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by Christine, first grader

My Grannie opened the shower curtain. There was a frog. She screamed. It was loud. I said, “What’s wrong?” It was Tuesday. I had to catch the frog. When I caught it. I had to throw the frog. It was a cool frog. It was green. My Grannie was too loud. It was a poison frog. I don’t know why my Grannie said that

Time to finally revive Children of the Future, my long languishing archive of bizarre stories by grade school children taken from their class websites. Here's a classic essay from the old site by Jeremiah:

My Possibility of imagining is to imagine my aunt being married to The Rock (a famous pro-wrestler). If they get married, the Rock will be my new uncle. My aunt likes the Rock.

My aunt has a lot of Rock collections. She has her own room that is covered with the Rock. She has the Rock Book, blanket, magazine, Valentines Cards taped to her mirror, posters, a poster that she made of the Rock, a Rock necklace, Rock shirt, the bramo bull tattoo that the Rock has, and a lot of other stuff that I can’t even name.

On July of 1998 my aunt, 5 of my cousins, and I went to the arena to see the Rock, wrestle just for my aunt to see. My cousins and I were wearing wrestling shirts. My aunt was wearing her jump suit.

Every Thursday at 7:30pm my aunt hop’s in the shower to get washed up for the Rock on smack down at 8:00pm. She puts on her Rock pajamas and gets ready for the Rock. She makes her own sign that says
MY SEAT ISN"T ANY GOOD! You know when you’re at home and not at the smack down.

In conclusion, you should see my aunt’s room and her self to believe it. So what do you think about my paper? Can ya smell what the Rock is cookin!

from Ms. Buck's 2nd grade

Once there was a bush that looked like a dog. Then one day there was a boy. His name was Zack. He saw the bush. Then he called his friends. So they came. He said do you see what I see? They said, yes. He said do you see a bush that looks like a dog? They said, yes. Then they went home.

by Candace

It all started when I went into bed. I heard someone yell across the street over the thunder. Although it was loud, I heard light screaming in the distance. It sounded as if it was a girl.

Suddenly, I heard someone yell help. I dashed out of bed. I put on my raincoat and hat and boots. I ran a far distance and looked through a window. There all it was the stabbing of the runaway stabber. His clothes were dark black.

“You nasty old critter, I got you now!” I said.

“Hey, son, I heard there was a stabbing.” said the police captain.

“ Yes, sir, there is, up the hall and to the bedroom.”

“ Thanks, son,”

“Yep.” I answered. “ Man, they’re fast.” I thought to myself.

“Son, do you know how to dust for fingerprints?”

“ Yes, sir .”

“You do?”said the chief.

“It’s a cool mystery. Let’s get back on the story. As I was going to say... Hey! Here it is!”

“Lifeguard, lifeguard,” said Fred.

“Lifeguard? What is that?”

“That is someone who saves someone’s life. We’re dealing with police.

“Hey, son did you say you know how to dust for fingerprints?

“Yes, sir I do.”

“Good, you found out who the stabber is.”

“The stabber is Mr. Wattigin.” I said.

The End