Thursday, July 02, 2009, 8:23:00 AM
Woof Everyone, Jessie is up next, I woofder what she has up her sleeve for our story!! 
Key: Blue: Mercer
Red: Jess
Green: Shea
Purple: Rose
Brown: Holly
Jessie: Teal
It was a stifling hot and humid night. The bugs were buzzing seeking sustenance by alighting upon any uncovered crop of skin, the children were whining and everyone was gathered around the campfire hoping for some relief from the heat while they waited for their nightly creepy, skin crawling story! Suddenly . . . out of the darkness, hooting was heard. Several children jumped at the sound. A low moan came from the woods. What could it be? Where was the flashlight? Someone ran to the tent and grabbed one. She shined into the woods and saw.... a large, scruffy-feathered barn owl, unusually, lying on the ground with his silver wing bent in an unnatural position. Relief sighed from the campers, only to be replaced with pity. Greg, bearing the flashlight, was the first of many to mutter "poor guy." A low chuckle came from the fire. Greg turned in disgust to see who could have possibly found it funny. His scowl melted into an expression of insult and confusion as he realized the snicker came from Mr. Parker, the scout leader. He was slumped towards the fire on a fat log, his black beard illuminated from the orange glow. Mr. Parker's voice was aged with the strain of frequent volume use, and occasionally it broke mid-sentence, doing nothing but mortifying and twisting his mood crabbily.
"You're going to need to see a bit more of the world if you find an injured barn owl a tragedy," he said, but with no hint of acid or mock. Greg look dumbfounded at his scout leader, and then risked a quick glance at Sarah, his best friend. She looked hurt as well, but, like the others, kept her mouth shut. Without a word, he put the flashlight on a stump and marched toward the owl, confidently but carefully. Mr. Parker simply watched in interest. It was only when Greg's shoes were almost touching the tips of the owl's feathers did he realize he had no idea how to care for an injured bird or if he should even touch it. Blood rushed to his cheeks. How could he embarrass himself after his bold action?
Thankfully, Henry, a fifteen year old scout abruptly stood and grabbed the used picnic basket. He upturned it and the apple cores, napkins, and other eating-accessories tumbled to the uneven light of the grass. He crouched down next to Greg and the owl and helped the younger scout transfer the bird to the basket, padded soft with plaid cloth. Speaking in a whisper, Henry scolded Greg "Be prepared next time you confront Parker, Greg." as much as he tried to sound angry and dominant, Henry just didn't have it in him, and the sentence came out as more of a compassionate warning. Henry really did admire Greg's courage, and often looked out for, him.
Mr. Parker, his hazel eyes firmly watching his rebellious campers couldn't fight a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. When the two boys gently placed the basket in cover from the many predators of the wild and in sight, Sarah finally spoke up to the tense situation. She was a natural peace- maker. Her voice was gentle and diplomatic when she said..... Mr. Parker, we know you have a lot more experience in life so we really would be grateful for your advice in this situation. Mr. Parker stood up and moved closer to Henry and Greg and the picnic basket. He leaned down and gazed at the barn owl..."well troupe...I think our little guest is okay for the present....we should take turns watching him during the night ...we don't want him to try to escape and injure himself further...in the morning, we will take him to the Wildlife Rescue Sanctuary....now, Sarah, would you like to take the first hour of watch...." Sarah replied "Of course, I'd be pleased to, may I start now?”
Mr. Parker replied; “In a little bit.”
"Well," Sarah added, “may I please go get some water? I will be right back.”
Mr. parker replied; “Sure.”
So Sarah ran off to get water. She hoped the little owl would be okay. Sarah skipped rapidly away from the group. When she returned, she wiped her forehead from the sweat that accumulated from her running and she pulled her shiny pink belt tight. Sarah noticed, as she ran her fingers through her hair that it was a bit unkempt but, quickly forgot all aobut that as she started to gab with the boys once again. BUMP JESSIE. . .
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Monday, June 29, 2009, 5:15:00 PM
Woof Everyone, Holly is up next, can’t wait to see where she takes us on this adventure story!!
Key: Blue: Mercer
Red: Jess
Green: Shea
Purple: Rose
Brown: Holly
It was a stifling hot and humid night. The bugs were buzzing seeking sustenance by alighting upon any uncovered crop of skin, the children were whining and everyone was gathered around the campfire hoping for some relief from the heat while they waited for their nightly creepy, skin crawling story! Suddenly . . . out of the darkness, hooting was heard. Several children jumped at the sound. A low moan came from the woods. What could it be? Where was the flashlight? Someone ran to the tent and grabbed one. She shined into the woods and saw.... a large, scruffy-feathered barn owl, unusually, lying on the ground with his silver wing bent in an unnatural position. Relief sighed from the campers, only to be replaced with pity. Greg, bearing the flashlight, was the first of many to mutter "poor guy." A low chuckle came from the fire. Greg turned in disgust to see who could have possibly found it funny. His scowl melted into an expression of insult and confusion as he realized the snicker came from Mr. Parker, the scout leader. He was slumped towards the fire on a fat log, his black beard illuminated from the orange glow. Mr. Parker's voice was aged with the strain of frequent volume use, and occasionally it broke mid-sentence, doing nothing but mortifying and twisting his mood crabbily.
"You're going to need to see a bit more of the world if you find an injured barn owl a tragedy," he said, but with no hint of acid or mock. Greg look dumbfounded at his scout leader, and then risked a quick glance at Sarah, his best friend. She looked hurt as well, but, like the others, kept her mouth shut. Without a word, he put the flashlight on a stump and marched toward the owl, confidently but carefully. Mr. Parker simply watched in interest. It was only when Greg's shoes were almost touching the tips of the owl's feathers did he realize he had no idea how to care for an injured bird or if he should even touch it. Blood rushed to his cheeks. How could he embarrass himself after his bold action?
Thankfully, Henry, a fifteen year old scout abruptly stood and grabbed the used picnic basket. He upturned it and the apple cores, napkins, and other eating-accessories tumbled to the uneven light of the grass. He crouched down next to Greg and the owl and helped the younger scout transfer the bird to the basket, padded soft with plaid cloth. Speaking in a whisper, Henry scolded Greg "Be prepared next time you confront Parker, Greg." as much as he tried to sound angry and dominant, Henry just didn't have it in him, and the sentence came out as more of a compassionate warning. Henry really did admire Greg's courage, and often looked out for, him.
Mr. Parker, his hazel eyes firmly watching his rebellious campers couldn't fight a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. When the two boys gently placed the basket in cover from the many predators of the wild and in sight, Sarah finally spoke up to the tense situation. She was a natural peace- maker. Her voice was gentle and diplomatic when she said..... Mr. Parker, we know you have a lot more experience in life so we really would be grateful for your advice in this situation. Mr. Parker stood up and moved closer to Henry and Greg and the picnic basket. He leaned down and gazed at the barn owl..."well troupe...I think our little guest is okay for the present....we should take turns watching him during the night ...we don't want him to try to escape and injure himself further...in the morning, we will take him to the Wildlife Rescue Sanctuary....now, Sarah, would you like to take the first hour of watch...." Sarah replied.....BUMP Holly
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Friday, June 26, 2009, 3:29:00 PM
BUMP ROSE
Woof Everyone, Shea is really on the ball!
Key: Blue: Mercer
Red: Jess
Green: Shea
Purple: Rose
Who wants to be next?????
It was a stifling hot and humid night. The bugs were buzzing seeking sustenance by alighting upon any uncovered crop of skin, the children were whining and everyone was gathered around the campfire hoping for some relief from the heat while they waited for their nightly creepy, skin crawling story! Suddenly . . . out of the darkness, hooting was heard. Several children jumped at the sound. A low moan came from the woods. What could it be? Where was the flashlight? Someone ran to the tent and grabbed one. She shined into the woods and saw.... a large, scruffy-feathered barn owl, unusually, lying on the ground with his silver wing bent in an unnatural position. Relief sighed from the campers, only to be replaced with pity. Greg, bearing the flashlight, was the first of many to mutter "poor guy." A low chuckle came from the fire. Greg turned in disgust to see who could have possibly found it funny. His scowl melted into an expression of insult and confusion as he realized the snicker came from Mr. Parker, the scout leader. He was slumped towards the fire on a fat log, his black beard illuminated from the orange glow. Mr. Parker's voice was aged with the strain of frequent volume use, and occasionally it broke mid-sentence, doing nothing but mortifying and twisting his mood crabbily.
"You're going to need to see a bit more of the world if you find an injured barn owl a tragedy," he said, but with no hint of acid or mock. Greg look dumbfounded at his scout leader, and then risked a quick glance at Sarah, his best friend. She looked hurt as well, but, like the others, kept her mouth shut. Without a word, he put the flashlight on a stump and marched toward the owl, confidently but carefully. Mr. Parker simply watched in interest. It was only when Greg's shoes were almost touching the tips of the owl's feathers did he realize he had no idea how to care for an injured bird or if he should even touch it. Blood rushed to his cheeks. How could he embarrass himself after his bold action?
Thankfully, Henry, a fifteen year old scout abruptly stood and grabbed the used picnic basket. He upturned it and the apple cores, napkins, and other eating-accessories tumbled to the uneven light of the grass. He crouched down next to Greg and the owl and helped the younger scout transfer the bird to the basket, padded soft with plaid cloth. Speaking in a whisper, Henry scolded Greg "Be prepared next time you confront Parker, Greg." as much as he tried to sound angry and dominant, Henry just didn't have it in him, and the sentence came out as more of a compassionate warning. Henry really did admire Greg's courage, and often looked out for, him.
Mr. Parker, his hazel eyes firmly watching his rebellious campers couldn't fight a small smile twitching at the corners of his lips. When the two boys gently placed the basket in cover from the many predators of the wild and in sight, Sarah finally spoke up to the tense situation. She was a natural peace- maker. Her voice was gentle and diplomatic when she said.....BUMP ROSE
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Friday, June 26, 2009, 12:43:00 PM
Woof Everyone, Our story is starting to get interesting!!! Check it out.
Key: Blue: Mercer
Red: Jess
Green: Shea
Who is next????? ????????
Who wants to be next?????
It was a stifling hot and humid night. The bugs were buzzing seeking sustenance by alighting upon any uncovered crop of skin, the children were whining and everyone was gathered around the campfire hoping for some relief from the heat while they waited for their nightly creepy, skin crawling story! Suddenly . . . out of the darkness, hooting was heard. Several children jumped at the sound. A low moan came from the woods. What could it be? Where was the flashlight? Someone ran to the tent and grabbed one. She shined into the woods and saw.... BUMP SHEA
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Thursday, June 25, 2009, 1:24:00 PM
BUMP JESS everyone check out the blog story and put your thinking caps on!
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Sunday, June 21, 2009, 2:33:00 PM
WoOf To AlL oF oUr WOnDeRfUl FaThErS, wE HoPe YoU hAvE a PaWtAsTiC dAy!
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Friday, June 19, 2009, 10:59:00 AM
Woof Everyone! Here are some more fun fact and trivia for you . . .
1. What has 4 legs and only 1 foot?
2. How many 9's between 1 and 100?
3. Which is more valuable - one pound of $10 gold coins or half a pound of $20 gold coins?
4. It happens once in a minute, twice in a week, and once in a year. What is it?
5. Why is the longest human nose on record only 11 inches long?
6. When was the first Father’s Day celebrated and who thought up the idea?
Paws 2 u 4 now,
Mercer
P.S. Jess, how is camp?
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009, 10:09:00 PM
I have found some more math riddles/brain teasers for u all to solve!
Have fun!
o If one nickel is worth five cents, how much is half of one half of a nickel worth?
o How many times can you subtract 6 from 30?
o What is the difference between a new penny and an old quarter?
o If you take three apples from five apples, how many do you have?
o If you can buy eight eggs for 26 cents, how many can you buy for a cent and a quarter?
Paws 2 u 4 now!
Mercer
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Saturday, June 13, 2009, 10:59:00 AM
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof
Woof, woof, woof, woof, dear Sheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Woof, woof, woof, woof to U
We all Love you and may God bless U!
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009, 11:09:00 AM
Woof everyone,
One of my puppy friends sent this to me and I thought I would share it with you all because it surly does not work for dogs or cats!
Don't tell me your age; you probably would tell a falsehood anyway -but the Hershey Man will know!
YOUR AGE BY CHOCOLATE MATH
This is pretty neat.
DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!
It takes less than a minute.
Work this out as you read.
Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!
This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.
1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate (more than once but less than 10)
2.. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold)
3. Add 5
4. Multiply it by 50 -- I'll wait while you get the calculator
5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1759 ..If you haven't , add 1758.
6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born.
You should have a three digit number
The first digit of this was your original number (I.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week).
The next two numbers are
YOUR AGE! (Oh YES, it is!!!!!)
THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2009) IT WILL EVER WORK
Paws 2 u 4 now,
Mercer
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Saturday, June 06, 2009, 11:04:00 AM
Woof, did you know. . .
The base of the Great Pyramid of Egypt is large enough to cover 10 football fields.
The highest point of the earth, with an elevation of 29,141 feet, is the top of Mt. Everest in Tibet.
The world's first speed limit regulation was in England in 1903. It was 20 mph.
There are 31,557,600 seconds in a year.
Can U, using only mental math, figure out how many seconds are in 10 years, 100 years or even in 1,000 years!
Think about these fun facts and have a pawtastic weekend!
Paws 2 u 4 now,
Mercer
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Thursday, June 04, 2009, 5:17:00 AM
Woof everyone, her is a survey from Shea, I love her answers, and sure would like to read yours!
Paws 2 u 4 now Mercer
SURVEY - 5 thought provoking questions!
1. What was the last thing you bought? --- a little watch face from Michaels that I'm giving to my bear, Dr. Honeypot, as a pocket watch. He likes to be very punctual.
2. When was the last time you sang to someone, and what song was it? --- The last time I sang to someone was a few days ago when a thunderstorm was lingering nearby. Mercer was shaking so I put my hand on him and starting singing "You'll be in my Heart" by Phil Collins. That song always brings tears to my eyes, but it always warms my heart to sing it to him; my sweet boy.
3. Dream Vacation? --- Witnessing God's wonders on the Earth, and all his beauty with my family.
4. Do you value time alone or time with others more? --- I definitely enjoy my time with others, especially family and friends, but time alone is treasured by me. I feel like we are naturally ourselves when we are alone and that is the best thing you can be. I love a balanced mix.
5. Greatest fear? --- On the surface, I would say sharks, the ocean, and aliens (yup, aliens). But digging deeper, I am terrified of loosing someone I love, and also terrified in finding my faith was wrong.
Have fun, I can't wait to read your answers!,
Shea
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009, 10:25:00 AM
Meow everyone...where is Shea - is she searching for agent 613 again. Okay everyone....here is my challenge.....
Even if you have outgrown bedtime stories, you may still be able to identify the following quotes from classic children's books. Read the quote and give us the name of the book:
1. "I'm not very big. They use me only for switching trains in the yard. I have never been over the mountain.
2. "Help! Help! A Heffalump!
3. Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this forever?
4. The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house all that cold, cold, wet day
5. "Now, my dears, you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your father had an accident there.
6. When they got to Boston, they felt too tired to fly any further. There was a nice pond in the Public Garden, with a little island on it
7. "If you become a fish in a trout stream," said his mother, "I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.
8. Lucy felt a little frightened, but she felt very inquisitive. She looked back over her shoulder and there, between the dark tree trunks, she could still see the open doorway of the wardrobe
Have a purrtastic day everyone! And I hope some of our missing friends like Holly Diamond will jump in.
Meow for now ,
Emily 
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009, 11:14:00 AM
Woof Everyone! Here are some more fun fact for you . . .
Did u know. . . Any month that starts on a Sunday will have a Friday the 13th in it?
Did u know. . . Easter is the first Sunday after the first Full Moon after March 21?
Did you know . . . England and the American colonies adopted the Gregorian calendar on September 14th, 1752. 11 days disappeared?
Did u know . . . If the sun stopped shining suddenly, it would take eight minutes for people on earth to be aware of the fact?
And finally, did u know. . . Light travels at the rate of 186,200 miles a second?
Paws 2 u 4 now, have a woofderfully pawtastic day!
Mercer P.S. Still looking for ridle answers 3 and 4!!!
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Monday, June 01, 2009, 11:51:00 AM
Woof Everyone! I have found some math riddles for u all to try and solve!
Have fun!
1. Which weighs more a pound of feathers or a pound of gold?
2. How is the moon like a dollar?
3. What is alive and has only 1 foot?
4. When do giraffes have 8 feet?
5. How many eggs can you put in an empty basket?
P.S. A woofderful Happy Birthday to a special friend, Jeremy!
Paws 2 u 4 now!
Mercer
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