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Welcome to the 8th and last edition of the Stirling Kid’s Chronicle!

Thank you to everyone who participated! We enjoyed seeing and reading all your submissions over the summer. Prize winners will be contacted soon!

Welcome to the 7th edition of the Stirling Kid’s Chronicle! Each week through the summer we will be publishing the submissions we receive. To enter just send us a message on our Facebook page or email haley@stirlinglibrary.com. Please include your first name and age. Each submission gets entered into a draw to win a prize at the end of the summer!

This week’s prompt: If animals could talk what would you talk about?

 

If animals could talk what would you talk about?

William laughs… “ That’s silly mom. I don’t think we speak the same language. But would want to talk about Super Heroes.”

William- Age 5

 

For the next Kid’s Chronicle, submit your entries by Saturday, August 22nd. Use the following writing prompt or write or draw about anything you like!

Next week’s writing prompt:

What is the best thing about today?

Welcome to the 6th edition of the Stirling Kid’s Chronicle! Each week through the summer we will be publishing the submissions we receive. To enter just send us a message on our Facebook page or email haley@stirlinglibrary.com. Please include your first name and age. Each submission gets entered into a draw to win a prize at the end of the summer!

 

From Dana, age 9

Her favourite thing is to camp with friends and family!

 

From Kelsey, age 9

Her favourite thing is to make art! This is made of paper, felt and a googly eye!

 

For the next Kid’s Chronicle, submit your entries by Saturday, August 15th. Use the following writing prompt or write or draw about anything you like!

Next week’s writing prompt:

If animals could talk, what would you talk about?

Welcome to the 5th edition of the Stirling Kid’s Chronicle! Each week through the summer we will be publishing the submissions we receive. To enter just send us a message on our Facebook page or email haley@stirlinglibrary.com. Please include your first name and age. Each submission gets entered into a draw to win a prize at the end of the summer!

This week’s prompt: What is your favourite thing to do and why? Although we didn’t receive any submissions for this week’s prompt, we DID get some wonderful submissions for last week’s prompt, ‘IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS…’ Enjoy

“If I had a million dollars I would buy all the transformers. Then I would buy you some food mom because you like food. Right mom? I would get dado some new tools and that’s it.”

– William

Age 5

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by Kelsey Finch – age 9

 

 

For the next Kid’s Chronicle, submit your entries by Saturday, August 8th. Use the following writing prompt or write or draw about anything you like!

Next week’s writing prompt:

If you had 3 wishes what would they be?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Dana Finch age 9

 

 

 

Welcome to the 3rd edition of the Stirling Kid’s Chronicle! Each week through the summer we will be publishing the submissions we receive. To enter just send us a message on our Facebook page or email haley@stirlinglibrary.com. Please include your first name and age. Each submission gets entered into a draw to win a prize at the end of the summer!

This week’s prompt:

Describe or draw your dream house.

 

William, age 5

My dream home would be really big with lots of windows and a lot of rooms. I would have a swimming pool and a water slide with a trampoline, all the toys and lots of games to play. You and dado can live there too with Wallace and another cat because he needs a friend to play with.

 

Aubrey, age 4

My dream house would be a Barbie Dream house. It would be all pink with many rooms with bunk beds for all of my friends. It would have two big pools. My dream house would also be filled with lot’s of snacks like apple juice and chips

 

For the next Kid’s Chronicle, submit your entries by Saturday, July 25th. Use the following writing prompt or write or draw about anything you like!

Next week’s writing prompt:

If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?

Welcome to the 2nd edition of the Stirling Kid’s Chronicle! Each week through the summer we will be publishing the submissions we receive. To enter just send us a message on our Facebook page or email haley@stirlinglibrary.com. Please include your first name and age. Each submission gets entered into a draw to win a prize at the end of the summer!

This week’s prompt: I woke up one morning and I was a bird…

From William, age 5

From Alyssa, age 12

I woke up one morning and I was a bird. I wasn’t expecting it, of course. I had gone to bed normally, nothing different from my usual schedule. But the next day, I woke up in a little hollow in a pine tree. It was lined with down, and it felt comfortable, but it wasn’t home. I screeched wildly and darted backwards, only to find that my legs weren’t as sturdy as before. I flapped my arms about, but-no. Impossible. And yet, they were. My arms were wings.

I was a Barn Owl, Tyto Alba.

I took deep breaths and pulled myself together the best I could. But I started shaking with hysterical laughter. Me, an owl, my favourite bird? This was a large coincidence, one that could not be ignored.

And yet… how would it truly feel to fly? What noticeable changes would there be? I already had noticed that my hearing was much better than before, I could hear a mouse’s heart beating down on the forest floor. My night vision was better as well. I glanced down at my white chest, speckled with gray and black. My wings were a dark tawny colour, speckled with darker and lighter browns. Wings… wings that I could fly with.

I took a deep breath, and without a second thought, I jumped out of the hollow. I yelled out as I spiralled out of control, into the night. At the last second, I spread my wings out enough that they caught a gust of wind, and I glided along to safety.

Not safety though, I wasn’t a fully grown owl, and owlets have predators.

Oh great, so now I have to face raccoons and whatnot while I can scarcely control myself. I thought sarcastically.

I looked around, and sure enough, I saw two amber eyes staring at me through the darkness of the forest. I held my breath as they got closer, but there was no need.

“Hi!” Said a small Western Screech Owl, or Otus Kennicottii. “I’m Pine, what’s your name?”

Oh shoot, I thought, The name Avalynn will definitely not sound owlish…

“Um, Dusky.” I said thinking quickly.

“Hi Umdusky!” Pine said happily, his gray, white-streaked wings flapping excitedly.

“No, just Dusky.” I corrected, getting used to my owl name.

“Oh, okay.” The little owl said carelessly. “What are you doing here? You do realize that the hawks come here, right?”

“Hawks?” I said, alarm in my voice.

“Yeah, hawks.” Pine shrugged. “They’re looking for owlets like you and me…”

“Well what are you doing here then?” I said in shock at this owl’s calm, careless demeanour.

“Exploring!” Pine said excitedly. “I want to see the lake!”

“Lake?” I queried, cocking my head at him.

“Yes! I hear there are ot-” Whatever Pine was going to say next was drowned out by a fearsome screech. Two shadows, hawk shaped shadows, covered the little patch of sunlight that we were huddled in.

Oh no…

“Pine, fly!” I shrieked, flapping my wings desperately.

To my surprise, I was lifted into the air. I was flying. But Pine wasn’t.

“Dusky!” He screamed as talons sliced towards his delicate wings, tearing harmlessly through his gray plumage.

But if they got any closer, they would seriously injure the poor adventurous owlet.

I swooped downwards, only to be cut off by the other hawk. Suddenly, an idea formed in my head.

I swerved sideways. To my delight, the hawk followed me. I was smaller than he was, and although he was faster in open spaces, the forest was my domain.

He managed to keep up with me, just barely, as I squeezed in between branches and pine boughs.

As we were flying, I quickly ducked under a branch, narrowly missing it. The hawk was not so lucky. He dropped like a stone to the forest floor. He would be fine, I knew, he would just have a sizeable lump on his head when he woke up.

I hoped that Pine had been able to outmanoeuvre his opponent while I was gone, and to my immense relief, he had. He was darting back and forth between the branches of a juniper shrub as the hawk desperately jabbed, and missed.

“Pine! Grab onto me!” I shouted as I dove down, in between the hawk and Pine, and grabbed the owl in my talons.

I gasped at his weight. We wouldn’t be able to outrun the hawk like this. Or rather, outfly.

“Drop me! I’ll be fine!” Pine yelled to me.

“But-“

“Just do it!”

Reluctantly, I dropped him. As he started falling, I got ready to dive, but there was no need. He started flying, gliding with the boost I had given him.

We dove around the trees until we lost our foe.

Eventually, Pine led us to a hollow, the same one I had awoken in.

“This is my hollow. I don’t know who my parents are, so… I live here alone.” He said nervously.

“Oh, that must have been so hard for you…” I murmured sympathetically. “But… why did those hawks want us?”

“I don’t know Dusky, but whatever happens now, we’re friends.” He said confidently, looking at me warmly.

I grinned.

“Yes, we’re family now. And a life or death experience is all it took.”

“We’ll find out together.”

Yes, together. I thought, feeling strong. As family…

 

For the next Kid’s Chronicle, submit your entries by Saturday, July 18th. Use the following writing prompt or write or draw about anything you like!

Next week’s writing prompt:

Describe or draw your dream house.