wilbert learned the ways of a wild cat. He marked territory, made a bed out of grass and hay and learned how to hunt. Wilbert got older and wiser. Then Wilbert traveled a long way and found the city. “These streets look like home” he muttered. When he was about to walk into an alley way a cat stopped him. “Ya have an appointment with the boss?” said the cat. “No...” said Wilbert. “Well, scram then!” said the cat as he walked away.

Wilbert did not give up, he wanted to take over the territory. “Umm I actually have an appointment with the boss” said Wilbert. “Come on in” said the cat. At the dead end of the alley there was a cardboard box and in the box was a brown cat. “What do they call you?” said the cat. Wilbert thought, tough cat’s names are not like his so he changed his name. “Spike” he said. “My name is Jazz” said the cat . “My old owners liked jazz music.” Then Spike got out his claws, “I want to be leader!” he hissed. “Ahh I am the strongest cat in the city you will never defeat me!” said Jazz. Spike hissed as he said it then Spike swiped his claws at Jazz’s face. The old cat fought back slapping his tail into Spike’s face, Spike saw that Jazz was very old so he aimed his claws to Jazz’s lungs and his heart. The old cat dropped to the floor.

All the cats wanted a new leader for a long time they celebrated because they have a new leader. At the celebration the cat ate dead mice, old human food scraps and other yummy stuff. Spike was given Jazz’s old leaf collar, the collar Spike had was burned and eaten by the strongest cat in the clan. The cat’s greatest enemy were the dogs. Their leader was named Scarface, the cats feared the dogs and Scarface. While Spike ate some old human scraps an ambush began. The camp was covered with dogs! Scarface came to Spike the blood of his enemies dyed Scarface’s fur. Then Spike’s life flashed before his eyes, he was on the ground lying in the middle of the battle.

Spike barely opened his eyes when he realized he was on a vet table. “Hello little guy.” said the vet “You are all good, we are going to send you to the adoption center for animals.” Spike was too sleepy to hear though.

Spike opens his eyes again to see he was in a box. “Hello” said a voice. It was a hamster. “My name is Fluff, yours?” “Spike” said the tired cat. “Welcome to Pet Stuff!” said Fluff. “Better eat your food! You look hungry.”

Spike was hungry so he ate the cat kibble as fast as he could. “Awww look at this little kitty, he looks a lot like my old cat.” said a man at Spike. “My children would love you!” said the man. The man bought Spike and took him home.

“This house looks familiar.” said Spike.

“KITTY!!!” said a pair of twins. “He looks a lot like our old cat! Yeah he does!” “Wait...” thought Spike, “THIS IS MY FAMILY! MY HOME ! MY HUMANS!”

Then Spike jumped down and licked both twins. “IT’S WILBERT!” said the pair. “WILBERT WE MISSED YOU!” said the man. “I am happy to be home again!!” said Wilbert.

The end.

Mr. Scarecrow, Crow and the Almost Ruined Thanksgiving

Once upon a time, Mr. Scarecrow and Crow were making Thanksgiving dinner. Then crow went to pick some apples, but when he was picking the last apple, THE APPLES WERE GONE! Crow told Mr. Scarecrow, “I was picking apples at the orchard then the apples got stolen!”, said Crow.

It was sunset when they found the footprints. Good thing Mr. Scarecrow can identify footprints! “These look like turkey footprints!”, said Mr. Scarecrow. They followed the tracks. The tracks lead to a pile of hay, but the thief was gone! But there were more tracks leading to a river. Crow picked up Mr. Scarecrow and flew across the river. Then they saw turkey and asked turkey to surrender the apples.

The turkey said, “I just want to get rid of Thanksgiving ‘cause I don’t want to get eaten!” Then he surrendered the apples and asked to join their Thanksgiving. Crow agreed and all had Thanksgiving. (But did not eat turkey!)

The end.

The Box Fort

Hi! Today is the day I hide myself from the zombie apocalypse! I just got my last box from FedEx! It’s more boxes for my fort! I have learned to make a box fort when I was a kid. Oh I just found out the mailman is a zombie, I just gave him peanuts to cure him.

Day 2

I am in my closed box fort and my cat has ran away.

Day 3

The apocalypse is finally done!

Day 4

I opened a box from my fort and I got a new paintball gun!

The end.

P.S.

You can have my instant tacos.

(lions are scary)

Lewis was a lion. He was a strong and loyal lion but the animals did not trust him, all the zebras, elephants and birds did not trust him. Lewis sat in his cave wondering why the animals did not like him. Was it his sharp teeth, his claws that can chop wood in half or is it his big hairy mane that made him look like a monster? When Lewis asked all of the scared animals they would just run away. Lewis was always alone and being alone meant he had no friends. So Lewis stayed in his cave. Other animals felt relieved, others felt sad for Lewis. When animals went inside his dark, dark cave they would not come back. Until another lion came, it was his brother Leo who was traveling to the southern part of Africa.

To be continued...

Once upon a time in donut land, there was a donut egg. The donut egg was covered in sprinkles and chocolate sauce! The donut people took care of the egg, but one day the egg hatched into a baby donut dragon. The donut chief took care and raised the donut dragon. The donut tribe called the donut dragon their tribe guardian. Other tribes had tribe guardians, the Sprinkle Tribe had the Donut Eagle. The donut dragon’s tribe was the Chocolate Tribe. Their worst enemy was called the Strawberry Tribe. The Chief of that tribe had a pet who was the guardian, it was the almighty Donut Serpent. The Strawberry Tribe challenged the Chocolate Tribe to a duel. The Donut Dragon and the Donut Serpent stepped into the battle ring, the Donut Serpent was a water donut so it was covered in chocolate sauce. The clever Donut Dragon tried to lean over to the Donut Serpent so he can rub a little of the chocolate off, but it didn’t work! So the Donut Dragon had to use his special move, his Super Growl! He huffed and puffed and he ROARED!!! All of the chocolate came off the serpent! He could not get it back and so the Strawberry Tribe lost and the Chocolate Tribe celebrated!

The end.