wa 8 final

Purpose: to inspire us to act

Audience: Elementary School

Billy loved to play with his dog, Rover. He played with him before school after school and before he went to bed. Rover learned many tricks and it was Billy’s job to feed him. Rover was a big dog and only a few years old. He loved to run around outside and eat berries off trees. But sometimes he got sick from this.

One day when Billy came home from school Rover didn’t look healthy. He was lying in the grass and didn’t respond to anything Billy said. He must have eaten something bad for him. What could it be? Billy looked all over the yard until he found the reason for Rover’s behavior: litter. Billy thought Rover probably picked up some litter from the side of the road.

Billy took care of Rover that night but Rover still felt sick. So the next day, Billy’s mom took Rover to the vet. The vet said that Rover had swallowed a chicken bone, which had to be removed surgically. So Rover went through surgery to get the bone out. After surgery Rover felt a lot better and Billy was glad to have his dog back to health.

 

But Billy got to thinking: what could he do to prevent this? Billy and his mom came up with ideas like picking up trash on the road and encouraging people to throw their trash in trash cans not out the window.

Littering causes very bad things and it is important to keep our earth clean in every way. There are many ways for kids to get involved. Just do simple things like recycling and turning off the light when you leave the room. Everyone wants to enjoy nature, keep it clean!

wa 8 second

Purpose: to inspire us to actAudience: Elementary SchoolBilly loved to play with his dog, Rover. He played with him before school after school and before he went to bed. Rover learned many tricks and it was Billy’s job to feed him. Rover was a big dog and only a few years old. He loved to run around outside and eat berries off trees. But sometimes he got sick from this.

One day when Billy came home from school Rover didn’t look very good. He was lying in the grass and didn’t respond to anything Billy said. He must have eaten something bad for him. What could it be? Billy looked all over the yard until he found the reason for Rover’s behavior: litter. Billy thought Rover probably picked up some litter from the side of the road.

Billy took care of Rover that night but Rover still felt sick. So the next day, Billy’s mom took Rover to the vet. The vet said that Rover had swallowed a chicken bone which had to be removed surgically. So Rover went through surgery to get the bone out.After surgery Rover felt a lot better and Billy was glad to have his dog back to health. Billy got to thinking: what could he do to prevent this? Billy and his mom came up with ideas like picking up trash on the road and encouraging people to throw their trash in trash cans not out the window.

Littering causes very bad things and it is important to keep our earth clean. What can you do to help?

WA 8 first draft

Purpose: to inspire us to act
Audience: Elementary School

Billy loved to play with his dog, Rover. He played with him before school after school and before he went to bed. He taught him many tricks and it was Billy’s job to feed Rover. Rover was a big dog and only a few years old. He loved to run around outside and eat the berries off trees. Rover sometimes even got sick from this.

One day when Billy came home from school Rover didn’t look very good. He was laying in the grass and didn’t respond to anything Billy said. He must have eaten something bad for him. What could it be? Billy looked all over the yard until he found the culprit: litter. Billy thought Rover probably picked up some litter from the side of the road.

Billy took care of Rover that night but Rover still felt sick. So the next day, Billy’s mom took Rover to the vet. The vet said that Rover had swallowed a chicken bone which had to be removed surgically. So Rover went through surgery to get the bone out.

After surgery Rover felt a lot better and Billy was glad to have his dog back to health. Billy got to thinking: what could he do to prevent this? Billy and his mom came up with ideas like picking up trash on the road and encouraging people to throw their trash in trash cans not out the window.

Littering causes very bad things and it is important to keep our earth clean. What can you do to help?

WA 7 final

Adam was a journalist and photographer working for the local newspaper. Or at least he was for now. Last Tuesday his editor mentioned that his stories were flat and uninteresting. His editor suggested to him that he should find a more interesting topic, something more artistic and something that the local crowd didn’t know about or understand.

It was a Saturday and Adam’s deadline was in 10 hours. But procrastinating and working under pressure was something Adam did well. He had always worked up right to the deadline and then turned in his work. That was another reason why his editor didn’t like him. But this time it would be different.

Adam left his apartment and hopped on a bus going downtown. He got off where he got off every morning near his office. On a normal morning, he would turn right onto Main Street where he would walk for about four blocks to get to his office. For the fist couple of blocks, the street had a few big houses per block. There were always kids playing in the yards or waiting for the school bus with their parents. The last 2 blocks, closer to downtown, were filled up with office buildings. But that day wasn’t a work day so Adam decided to explore and continue strait.

The street narrowed and became quieter and darker. Strolling down the street Adam looked around and felt uncomfortable. The unkempt houses and messy trashed neighborhood made him feel insecure. Here, he was determined to find something interesting. He saw old abandoned buildings broken glass and dumpsters and he knew he was on a totally different track than usual.

He turned down an alley and saw a huge drawing on the building. Vandalism, he thought was such a terrible thing, why do people do that? What did it say? Adam backed up and looked at it again. He looked down the side of the building, covered in a graffiti mural. Bold colors stood out on the dull, cracking concrete building. Inch by inch foot by foot Adam inspected the mural. He looked at all the messages, illegible, obscene and the ones in various languages. He was inspired; there was a story behind each writing, symbol and scribble.

As he reached the end of the wall and looked at his watch, he was surprised to find out that it had already been two hours since he had left his apartment. Immediately he started worrying, he needed to get a good picture and subject soon. How silly he realized he was when he came back to his senses and realized a story was already written for him among the mural in front of him. It was an interpretive art form with such feeling behind it. This kind of art, most people saw and recognized as vandalism.

Adam returned home, feeling ahead of schedule for once, and developed his pictures. He sat down and poured out the story of his adventure. He looked at his photos, reinterpreted the drawings and fought on the side of the artists, like he was. Every form of art, he wrote, should be expressed freely and if this art required a wall then a wall should be available. He proposed the idea of a wall in a popular place downtown where people could draw what they wanted to.

When the article was published that week, many people started to look at graffiti in a different way and agreed about the idea of a public wall for graffiti. In a few months, sure enough there was a wall covered in graffiti and stories that anyone could enjoy.

WA 7 second

Adam was a journalist and photographer working for the local newspaper. Or at least he was for now. Last Tuesday his editor mentioned that his stories were flat and uninteresting. His editor suggested Adam should find a more interesting topic, something more artistic and something that the local crowd didn’t know about or understand.

It was a Saturday and Adam’s deadline was in 10 hours. But procrastinating and working under pressure was something Adam did well. Adam had always worked up right to the deadline and then turned in his work. That was another reason why his editor didn’t like him. But this time it would be different.

Adam left his apartment and hopped on a bus going downtown. He got off where he got off every morning near his office. But this time instead of turning left into the lovely neighborhood with nice houses and bright green lawns, he went straight onto a street he had never been on.

Strolling down the street Adam looked around and felt uncomfortable. The unkempt houses and messy trashed neighborhood made him feel insecure. Here, he was determined to find something interesting. He saw old abandoned buildings broken glass and dumpsters and he knew he was on a totally different track than usual.

He turned down an alley and saw a huge drawing on the building. Vandalism, he thought was such a terrible thing, why do people do that? What did it say? Adam backed up and looked at it again. He looked down the side of the building, covered in a graffiti mural. Bold colors stood out on the dull, cracking concrete building. Inch by inch foot by foot Adam inspected the mural. He looked at all the messages, illegible, obscene and the ones in various languages. He was inspired; there was a story behind each writing, symbol and scribble.

As he reached the end of the wall and looked at his watch, he was surprised to find out that it had already been two hours since he had left his apartment. Immediately he started worrying, he needed to get a good picture and subject soon. How silly he realized he was when he came back to his senses and realized a story was already written for him among the mural in front of him. It was an interpretive art form with such feeling behind it. This kind of art, most people saw and recognized as vandalism.

Adam returned home, feeling ahead of schedule for once, and developed his pictures. He sat down and poured out the story of his adventure. He looked at his photos, reinterpreted the drawings and fought on the side of the artists, like he was. Every form of art, he wrote, should be expressed freely and if this art required a wall then a wall should be available. He proposed the idea of a wall in a popular place downtown where people could draw what they wanted to.

When the article was published that week, many people started to look at graffiti in a different way and agreed about the idea of a public wall for graffiti. In a few months, sure enough, there was a wall covered in graffiti and stories that anyone could enjoy.

WA 7 rough

Adam was a journalist and photographer working for the local newspaper. Or at least he was for now. Last Tuesday his editor mentioned that his stories were flat and uninteresting. His editor suggested Adam should find a more interesting topic, something more artistic and something that the local crowd didn’t know about or understand.

It was a Saturday and Adam’s deadline was in 10 hours. But procrastinating and working under pressure was something Adam did well. He scheduled the first three hours to find an interesting topic. This time he took a different approach and decided to walk around the small town and hopeful be inspired by something. So Adam took the trolley downtown to a place like he did everyday to work. But this time when he got off the trolley, instead of turning right onto the road where houses were known to be expensive and spacious, he walked straight onto a small street he had never been on.

Strolling down the street Adam looked around and felt totally different from he usually did on the perpendicular street. He was uncomfortable, the unkempt houses and messy trashed neighborhood made him feel insecure. Here he was determined to find something interesting. Old abandoned buildings broken glass and dumpsters.

He was truly inspired when he turned down an alley and saw a huge drawing on the building. Vandalism, he thought was such a terrible thing, why do people do that? What did it say? Adam backed up and looked at it again. He looked down the side of the building, covered in a graffiti mural. Bold colors stood out on the dull, cracking concrete building. Inch by inch foot by foot Adam inspected the mural. He looked at all the messages, illegible, obscene and the ones in various languages. There was a story behind each writing, symbol and scribble.

As he reached the end of the wall and looked at his watch, he was surprised to find out that it had already been two hours since he had left his apartment. Immediately he started worrying, he needed to get a good picture and subject soon. How silly he realized he was when he came back to his senses and realized a story was already written for him among the mural in front of him. The interpretive art form with such feeling behind it. That which most people saw and recognized as vandalism.

Adam returned home, 30 minutes ahead of schedule for once and developed his pictures. He sat down and poured out the story of his adventure. He looked at his photos, reinterpreted the drawings and fought on the side of the artists, like he was. Every form of art, he wrote, should be expressed freely and if this art required a wall then a wall should be available. He proposed the idea of a wall in a popular place downtown where people could draw what they wanted to.

When the article was published that week, many people started to look at graffiti in a different way and agreed about the idea of a public wall for graffiti. In a few months, sure enough, there was a wall covered in graffiti and stories that anyone could enjoy.

WA 6 final

It was a cold night at the campsite and the wind made it hard to hear. But Bib could hear the front flaps whipping against each other. Bib got up and walked across the pitch black hut and outside into the night. He was attacked by the forceful wind and was almost knocked over. Slowly, Bib made his way to the fire and sat on a log, the wind at his back. Bib recognized the chief’s quiet but deep voice conversing with another man.

Bib sometimes felt that he was invisible. He would be with his tribe and no one would talk to him but Bib would stand around silently listening. In this way he found out useful information. So there he was warming himself up, unintentionally eavesdropping on the chief and a man that Bib deducted to be the head hunter.

“The animals have been disturbed by the Otahaff’s seasonal hunting trip that has just finished. So the surviving animals have migrated up towards the mountain.”

“So you are suggesting a hunting trip?”

“Yes I am, I hear from the oracle that this winter will be long and harsh. So before the animals go into hibernation, we should stock up on meat.”

“I agree. I will gather the best hunters of the tribe and prepare them for a hunting trip.”

This hunting trip was just another reminder to Bib about how he was a failure. The hunters were admired and praised for providing food. Bib knew he would never be a hunter for he could not see. He felt left out and disconnected from the rest of the tribe. He wasn’t allowed to do anything on his own.

On the day before the trip, the hunters prepared their bow and arrows and packed for a week in the wild. Bib sat near the hunters and helped out with random preparations. He was once asked to sharpen an arrow. Bib took the arrow in his hands and felt it. He imagined the feeling of this arrow piercing his heart. He heard the cheers of the hunters and the moaning of the animals. Bib felt angry. He hated the idea of hunting it made him jealous and weak at the same time.

The next morning, Bib followed the hunters into the woods. He wasn’t sure what the reason was for this but it made him feel good listening to the hunters whispering and be able to feel the excitement. Bib followed a good amount behind the hunters but he could easily hear where they were going. The paths seem to be well traveled and all Bib had to do was be quiet. Bib planned on following the hunters the whole time he would sleep near them and at night take some left over food.

Bib woke up in the middle of the night and silently made his way to the fire. He felt around for the basket of food. When he found it he reached in to see what he could find. After eating the leftovers, Bib quietly followed the warm air to the dying embers of the fire he sat there thinking. Why had he come on the trip he thought? What was he going to do? All Bib wanted was to fit in.


So later when Bib was making his was back to the hiding spot to wait for morning, he stepped on a piece of wood which Bib realized was a bow. He found an arrow nearby. Bib held these two things in his hands and sat down. After a few minutes of imagining himself shooting the arrow into an animal and being cheered on by the hunters he heard a noise. He jumped over a nearby rock and squatted there, bow and arrow in hand. He heard rustling of leaves and thumping on the ground. Bib suddenly was worried when he realized that he had left the food basket open. The whole forest of animals could probably smell the food. Then Bib heard the Indians waking up and realizing what danger they were in. Bib came out of his hiding spot- he had to help. Once in the view of the Indians, now angered with Bib as well as fearing the bear, Bib heard a load growl to the left of him. Then he heard feet pounding closer and closer to him. The thumps were shaking the ground and Bib could almost see where bear was. As he turned towards the bear he placed the image of the bear right in front of him and pulled back the string on the bow and much as he could then with a steady hand, released the arrow. Bib heard the arrow piercing the skin of the bear and felt a huge thump as the bear fell with a struggle.

Now his tribe was cheering as a few Indians surrounded the bear to finish killing the beast. No one seemed to notice the food basket being open for the tribe honored Bib and appreciated him for his services. Bib was brought back to the camp as a hero and even his mother who was angry with him leaving on the trip, was very proud of him. From that day on Bib was included in all of the hunting trips and designated as the look out boy and the boy who could sense the presence of animals.