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 "Bimli the Dwarf"

 (Our FEATURE STORY written by our very own budding author,Troy Snapdragon who is 8 years) old.

When the trumpets blare

And the swords clash

And soldiers dash in a flash

In the midst of spears

And arrows flying

Look to the south

To see my coming  

You will see

The tip of my axe

Coming over the horizon

Bimli was a dwarf.  He was not a pure Dwarf for he was very tall to be a pure Dwarf. He lived in a small country with his friends. His friend's names were Arogon, Gornag, Nagon, Nurun, Narin, Samar Semar and last of all Brimer, a dwarf like himself. He lived in a small cottage south of the little country. A river ran alongside off the little cottage right by the window. His house looked over a little slope with a forest to the left and a river to the right. Arogon was a man of twenty three.  Narin was an  elf of twenty. Semar and Samar were elves as well.  The rest, except Brimer, were men. A time came when a war broke out and his friends had to go, all except Brimer. The men and elves marched  away. Two years passed and they did not come back.  Finally Bimli could wait no longer so he and Brimer marched away and soon they came in site of the battle field. He could see the men and elves coming toward them. Bimli ran over and flung his arms around Arogon. Arogon lifted him off and said "the battle is not yet over,

Bimli." Bimli talked a little bit and then said,

"when the trumpets blare

And the swords clash

And soldiers dash in a flash

In the midst of spears

And arrows flying

Look to the south

To see my coming

You will see

The tip of my axe,

Coming over the horizon."

Then he left with Brimer. Arogon looked back and said "he means what he says, do not worry," and they left. They fought, and at eight a clock the trumpets did blare

And the swords did clash

And soldiers dashed in a flash

In the midst of spears

And arrows flying

He looked to the south

And saw Bimli coming, armed this time. Bimli came swinging his axe and Arogon stood amazed when he met Bimli.

                        -T.S.

 FEATURE STORY 2

The Saga of the War of Queen Helen of Sparta                                             

Part 2

My sincerest apologies for the delay…

A few months before these events, in Sparta Helen the fair was facing a difficult choice.  Suitors of every kind had gathered before her and were begging for her hand in marriage.  Before she made her choice, at the suggestion of Ulysses, who himself was one of her suitors, they all swore an oath that whoever she might choose, they would protect her from any harm if occasion arose.  At length she chose Menelaus and shortly afterward Ulysses married Penelope.  Meanwhile, under protection and guidance of Venus, Paris arrived in Sparta.  Again, with the aid of Venus he persuaded Helen to elope with him.  Afterward Helen declared that she did not love Paris and was yet attached to Menelaus but feared to encounter the wrath of Venus if she did not.  This is proved throughout the war for she often aided the Greeks. 

When Helen and Paris had successfully eloped and fled to Troy, Menelaus called on Ulysses and Helen’s previous suitors to fulfill their vows and attack Troy to rescue Helen. It is mentioned that Ulysses and Achilles were loath to fulfill their promises as Ulysses had settled peacefully with his wife and son and had no wish to involve himself in war, and the fate of Achilles had been revealed to Thetis, mother of Achilles.  Telling him that should he engage himself in warfare with the Trojans he would be slain, she persuaded him to remain behind.  Ulysses was at length condescended to join the army but Achilles fled to the court of King Lycomedes and disguised himself as a maiden.  Ulysses learned of his flight and followed him to the court of Lycomedes in the disguise of a merchant, selling feminine ornaments.  Among these trinkets he placed a few arms and noticed that Achilles in the disguise of a maiden, handled the arms and ignored the trinkets.  His concealment thus discovered Achilles likewise joined the army and became the greatest of the warriors.

Thus prepared, the Grecian forces set out to attack Troy.  They were gathered in great numbers; but Troy was no small enemy…

-written by Claudio Versiaan

DID YOU KNOW?

            -That the famous orator, Cicero, was murdered by Mark Antony?

            -R.C.

POET’S   CORNER

"Red Dawn"

Now for a Red Dawn,

Hope on the horizon,

Horns in the citadel,

Death to the hosts of Isen!

Now for a battle cry,

Now for the clash of swords,

Now let the trumpets blow!

Rohan marches forth!

            -Written by Rosemary Carastapasta

"Tell Him So"

If you hear a kind word spoken

Of some worthy soul you know

It may fill his heart with sunshine

If you only tell him so.

If a deed however humble,

Helps you on your way to go

Seek the one whose hand has helped you.

Seek him out and tell him so.

If your is touched and tender

Toward a sinner lost and low

It may help him to do better

If you kindly tell him so.

Oh! My brothers and my sisters!

As over life’s rough path you go

If God’s love has saved and kept you

Do not fail to tell men so.

                        -Author Unknown

"After The Battle"

            .

The face is lifeless,

The eyes but stare,

No heartbeat stirs the breast,

No wind can blow the hair.

Here is the reason for it:

This arrow ended his time,

Its shaft looks so familiar,

I wonder if it was mine.

            -R.C.

JOKES and RIDDLES ROOM

            -Thanks to Jocelyndixon for this wonderful joke!

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:

 "Take only ONE. God is watching."

 Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.

            -Thanks to Pevensiegirls for this one!

     Who Am I?

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                        -R.C.  

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                         -A.H. 

EVERYONE’S HELPFUL HINTS                   

- Will T.S. and M.A. please refrain from charging innocent, unarmed people while they are quietly going about their daily business?

- C.V, just a friendly reminder: er....um...are you kind of forgetting to fill the WATER TANK!  We are thirsty.

- A.H.

SPECIAL FEATURES

 I am reading the famous poem called Beowulf.  It is a thrilling account of a Viking warrior who fights some horrible monsters with his bare hands in order to save a kingdom. 

So many people have dissected this poem and analyzed it to death that J.R.R. Tolkien protested,saying that it just needs to be enjoyed as a poem.  He wrote the following to illustrate the way earlier critics had treated the Beowulf poet's work. But I think that the story can teach us other things as well.

"A man inherited a field in which was an accumulation of old stone, part of an older hall. Of the old stone some had already been used in building the house in which he actually lived, not far from the old house of his fathers. Of the rest he took some and built a tower. But his friends coming perceived at once (without troubling to climb the steps) that these stones had formerly belonged to a more ancient building. So they pushed the tower over, with no little labor, in order to look for hidden carvings and inscriptions, or to discover whence the man's distant forefathers had obtained their building material. Some suspecting a deposit of coal under the soil began to dig for it, and forgot even the stones. They all said: 'This tower is most interesting.' But they also said (after pushing it over): 'What a muddle it is in!' And even the man's descendants, who might have been expected to consider what he had been about, were heard to murmur: 'He is such an odd fellow! Imagine his using these old stones just to build a nonsensical tower! Why did not he restore the old house? He had no sense of proportion.' But from the top of that tower the man had been able to look out upon the sea."

                        -Contributed by R.C. and A.H.

It’s Good To Remember…

When asked what the purpose of life was, J.R.R. Tolkien responded in this way:

"…So it may be said that the chief purpose of life, for any one of us, is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all the means we have, and to be moved by it to praise and thanks. To do as we say in the Gloria in Excelsis: ‘. . . We praise you, we call you holy, we worship you, we proclaim your glory, and we thank you for the greatness of your splendor…’ in Daniel II. ‘PRAISE THE LORD . . . all mountains and hills, all orchards and forests, all things that creep and birds on the wing.'..and in moments of exaltation we may call on all created things to join in our chorus, speaking on their behalf, as is done in Psalm 148, and in The Song of the Three Children."

                        -contributed by R.C.