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KIDS W ORLD PHONE 243-2611 FAX 243-3121 When kids speak out, The Sentinel listens The Sentinel at www.cumberlink.com Tuesday • April 10, 2012 — D1 Tell Me A Story I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard .... Kids Speak Out W ANT T O SEE Y OUR NAME HERE? Hey, kids! How would you like to get your story published in Kids Speak Out? Just write a short story on one of our prompts and send it to The Sentinel. You can also draw a picture to go with your story. Each week, The Sentinel will publish some of the stories we receive in KidsWorld and on www.cumberlink.com. Only the top three essay writers, published on this page, will receive KidsWorld T-shirts. To claim T-shirts, visit The Sentinel during normal business hours. You must be 5 to 13 years old to enter. Stories must be 150 words or less. Be sure to include your full name, age, address, school and grade. Mail your entry to “Kids Speak Out,” The Sentinel, 457 E. North St., Carlisle, PA 17013, drop it off at either Sentinel office or mail it to frontdoor@cumber- link.com with the subject “KidsWorld.” How you can get involved with Kids Speak Out Upcoming Topics Due April 13 My favorite pet is... Due April 20 I was visiting the moon when.... Due April 27 I was cooking dinner for my family when... Due May 4 I was held prisoner on a pirate ship and ... Due May 11 I was spending the day at grandma’s house when ... ADAPTED BY AMY FRIEDMAN ILLUSTRATED BY JILLIAN GILLILAND Once upon a time in Sweden there lived a farmer, Dag, and his wife, Carolina. Their farm was one of the finest in the land. People said the milk from their cows produced more cream than anyone else’s milk; their milk tasted fresher than any other milk. No matter the weather, no matter the light, no matter the time of year, Dag and Carolina’s barn was filled with fresh hay. Their cows and chickens were fat and happy. In every way their farm flourished, and Dag and Carolina, grateful for their good fortune, were kind and generous to all. Naturally, people talked of this good fortune. The farm had been in Dag’s family for many generations and was al- ways the most prosperous in the land. And so people said they had a tomte at work, a tomte who had been working on the farm ever since Dag’s great-great-great-grandfather’s time. No one had ever seen him, of course. People seldom do, for tomtes like to work in solitude. But Dag and Carolina were careful to leave gifts for the tomte — a bowl of porridge at Christmas, coins and cakes at other times of the year. This is what tradition demanded. “Never offend a tomte,” Dag’s grandfather had always said. “If you do, he’ll leave the house, or he will begin to make mischief. He’ll tie the cows’ tails together; he’ll spill the milk; he’ll break all the hens’ eggs.” As time passed, Dag became more and more curious about their tomte. He was grateful for their prosperity, but he could not stop thinking how much he would like to see the fellow, at least once. One morning as he sat down to breakfast, he said to Carolina, “Our tomte must be ancient, don’t you think?” She was just taking a loaf of fresh bread out of the oven, and as she carried it to the table, she said, “We’ll never know. We mustn’t disturb him. Remember: They’re easily offended.” “Ah, yes,” Dag sighed, “but surely just one glimpse wouldn’t hurt.” Carolina smiled. She knew her husband well, and she understood that once he had a notion in his head, he would not let it go. As the days passed, they spoke again and again of the tomte. Finally one morning Carolina said, “Perhaps you could sneak into the barn at night and wait to see if he comes. Only promise me that you will be quiet.” “I promise!” Dag said. So that very evening, he dressed in warm clothes — it was early spring, and the nights still were cold — and hurried out to the barn. There, he climbed into the loft and hid. For a long, long time the barn was very quiet, and Dag snuggled into the hay to keep warm. He struggled to keep his eyes open and was beginning to fall asleep when sud- denly he heard a whoosh of wind. The barn door opened a crack. Dag peered out of the loft and saw a tiny man with wild gray hair and a long gray beard walk into the barn and set to work. Dag noticed the poor fellow’s clothes were tattered and the cap upon his head might once have been a bright red, but was now faded to a pale pink. As Dag watched, the tomte set to work cleaning out the stable, brushing the horse, stacking the hay. He worked so fast; Dag could barely see what he did. And then, just before dawn, he was gone. Dag hurried to the house to tell Carolina of the little man. “It’s true!” he cried. “He works like a whirlwind, but it’s very sad: He looks like a beggar. His clothes are so old, they must be from great grandfather’s day.” “We’ll make him a new suit!” Carolina said. “That is one way we can thank him.” She set to work, using the finest fabric and thread she could find. Two days later the suit was done — a nice blue suit with a fine red cap to go with it. Carolina wrapped it and Dag carried it out to the barn. He left it inside the stable door and climbed into the loft to hide. Once again at midnight Dag heard a whoosh of wind. The barn door opened and in walked the tomte. When he saw the package, his eyes lit up with delight and he quickly opened it. “A new suit!” he cried, and Dag’s heart filled with joy, for the tomte sounded so happy. But he set it down and went to work, cleaning the stables until they were cleaner than they had ever been, brush- ing the horse until he gleamed. He milked the cows, fed the chickens and hens, stacked the hay, and when he was fin- ished, he took off his tattered clothes and dressed up in his brand-new suit. And then, to Dag’s amazement, the tomte walked to each of the animals one by one and whispered something in each animal’s ear. When he was finished, he ran to the door and turned once more. “Farewell, my friends!” he said. “Now that I’m a gen- tleman, I’ll have no need to work!” From that night on, the tomte did not return, but Dag and Carolina did not despair. They were grateful for the memory of the tomte. So they continued being generous, while their farm continued to prosper. The Tomte’s New Suit A Swedish tale I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard so I faint- ed. I woke up to it licking my face, so I kept it as a pet. The only problem is I had to find a giant leash. Landon Switzler, 9 (Winner) Highland Elementary School Third Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. It was a Rileyrex. It looked like me and that was cool. So I named him Mega Riley. He liked everything i did. It was awesome. Then one day, my brother Ricky came with his dinosaur Rickyrex and we had the best time ever. Riley Macintyre, 9 (Winner) Mt. Holly Elementary School Fourth Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. He just came out of a time machine. I told my mom. She called a S.W.A.T. team. They came and said, “There was noth- ing in the backyard.” So I went outside, I saw a T-rex on the roof! He jumped off the roof and landed on the time machine, but for some reason he had a name tag on him. It said Mudge. So my dad made a time machine for him but it blew up! So I let him run away and I never saw him again. One hundred years later, I went to a museum. Then I saw a T-rex with a bow and arrow in his back. I saw a name tag that said Mudge! Jackson Borowitz, 8 Hillside Elementary School Second Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. I didn’t know what to do. I went outside. I tried to run but he just kept coming towards me. I screamed and said, “Ahhh!” I ran down the street, the dinosaur was crushing people’s houses. The people were chasing after the dinosaur. Fi- nally three airplanes and ten vans crashed into him and he fell over. We were all safe! Ashley Dieffenbach, 7 Hillside Elementary School Second Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. He wrecked my stuff in my backyard even my play- ground. The dinosaur wrecked everything in my backyard. The dinosaur ate me up and then I fell out of his mouth. I went in the house and took a bath and then I went back outside and then he ate me again and then I went back inside and took a bath again. I went back outside and wrecked my house and the threw me out of the yard. Kaylin, 7 Shaull Elementary School First Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard and he was green and big and eating my swing set! I got so angry that I went outside and said, “You old dinosaur! You stop eat- ing my swing set!” The dinosaur cried and was on his way when I yelled, “Wait!” He looked back and I said, “You can stay at my house tonight!” The dinosaur was overjoyed. So, the next morning we had cereal and orange juice and watched TV and he became my pet! Madison Wert, 7 Red Mill Elementary School First Grade I saw a dinosaur in my backyard! It was as big as two cars! So I decided to spy on it. And I got my brother up and we spied on it. I also told my dad! He was pretty surprised for sure! So my dad called the police officers! They came right away! They shot bullets at him. Then he went to the woods. And then the police left. So, it’s mommy came! So, we called the police again! So, the dinosaurs left earth! And they never returned again! William, 7 Shaull Elementary School First Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard and screamed for help, but it turns out it was just a projection screen showing a dinosaur. Jaden Henline, 9 Fishing Creek Elementary School Fourth Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard when he ate my big brother Ean! I was so scared I cried my eyes out of my head! My dad went out and tried to stop the dino- saur from eating everyone in my family. But, he just ate dad. So, me and mom went in the basement and hid under the staircase because the dinosaur broke into our house. I was so scared I screamed while I was crying. We had to sit on wood because our basement is not finished. There’s not even a bathroom in our basement! There’s onl y some trash, some bugs, some toys and a lot of other stuff. Cora Morrison, 6 Shaull Elementary School First Grade I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. So I hopped on its back and said, “Go dinosaur go!” So he ran with his four legs as fast as he could run. He stopped. I let my friends on and it was very fun! But my friends had to go back to their houses so my dinosaur and me said good- bye to them. Then my friends walked back to their houses. But my dinosaur and I played around. Then the next morning, he was not there. Ava Hunt, 7 Newville Elementary School First Grade

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Tell Me A Story

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my backyard....

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Once upon a time in Sweden there lived a farmer, Dag, and his wife, Carolina. Their farm was one of the finest in the land. People said the milk from their cows produced more cream than anyone else’s milk; their milk tasted fresher than any other milk. No matter the weather, no matter the light, no matter the time of year, Dag and Carolina’s barn was filled with fresh hay. Their cows and chickens were fat and happy. In every way their farm flourished, and Dag and Carolina, grateful for their good fortune, were kind and generous to all.

Naturally, people talked of this good fortune. The farm had been in Dag’s family for many generations and was al-ways the most prosperous in the land. And so people said they had a tomte at work, a tomte who had been working on the farm ever since Dag’s great-great-great-grandfather’s time. No one had ever seen him, of course. People seldom do, for tomtes like to work in solitude. But Dag and Carolina were careful to leave gifts for the tomte — a bowl of porridge at Christmas, coins and cakes at other times of the year. This is what tradition demanded.

“Never offend a tomte,” Dag’s grandfather had always said. “If you do, he’ll leave the house, or he will begin to make mischief. He’ll tie the cows’ tails together; he’ll spill the milk; he’ll break all the hens’ eggs.”

As time passed, Dag became more and more curious about their tomte. He was grateful for their prosperity, but he could not stop thinking how much he would like to see the fellow, at least once. One morning as he sat down to breakfast, he said to Carolina, “Our tomte must be ancient, don’t you think?”

She was just taking a loaf of fresh bread out of the oven, and as she carried it to the table, she said, “We’ll never know. We mustn’t disturb him. Remember: They’re easily offended.”

“Ah, yes,” Dag sighed, “but surely just one glimpse wouldn’t hurt.”

Carolina smiled. She knew her husband well, and she understood that once he had a notion in his head, he would not let it go. As the days passed, they spoke again and again of the tomte. Finally one morning Carolina said, “Perhaps you could sneak into the barn at night and wait to see if he comes. Only promise me that you will be quiet.”

“I promise!” Dag said.So that very evening, he dressed in warm clothes — it was

early spring, and the nights still were cold — and hurried out to the barn. There, he climbed into the loft and hid.

For a long, long time the barn was very quiet, and Dag snuggled into the hay to keep warm. He struggled to keep his eyes open and was beginning to fall asleep when sud-denly he heard a whoosh of wind. The barn door opened a crack. Dag peered out of the loft and saw a tiny man with wild gray hair and a long gray beard walk into the barn and set to work. Dag noticed the poor fellow’s clothes were tattered and the cap upon his head might once have been a bright red, but was now faded to a pale pink. As Dag watched, the tomte set to work cleaning out the stable, brushing the horse, stacking the hay. He worked so fast; Dag could barely see what he did.

And then, just before dawn, he was gone.Dag hurried to the house to tell Carolina of the little man.

“It’s true!” he cried. “He works like a whirlwind, but it’s very sad: He looks like a beggar. His clothes are so old, they must be from great grandfather’s day.”

“We’ll make him a new suit!” Carolina said. “That is one way we can thank him.”

She set to work, using the finest fabric and thread she could find. Two days later the suit was done — a nice blue suit with a fine red cap to go with it. Carolina wrapped it and Dag carried it out to the barn. He left it inside the stable door and climbed into the loft to hide.

Once again at midnight Dag heard a whoosh of wind. The barn door opened and in walked the tomte. When he saw the package, his eyes lit up with delight and he quickly opened it.

“A new suit!” he cried, and Dag’s heart filled with joy, for the tomte sounded so happy.

But he set it down and went to work, cleaning the stables until they were cleaner than they had ever been, brush-ing the horse until he gleamed. He milked the cows, fed the chickens and hens, stacked the hay, and when he was fin-ished, he took off his tattered clothes and dressed up in his brand-new suit.

And then, to Dag’s amazement, the tomte walked to each of the animals one by one and whispered something in each animal’s ear.

When he was finished, he ran to the door and turned once more. “Farewell, my friends!” he said. “Now that I’m a gen-tleman, I’ll have no need to work!”

From that night on, the tomte did not return, but Dag and Carolina did not despair. They were grateful for the memory of the tomte. So they continued being generous, while their farm continued to prosper.

The Tomte’s New Suit

A Swedish tale

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard so I faint-ed. I woke up to it licking my face, so I kept it as a pet. The

only problem is I had to find a giant leash.Landon Switzler, 9 (Winner)Highland Elementary School

Third Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. It was a Rileyrex. It looked like me and that was cool. So I named

him Mega Riley. He liked everything i did. It was awesome. Then one day, my brother Ricky came with his dinosaur

Rickyrex and we had the best time ever.Riley Macintyre, 9 (Winner)

Mt. Holly Elementary SchoolFourth Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. He just came out of a time machine. I told my mom. She called a S.W.A.T. team. They came and said, “There was noth-ing in the backyard.” So I went outside, I saw a T-rex on the roof! He jumped off the roof and landed on the time

machine, but for some reason he had a name tag on him. It said Mudge. So my dad made a time machine for him but it blew up! So I let him run away and I never saw him again. One hundred years later, I went to a museum. Then I saw

a T-rex with a bow and arrow in his back. I saw a name tag that said Mudge!

Jackson Borowitz, 8Hillside Elementary School

Second Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. I didn’t know what to do. I went outside. I tried to run but he just kept coming towards me. I screamed and said, “Ahhh!” I ran down the street, the dinosaur was crushing people’s houses. The people were chasing after the dinosaur. Fi-

nally three airplanes and ten vans crashed into him and he fell over. We were all safe!

Ashley Dieffenbach, 7Hillside Elementary School

Second Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. He wrecked my stuff in my backyard even my play-ground. The dinosaur wrecked everything in my

backyard. The dinosaur ate me up and then I fell out of his mouth. I went in the house and took a bath and

then I went back outside and then he ate me again and then I went back inside and took a bath again. I went

back outside and wrecked my house and the threw me out of the yard.

Kaylin, 7Shaull Elementary School

First Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard and he was green and big and eating my swing set! I got so angry that I went outside and said, “You old dinosaur! You stop eat-ing my swing set!” The dinosaur cried and was on his way when I yelled, “Wait!” He looked back and I said, “You can

stay at my house tonight!” The dinosaur was overjoyed. So, the next morning we had cereal and orange juice and

watched TV and he became my pet!Madison Wert, 7

Red Mill Elementary SchoolFirst Grade

I saw a dinosaur in my backyard! It was as big as two cars! So I decided to spy on it. And I got my brother up and we spied on it. I also told my dad! He was pretty surprised for sure! So my dad called the police officers! They came right away! They shot bullets at him. Then he went to the

woods. And then the police left. So, it’s mommy came! So, we called the police again! So, the dinosaurs left earth!

And they never returned again!William, 7

Shaull Elementary SchoolFirst Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard and screamed for help, but it turns out it was just a projection

screen showing a dinosaur.Jaden Henline, 9

Fishing Creek Elementary SchoolFourth Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard when he ate my big brother Ean! I was so scared I cried my eyes out of my head! My dad went out and tried to stop the dino-saur from eating everyone in my family. But, he just ate

dad. So, me and mom went in the basement and hid under the staircase because the dinosaur broke into our house. I was so scared I screamed while I was crying. We had to

sit on wood because our basement is not finished. There’s not even a bathroom in our basement! There’s onl y some

trash, some bugs, some toys and a lot of other stuff.Cora Morrison, 6

Shaull Elementary School First Grade

I woke up and saw a dinosaur in my backyard. So I hopped on its back and said, “Go dinosaur go!” So he ran with his four legs as fast as he could run. He stopped. I let my friends on and it was very fun! But my friends had to

go back to their houses so my dinosaur and me said good-bye to them. Then my friends walked back to their houses.

But my dinosaur and I played around. Then the next morning, he was not there.

Ava Hunt, 7Newville Elementary School

First Grade

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Meet Author Jack Gantos

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Newbery Medal for “Dead End in Norvelt.” He has written more than

Pigza Loses Control.” This book won a Newbery Honor Book award.The birth of his writing

want to become a writer: reading and his family of storytellers. “When I read a good book, it sort of infected me. It took me over,” he said. “Books really stuck with me. I was aware of this as a young boy. “I didn’t come from a literary*family, but from a family of good talkers and storytellers. People who talked well were always listened to and given a certain elevated status.” When he was in elementary school, he said, “I started to take stabs at writing.”* “Literary” means related to literature, or books.

Some favorites Color: orange Children’s books: “That’s a tough one to call. A picture book by Laurie Keller called ‘Arnie the Doughnut,’ that’s a great book, a classic. ‘The

Selden) has everything in it you’ve ever wanted in a book. You’re in love with that book from the first sentence. Or ‘Wind in the Willows’ (by Kenneth Grahame). I love Toad. That’s one of the great ones.”

Keeping a journal When he was in elementary school,

Because he wanted to keep his private writing secret in middle school, he made matchbox diaries. He said: “I would take matchboxes, throw the matches away, and cut little pieces of paper to slide into the matchbox. Kids would see me messing with matches, and I looked more like a firebug than a writer.” By high school, nobody cared that he was writing in a journal. He urges all kids to journal. “The journal is kind of a paper mirror,” he said. “When you take the time to write, you take the time to reflect.”

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Jack Gantos, 60, and his wife, Anne Lower, have a 15-year-old daughter, Mabel. Anne works in public relations. They have two cats and live in Boston.

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“Dead End in Norvelt” is based on true stories in Jack’s own life. Jack is dreaming of his summer vacation when he gets “grounded for life.” But that punishment turns into a wild, fun adventure.

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In the chapter book “Rotten Ralph Helps Out,” the mischievous cat “helps” his friend Sarah with her school project on ancient Egypt, making many messes.

Advice to kids “All kids need to have a bookshelf in their bedroom dedicated to them and their favorite books so that they can see them and pass them like friends, every day of their lives.”

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In “Joey Pigza Swallowed the Key,” Joey can’t sit still and can’t pay attention. He keeps trying to do the right thing, but things keep going wrong.

The John Newbery Medal is awarded each year to the author of the most outstanding children’s book.

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Supersport: Hunter MahanHeight: 5-11 Birthdate: 5-17-82Weight: 175 Grew up: in Texas As the pro golf season swings into spring, more fans than ever will be following Hunter Mahan around the courses. By defeating renowned Rory McIlroy in the suspenseful World Championship

Match Play finals, Mahan became “The Man” of golf in February. A former All-American at Oklahoma State, Mahan has captured four

He also is famous for his swinging, swaying role on “Golf Boys,” a YouTube video. Using his golfing fame, he supports several charities, some of which help military families, the medical field and junior golf. Mahan isn’t the only celebrity in his house. His wife, Kandi, is a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.

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