Writing Contest Winners 2014 — 3rd and 4th Grades
Congratulations to the following 3rd and 4th grade winners of the “PHB” Homeschool Writing Contest!!!
1st Place: Vivian, a traditional homeschooler in Grade 3 from Lansdale, PA for the story entitled “Shelter Troubles”. Vivian’s wonderful winning story is reprinted below.
2nd Place: Charlotte, a traditional homeschooler in Grade 4 from Thomasville, NC, for the story entitled “Grapple the Cat and Evil Catsten”.
3rd Place: Isabella, a traditional homeschooler in Grade 4 from Coppell, TX, for the story entitled “A Wonderful Secret”.
The winners have been notified and will be receiving their prizes from the sponsors shortly.
Special thanks to all the students who participated! You did a fantastic job! We can tell that you all worked very hard. I hope to host more writing contests in the future. Please try again!
Special thanks to the following Sponsors who helped make this contest possible:
- The Institute for Excellence in Writing
- Peace Hill Press &
- Silver Lining Press
Special thanks also to the panel of judges who worked to select the winners:
- Marlene Bagnull
- Pam Halter
- Michelle Lofton
- Rosario Cintron
- Julia Melone &
- Kay Ben-Avraham
As promised, following is a reprint of Vivian’s fantastic winning story:
I looked around, but I realized with a sudden dread there was no way out. I was trapped!
You see, it all started out when I was hunting in the woods one day. It was my morning meal, and I was hungry. It was snowing; birds were scarce. I was looking for bugs or possibly a nest with chicks in it, but the only things I found were a few measly flies and millipedes. Of course, it would hold me off for the morning. I don’t have a big appetite; I can hunt fairly well without getting too skinny. I have claws like needles and teeth like daggers — I am a wildcat.
You might be wondering how I was raised. Both my mother and my father were wildcats, but my father died right after my birth. Yes, I do have siblings, but I do not need to mention their names right now.
For a bed, my mother scraped leaves into a large, flattish pile on the ground, usually under a tree. Dead leaves that had fallen from the trees were best for making beds like these, but they were not always available. When we were old enough she taught us how to make these beds and how to hunt. But she wasn’t like other mothers and widows that would be house pets. She was tough. She did mourn over my father’s death, but not for very long.
Like I was saying before, the day was gloomy. Everywhere I looked I saw white, white, and more white. I learned to not mind walking through snow, rain, and dew. All wildcats learned to do that. I jumped onto a branch on a tree and climbed up. I peeked into a bird’s nest, but it was empty. I sighed. Then I leaped down and sat in the snow. Little did I know what was ahead of me and that it would change my life forever.
As I trudged though the cold snow, I felt the presence of another creature behind me. A car had driven up and screeched to a halt at the corner. No cars ever drove in the winter time! The streets were sheathed in ice. As I sat wondering about this, I felt arms grab me.
I was shoved into a cage and driven away in the car. Never had I experienced this before! I clawed at my cage, meowing, but no one let me out. I looked around, but I realized with a sudden dread there was no way out. I was trapped!
Soon the car stopped at a big shelter. I could hear dogs barking and parakeets screeching as someone brought me into the shelter. I was put into a different cage, one that was clear plastic.
I was scared. I didn’t know where I was. Hours went by as I sat in my small cage. There were two dogs next to me, barking and howling their heads off. I tried asking them where I was.
“Hey, you dog, over here!” I said. The dog turned his head toward me.
“What do you want?” the dog asked.
“I want to know where I am!” I hissed.
“Oh, you’re in a pet shelter. People come and take you home.”
“People?” I wondered aloud. I didn’t know much about people. But before the dog could explain to me why people were going to take me away, the lights were switched off. I heard a bell ring and the sound of keys locking something. I was locked in the shelter at night!
I freaked out. No one was going to bring me out of here! I was stuck for a whole night with only little nuggets as food. Did they expect me to eat these? They didn’t have meat in them! They were hard and unappetizing things. I would rather starve than eat these!
Soon all the barking ceased. The tweeting and screeching stopped. Everyone one was asleep! How I longed for one of those colorful parakeets right across from my cage! I soon found myself getting quite drowsy. I yawned and fell asleep on my hard little carpet that was at the bottom of my cage.
The next morning the whole shelter was alive again. People swarmed the shelter. Some people bought fish and parakeets, and occasionally a cat or a dog. No one wanted me. I wondered if it was because of the little sign that was stuck on my cage. I soon found what it meant.
A little kid and his mom came up to me. The little kid pointed to me. The mom read the sign aloud. “Not up for adoption. This cat is not neutered.” She led the kid away from me.
After a few days of waiting patiently in my cage, I was taken out of it and driven to a veterinary clinic. They brought me in and set me on a while little desk. The entire room was white! There were scary machines all around. It had a funny smell. I was getting nervous. So just as a vet walked in, off I zoomed!
I leaped off the counter, skidded out the door, and stopped when I saw pets and people everywhere. I ran down the stairs, under people’s legs, until I was at the bottom floor of the clinic. I looked around frantically. Where should I go? What should I do? I spotted a door that led to outside. I crouched down and ran under the chairs that people were waiting in. There were screams, and just as a person opened the door, I was out!
I was free! I am now more careful around cars and I rarely interact with people anymore. Yes, sometimes I have to move from bed to bed, and yes, sometimes I have a struggle finding food, but for the most part, being a wildcat is better than being a house cat!
I am a wild cat, and the first cat ever to escape a visit to the vet!
Posted by Gwen Fredette on December 11th, 2014