Heart dissection

As part of our study of health and the human body the Narwhals dissected hearts under the direction of two of our doctor parents, Dr.and Dr. Khan. They got a detailed lecture on how the heart works and how to keep it healthy and then an opportunity to see all the parts of the heart during the dissection.

Short Stories

After studying short stories and reading many by famous authors the Narwhals tried their hand at their own, here are a few of them.

The Key, The Knife, And The Book

By: G.H.

There once was a boy named Hugo.  Hugo loved to invent and create new things. He lived in South Dakota and had a good size house which he shared with his father. His father was muscular and many a time came home in a bad mood- probably a result of his service in WWII-. Sometimes he came home from the nearby tavern smelling funny and in an especially horrible mood compared to his other “temper tantrums” as Hugo called them. He wanted a way to keep from getting in his father’s way, once he threatened to cut off Hugo’s hair with the hatchet he kept in the back of the house in the shed. For that reason he liked to play in the field, free from his father’s heckling and occasional attacks for things like forgetting to clean his room, and coming home late and with his clothes dirty from playing in the mud. He reminisced the first time he had come home with his clothes in shambles after tripping on a large rock and falling in the brambles, the only thing that stopped his father from tearing him limb from limb was his mother.

 Hugo missed his mother terribly, with her pale complexion and eyes that shone like the moon. She had the house that he lived in for as long as her grandparents could trace back down her family line. As she lay on her deathbed, her last words escaped her mouth in the form of cold whispers. “The key…….” She had said. He had not known what this meant for a very long time, until one gloomy day of fall, 1950. He found a key and a book, covered in filth, hastily thrown in a ditch. He had been wandering a little bit farther than he was allowed, and the ditch was close to the tree line of the clearing where his house was located. He picked up the book, brushed off the dust and crusted mud and read the title.  “The guide to the late Mr. Sakkharine”, it read in a quickly written, sloppy sort of cursive that was hard to make out.

Hugo was not good at writing and not many of his classmates were, so he was used to reading the handwriting created in this manner. He was more interested in the key, with its intricate design and meticulous writing inscribed on the handle. Hugo took it as a keepsake and brought it home to show his father.

At dinner, his father acted a little strange. ”where did you get that? Was there a book with the key?” he then realized with a shudder, you have disobeyed my rules for the last time Hugo!” He was screaming at him now, a slightly strange attitude turned an inexorable state of rage. He took Hugo by his shirt collar and shook him vigorously, like a dog with a squirrel caught in his jaws. “That is it, I’m shipping you off to the Sorendon military academy in Idaho!”

This time Hugo knew that this was no joke. Such small things could turn his father into an antagonized bull, who could gore you with the words he spat from his mouth like bullets. Striking holes in you for each insult he threw at you. “He could write a dictionary of insults!” Hugo thought to himself quietly to himself.

 That night he heard a knocking on the floorboards in his room, and each night they grew louder until the sound chorused through the house like a thousand grenades going off in every room of the home. Somehow, to Hugo’s amazement, his father had heard nothing, he slept like a rock at night, and there was nothing that could wake him up some nights, especially after the nights he had come home from the tavern. Then Hugo remembered the threat from his father involving the hatchet in the shed. “God bless you, dad,” he thought to himself after all those years of abuse. He sprinted to the shed, grabbed the hatchet leaning against the shed and got back to his room in less than a minute. He then chopped away at the floorboards, but he couldn’t make a dent. He tried harder, but the same results occurred. Hugo suddenly dropped to the floor, examining a small hole that looked very unusual. He pulled the key from his pocket and slid it in the hole. Then all went dark.

Hugo woke up suddenly to find himself in a graveyard. He got up and realized that he was sleeping on a grave. Hugo looked at the tombstone. It read, “Hugo Sakkharine, died November 1^st, 1997” Hugo gasped in amazement, was this the Mr. Sakkharine that the book was talking about? And 1997? That was almost sixty years in the FUTURE! Then again, blackness. Next thing he knew, he was in his room, the sun was shining, and he was in bed, the key was gone, as if it was never there, as if nothing happened.

Hugo sat up, shocked by what he had seen, and thought for a minute about what that could mean, with the key the book, and the grave. They had to be connected in some odd way. Hugo stole away to the ditch where he found the book. It was there, but what scared him was a long knife that had impaled the book into the ground like a tent peg. It wasn’t there before, and he was hesitant out of fear to pick it up. Though, all in due time, he tried to pick it up, but the one thing he feared would happen did. Blackness overcame all light of the sunny day, penetrating his thoughts, as he slipped away from reality; he sat up. Sure enough, he was back in the graveyard.

 Hugo was scared now, something he had never felt before entering the graveyard. He heard a voice, far off, sounding more like a raspy whisper than a human voice. It drew closer and closer every second. Hugo then noticed the book lying next to the knife he had used to get here. He grabbed both items, then opened the book. It read: if you are reading this, you are being hunted. I have little time to explain what is trying to kill you. It is neither alive nor dead, though he, or it, once was. It wants only to turn you to the blackness you are being slowly overcome by. I will give you direct instruction on the next page.

As Hugo turned the page, he saw with an emotion close to terror as the writing on the next page almost appeared out of nowhere! It seemed to write itself. Hugo couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but was snapped back to what was happening around him when he heard the voice, much louder now, followed by a figure, very far away, coming towards him quickly. He looked back to the book, it now read: stab the knife into the earth on Sakkharine’s   grave.

He did what the book asked, and as he did so he heard the figure scream in agony, as if the knife was being stabbed into him, not the grave. He hurried his reading; tear out this page with the text and throw it upon the grave. Followed by fehgfdae, and more script that he could not make out.

 The creature was closing in, 100 yards. He looked back at the book, but nothing happened. 50 yards, the book didn’t do anything. Hugo ran as fast as he could, away from the thing, though he was not sure what it was. Suddenly he tripped on a tombstone, and twisted his ankle. The thing caught up with him and stopped for a minute. It stared at him. Its face was disfigured and resembled a skull with eyes. Suddenly, without thinking, and seemingly without any will of his own, he dashed to the grave, grabbed the knife, and stabbed the monstrosity with it. It attacked, slashing with claws that seemed to contract from his fingers like a cat. They tore into Hugo’s shirt, leaving murderous scars on his chest. For some unknown reason, Hugo was oblivious to these deadly blows. He thought for a moment, thinking “is this really real, is the thing attacking me just a figment of my imagination? Why does it attack me so harshly? How am I not dead he took the knife, now impaled in the things stomach, and stabbed him again. This time he did so, pulling the knife out, and coming back for another strike. Over and over again the monster hacked at his torn shirt and bare chest until finally, with a lethality guaranteed thrust through the brain, the thing collapsed, unmoving, to the floor. Hugo looked down and saw his chest was torn open, revealing his internal organs and intestines. One look and he blacked out.

Hugo opened his eyes. The knife, the book and the key were gone, as if nothing happened. A shadow of his own future defeated by his own imaginative self.

In ten years Hugo married a beautiful woman named Ximena Sakkharine, and changed his name to Hugo Sakkharine. Hugo opened up a bookstore “to fuel the imagination of young minds to create, and to possibly even defeat their own fears.” But with Hugo’s success, Ximena grew jealous of him. Eventually her greed got the best of her and she killed Hugo. He was buried without proper rituals, leaving his soul to manifest itself into a horror of unspeakable blackness.

Hugo was reading a book by the ditch when Ximena murdered him. She stuck the knife through the book and left it there to rot away from moths and the elements. The book was haunted by Hugo’s own soul, and wrote its own messages. It found its past self, and gave him instruction on how to kill the monster that his soul became, and to complete his burial rites as required to make his soul restful. This wrinkle in time had almost saved the world in a way, from unleashing a monster defeated only by itself.  Life went on, and all was forgotten, A simple adventure of a troubled life.

                                                             THE   END

New Dawn

By: S.H.

It’s been days since I’ve seen anybody alive. My name is Triton James. An alien race known as the Korbaks have bombed Earth for no known reason. I’m in hiding in a ditch right now. Trying to get past the aliens is like walking a minefield blindfolded. My friends and I have been selected because we were the ones to join the alien fighting society also known as Torchwood to help build A.E.B. (alien extermination bomb). All the other members of Torchwood that I know have been murdered. So it’s up to us to basically save the world.  I’m traveling to both of my friend’s neighborhoods first Nick’s then Penelope’s. So far the only contact with my friends is by walkie-talkie

Nick is not the guy to stand up and vouch for somebody. He's tall and skinny with short brown hair and hazel eyes but a very funny personality. Nick and I have known each other since pre school, there’s no one I trust like Nick.

Nick’s house is five blocks away from where I’m standing which is at 23rd and Durmstang.  The cars in town have all been destroyed in the attacks, so I have to walk there. The aliens look like human sized squids with duck beaks and lizard feet. Their main weapon is a disintegrator, their secondary weapon is a lazar pistol which is really scarier because you don’t die immediately and the pain is unbearable.

Getting to Nick’s required a lot of agility and stealth. It wasn’t like you could walk past a Korback and they are pretty darned smart. So, I went in a house, checked out the window and if there weren’t any Korbacks I’d sneak out the back door and do that one house at a time. It took close to an hour to reach Nick’s.

 “We must leave soon.” I said to Nick.

“One second and we can leave, I have to get food from the cellar,” said Nick. He left briefly and when he returned he said, “OK I’m good we have food, water and first aid.”

 “COME ON!!”I said.

Penelope is adventurous and good spirited. Tall and skinny as Nick and has so many freckles that she looks like Pipi Longstocking. We met in secondary school where we studied science together. The three of us got hired on at Torchwood at the same time and became even closer when we worked to build the A.E.B. Nothing like saving a planet to build trust.

“YAAY you guys made it,”said Penelope.

“Yup,”said Nick and me in unison.

“Let’s go,” I said.

So we walked twelve blocks and  avoided the aliens with the same house routine. It took longer with three but we made it safely to Torchwood.

“Shhhh! we’re almost there, “I said.

“Now that were here how do we get in?” Nick asked.

“We enter,” I said.

As you can see we are about to enter into one of the most well secured places on earth and I should know because I worked here.  We’ll probably not be able to and all I have is my ID card to get through security. On the first floor. I hope my handprint hasn’t changed so we can get through handprint scanners at the top of the tower.

Now that we’ve entered Torchwood we can launch A.E.B. but first we have to type the answer to this question to launch the A.E.B.  What is mankind?

            “I’ll try first,” said Nick.

            Civilization, he typed

            “Nope not it,” Nick said.

            “I’ll try next.”           

             “Nope,” she said.

            A speck of dust, she typed

            “Now I’ll go,” I said.

            A threat, I typed   

            “Got it!” I said.

We launched the A.E.B and once the bomb hit the ground it destroyed everything alien made but nothing man made. Slowly people came up from underground where they had been hiding. We’d lost a lot of the population but there were still enough of us to begin rebuilding. It was going to take a lot but after the all we’d been through it wasn’t extremely hard.

We led the most interesting life in the city because we saved the world. People thought we were heroes but we were really only doing what we were trained to do. We haven’t seen any more aliens ever since we launched A.E.B. 

The Voice

By: M.P.

Louise Carakter had just gotten home from school one day when she heard the Voice for the first time.

It had been a fairly normal Monday before that. As usual she had had to wake up at five am so that her dad had time to drop Louise and her 5-year old sister, Dairy, off at school on his way to work. Their school was called Wachyurbak School where Louise attended 6^th grade and Dairy attended kindergarten. The day proceeded normally, with the only abnormal thing being that the lunch was actually good today instead of the usual gray mush that tasted like sawdust. Later Louise got a new sketchbook which she was very happy about. She was only about a quarter way through the school year and her old sketchbook was already full of doodles. At the end of the day she got a note from the office saying that she was to take the bus home from school today instead of her dad driving her. Normally her dad hated wasting money on transportation but he was working late today and would get home at 11:30 pm. The note also said to please tell Dairy.

When the bus reached the home of the Carakters Louise woke Dairy (who had been sleeping) and got off the bus. She had her hand on the doorknob when she heard it. Louise paused, her hand still on the doorknob. The Voice sounded very hoarse and raspy, as if the throat of the speaker had been coated with acid. But there was also a note of sweetness in the Voice, which suggested that the throat had then been glazed with just a bit of honey. The Voice seemed to bore into her mind and enter her skull, then reverberate and bounce back into her mind. Even when it stopped speaking, Louise could hear it as clearly as if it were whispering to her still. The mind-consuming sound of the Voice echoed through her head, driving out all other thoughts. Subconsciously, in the tiniest corner of Louise’s mind that was not entirely possessed by the Voice, she thought she heard Dairy’s groggy voice saying “Um, Louise? Are you going to open the door or not?”

That was all it took to shatter the intense mind possession that was going on inside her sister’s head. Immediately the Voice recoiled, leaving Louise disoriented with her hand yet still on the doorknob. Dairy asked, “Are you all right?” When Louise didn’t answer, Dairy opened the door herself and called “Mommy!” Then Louise got her bearings. “I- I’m ok. I’m just a little… dehydrated.”

Over the next couple of days Louise began hearing the Voice more and more frequently, with slightly less intensity each time, until she could hear it without totally zoning out in class. The Voice became part of her daily life. Yes it was annoying sometimes, like when she was talking to a friend and suddenly there was a disembodied Voice boring into her cranium drowning out everything but itself, but she could cope. Louise knew that if she told her parents about the Voice they would take her to the doctor, and she couldn’t risk that. They would probably send her to the loony house and besides, she couldn’t go see a doctor anyway. Last time had been about a year and a half ago and the doctor had discovered something silver running through her blood instead of red blood cells. The doctor had been very alarmed and Louise had just run back home. Strangely, the next day nobody mentioned it. It was as if nothing had even happened. Since then, Louise had just put off her yearly appointment. She knew she could not put it off forever, but she could for now.

One day Louise got home from school (it had been a bus day) and walked in the door and saw her mother, Mrs. Carakter, baking cookies in the kitchen. Mrs. Carakter had her head turned and when she heard Louise walking in the door she turned to face Louise. Louise gasped.

Her mother had changed. Mrs. Carakter’s face had become pasty white. Her eyes, usually a merry blue, were now black, completely black, even the sclera. She had no lips. She smiled, and Louise saw that she had no teeth either. When she spoke her voice was not her usual voice, but the Voice. Mrs. Carakter in the Voice said, “Louise, you have much to learn. You failed to conceal yourself. You failed to save your grandfather. You even failed to realize when your own mother has been possessed. You have failed in life, therefore you must die.”

Louise had no idea what her mother was talking about. Her grandfather had died before Louise was born. And what was that about concealing herself? Louise didn’t care. She ran into the dining room where Dairy was drinking milk. “Come on we have to leave!” said Louise urgently.    

“Why? Where?” asked Dairy.  

“No time,” answered Louise. So Dairy went with her.

Together they ran through the maze of concrete sidewalks, stopping only to catch their breath. “Where are we going?” inquired Dairy.      

“To the park,” replied Louise. That was the only place she could think of. When the girls got to the park they rested under the shade of a pine tree. Then the stranger walked up.

He was dressed in all white, including white sunglasses. Louise had never seen white sunglasses before and wondered how the man could see out of them. “Ah Louise,” said the man.

His voice, to Louise’s relief, was not the Voice. It reminded her a bit of the slightly sweet aspect of the Voice but in a million times overload. She didn’t like it.

 “And little Dairy,” said the strange man. “I always wished I could have you for my own. That way I could eat you- uh I mean greet you whenever I want.”

Louise stared at him. His little mistake didn’t seem intentional but you could never be sure. “Come along little children,” said he.

“Wait a second,” said Louise. “Who are you? What do you want with us?”

The man said “My name is Lemonham. You can call me Lem.” Lem of course was a ridiculous nickname but Louise said nothing. “As for your second question, well, you’ll just have to wait and see. Heh heh heh!” His laugh was even worse than his voice. Lemonham grabbed each girl by the arm. His grip was like iron. Louise tried and tried but she couldn’t escape. Lem shepherded them toward a long white car. The car was completely entirely white including the windows. Even the tires were white. The door opened seemingly on its own and Lemonham shoved the girls inside.

Inside the car was even whiter if that was possible. There was a white wall separating the backseats from the front of the car. There were two rows of nicely padded white seats. The walls were smooth and white. Louise found that you could see out of white glass even better than normal, like vision in HD. She was trying to find a way to open the door when her white seatbelt coiled around her. She tried as hard as she could to escape the steely grasp of the harness but she could see no button and could not wriggle out. Lem’s honey voice echoed through the wall. “Let me deliver you to your doom- uh I mean your room.”

 Louise was about to object but something caught her eye. A panel in the wall had slid open and out came a white syringe filled with white liquid protruding out on a white metal arm. Louise turned around and saw that the same thing had happened on Dairy’s side but she didn’t seem to notice. “Close your eyes and think of something happy!” said Lemonham. Dairy did as she was told but Louise could only watch as the needle made its way into her flesh and then all she saw was white.

When Louise awoke she saw she was in a perfectly cube-shaped stone chamber. There was a skylight in the roof but no other windows. Louise could see it was early evening. She was lying on a lumpy mattress which was the only thing in the room aside from a bucket in the corner. There was a metal door that refused to open no matter how many times she tried. Louise sat down in despair. Oodles of questions swirled around inside her head. Where was Dairy? Was she all right? How long had she been here? Were her parents worried? Why was she here anyway? What was wrong with that dude Lemonham? Where was he? Where was she? Those and many more questions churned through Louise’s brain until she couldn’t take it anymore. She lay down on the mattress and moaned. Just then the door opened.

Louise sat up immediately. In stepped a woman. She wore a bright crimson dress that came to her knees and pointy red high heels. Her lips were slightly larger than normal. She had a behemoth light brown bun on top of her head. “We are ready for you now,” she said in an accent that Louise could not quite place.

“Why am I here? Who are you? Where is here anyway?” Louise asked.                                           

“We are underneath the Instratenationary Building. You may call me The Escritoire,” answered the woman, ignoring Louise’s first question. “Come with me. And don’t even think about escaping.” So Louise followed The Escritoire through a long dark hallway.

If you were to see Louise on a normal day you would see her dirty-blonde hair reaching to her waist, and her favorite black shirt with the green accents, and her skinny jeans. But the most startling thing about her appearance was by far her eyes. Louise’s eyes were bright green and always seemed to glow. They looked both imaginative and clever and were always shifting around, very alert, taking in everything. Everyone else in the family had blue eyes but not Louise. But now as she was being led down the seemingly endless passageway by a woman who called herself The Escritoire, her hair was tangled, her clothes were crumpled and all you could see in her eyes was fear.

After what seemed like hours, The Escritoire stopped at a huge black door and pulled out a long black key. The door didn’t appear to have a doorknob or a keyhole but The Escritoire just inserted the key into the middle of the door and the door disappeared. Inside was black nothingness. Louise didn’t want to enter but The Escritoire gripped her arm and pulled her in. Then the woman said, in her strange accent, “General’s office.” Then all the black dissolved around the two of them.

In its place came a fairly small rectangular room with an enormous desk that filled up over half the chamber. The desk was very tidy with three stacks of important-looking papers in the corner and a strange assortment of small wooden sticks in the middle. The man sitting at the desk had a black cloth covering his whole face except for his eyes which were the same color as Louise’s only slightly less bright. He had a black robe on. Louise wasn’t sure whether or not to trust this man. He spoke to The Escritoire. His voice was kind. He said, “Is this Louise?”

The Escritoire said, “Yes this is Louise.” Then the man turned to Louise.

“You may call me The General. I apologize for any misunderstandings with your transportation. That fellow Lemonham can be a little… insensitive.”                                                   

“Where’s Dairy? What have you done with her?” demanded Louise.                                             

“You are dismissed,” said The General to The Escritoire. The Escritoire walked briskly out the open door and closed it behind her. “Please forgive me. I didn’t want to separate you but I had to. She is in a room much like the one where my secretary picked you up but more comfortable. She is being given three square meals a day. She is fine.” Then the man said “Now is the time to ask any questions you may have. I apologize for anything not being clear. Go on. Fire away.”

Over the next hour or so Louise learned many important things. She learned that she was supernatural. Actually the scientific name would be Oorargetalniam. She had powers that no one could even imagine. The problem was figuring them out. She wasn’t the only one. There were about a handful of Oorargetalniams in the world and they were identifiable by their silver blood and luminous green eyes. The General was one himself! What Louise’s mother (actually the Voice in her mother’s body) had meant in her strange sentence was that, well, Louise’s grandfather had been an Oorargetalniam and died in a car crash. Supposedly Louise could go back in time and reverse the crash. But it had to be done within eighteen years which had already passed. It was complicated. Louise’s grandfather would have been very valuable in Louise’s training. When Louise asked about training The General answered that she had to be trained so that she could learn to harness her powers. “What if I don’t even want powers? What if I just want to be a normal girl?” probed Louise.
“Then that would be unfortunate,” riposted The General. “We need you to fight the Tootootus.                        
“What is that?”                                                                                                                                           “The Tootootus is a congregation of evil monstrosities that gather in secret and plot to overthrow us. They have such sheer number that a small organization like us couldn’t possibly take them without help from special beings like you. I was one but I gave my power up. A huge mistake. I didn’t know what I was doing. Now I am doing everything I can to get my powers back but I haven’t had much luck.”

Louise asked about the Voice.
The General answered that one member of the Tootootus could wheedle his way into other peoples’ minds. “He whispers into your brain. His enrapturing Voice drones out all other thoughts until you want to die, until you are ready to do whatever it says if it can just stop the pain.”
Louise wholeheartedly agreed.
“If you can destroy the Voice speaker,” said the General, “then you will spare a lot of agony to other Oorargetalniams. If you can destroy one malevolence in an army of billions, you will save all of us- I mean all of you from that torture that I know you felt.” His voice echoed through Louise’s head until she knew what she had to do.

Louise was led to a different chamber. The room itself was identical to the other one except this one had a bed that was actually really comfortable. It also had another door that led to a small bathroom. There was a button on the wall for her to push if she needed any help or if she had an important question. Louise lay down on the bed. She was very tired. Sleep came easily. Random dreams swirled through her mind. Only one was distinct…

Louise was standing in a white misty landscape. Well landscape wasn’t quite the word for it. It was more like white misty nothingness. She heard Dairy’s little voice but didn’t see her which was strange. Dairy’s voice said “Louise, The General is evil. He intends to feed me to a machine that he has, called the Ooargehewinator. It will give him his powers back. I don’t know how, I just know it really works. You have to destroy the machine.”                                                                                     “How do you know all this?” asked Louise.                                                                                             “The General’s officers are careless about where they put their papers. Just keep this in mind: The General will not be in his office tomorrow morning,” said Dairy.                                                         “Thanks for the advice. I hope to see you soon,” said Louise.                                                                 “Wake!” said Dairy’s voice. Louise woke.

Within an hour Louise had her plan all figured out. She pressed the button that called for an employee to come help her. A high-pitched beep sounded. In just a few seconds a man walked in and hastily shut the door behind him. The man was wearing a crisp black suit with a white tie. He had closely cropped black hair and wore sunglasses, normal black ones. “I need to see The Escritoire. It’s urgent. Please,” beseeched Louise. The man took out of his pocket a strange black object that looked like a smooth stone and spoke into it; he said something that Louise couldn’t make out. Then he put the thing back in his pocket. In walked The Escritoire. Both of the adults stared expectantly at Louise. “Ummm… you are dismissed,” said Louise to the man. He walked out the door. Then Louise performed a bit of magic she had been working on that caused The Escritoire to dance uncontrollably. Louise didn’t know exactly how she did it. She just thrust out her hand and said something random that came to her, and it worked. “Googlymoogly.” While The Escritoire was still very surprised Louise grabbed the key ring with the long black key on it that fit into the huge black door. Then she ran through the hallway, it was still as long as she remembered, until she came to the door. She inserted the key into the middle of the door and stepped into the black void.

“General’s office,” said Louise. Now she was in the familiar office of The General. There was the desk and there were the papers. There was the strange assortment of sticks. There was also a door across from the desk that Louise had not noticed before. She opened it. Inside was the Ooargehewinator. It looked like a giant metal mouth with wicked sharp teeth. The back of the machine went through the wall of the tiny room and Louise could not see to the end. She shuddered. It looked like it would hurt a lot if it ate you. She wasn’t sure how to destroy it but she just said the random word that came to her and it seemed to do the job. “Patakateeka.” The evil machine collapsed with a bang. Louise knew that people had heard it and were on to her by now. She ran outside and kept going down the hallway without any clear idea of where she was escaping to. Then she heard it. Dairy’s voice. Coming from the door on her right. “Louise!” said Dairy’s voice. Louise thrust a random key into the keyhole and, to her surprise, it fit. Louise turned it and flung it open wide. Inside was Dairy!

The sisters ran up and hugged each other. “You’re all right!” cried Louise.                                             “So are you!” cried Dairy.                                                                                                                         “I’ve got so much to tell you!” said Louise.                                                                                             “Me too!” said Dairy. But their happy reunion didn’t last long.                                                               “There they are!” shouted The General.                                                                                                   “Run!” cried Louise. And they ran.

They ran as fast and hard as they could with throngs of people right behind them. The sisters ran and ran their way into open daylight and ran some more. While she was running a funny thing was happening to Louise. Random spells just started popping up in her brain. Spell after spell popped up until she knew all the spells she could possibly know. Each spell made her run a little faster and a little farther until Louise and Dairy were way ahead of their pursuers. Louise waited until they could no longer see them, turned a corner, and told Dairy everything. Dairy told Louise stuff too. Like how she found out about The General’s plans. Dairy could climb up and reach her arm out of her tiny window which opened up into a clearing where The General’s employees dropped a lot of important papers. She even found a power crystal which, when eaten, enabled the consumer to be able to intercept peoples’ dreams. Dairy also found a map that showed the exact location of the Tootootus. Now all Louise had to do was to find and eradicate the Voice speaker. How was she going to do that? With all her powers and spells she now knew, Louise had a pretty good idea.

Mock Trial

Having studied about the judicial branch of the government the Narwhals and Peacocks conducted a mock trial on the topic of copyright infringement. Witness were called, sworn in and questioned by the lawyers and the judge capably kept the proceedings under control. Next step, jury deliberation where the classes will decide who to vote in favor of after reviewing all the evidence presented.

Halloween

The Narwhals went all out dressing up for Halloween and the Narwhal parents (and grandparent) put together a super fun party with mummy wrapping, bobbing for doughnuts and decorating cookies and cupcakes.