CHILDRENSPAGE

Do you know a child with a story, poem or art work that he or she would like to have published on
this page? Email Kathe Gogolewski with the details.

STORIES FOR CHILDREN

THE BET by KATHE
GOGOLEWSKI
A short story about beating
the bullies with a mind game

   The Summer
   by Jenny
   Age 8

   Butterflies
   by Jenny
   Age 8

TATO a Fantasy
Adventure for
Middle Grade
Readers
A story about a
boy, a formula, and
a whole lot of
magic!

Click on cover
$9.95 USD

There was a fun summer
It wasn't a bummer
It also was nice
And smells like spice
The wind blew hard
It wasn't a card
There were roses
Growing out of hoses
There was a key
It had fleas
So that's what I have to say
for today
So don't have a cow

Butterflies fly so high
Higher than a bird in the sky
The butterfly ate some pie
And it went high high high
in the sky sky sky

Rumplestiltskin
THE REAL STORY!!!
by Melina and Krissy
Ages 8 and 8

My name is "Rumplestiltskin," and this is the real story of
me!!!

One day, I was flying on my broom and all of a sudden, I
heard someone crying, so I went and I asked the girl, I
said, "Hey Kid, so what's the matter?" She told me that
the King made her spin all the straw into gold. So then I
said I would help her even though she just gave me this
stupid old ring, but I'm a nice guy, you know? So I spun
the straw into gold for her.

The next day, she was weeping about the same thing.
This time she gave me this necklace of hers. It was even
dumber than the ring she gave me! But I helped her
anyway. I'm really a good guy.

The next time, she made up this plan that if she doesn't
guess my name, I get her baby. It wasn't even my idea!
The first day I went by there to see if she knew my name,
and she didn't, so she made me give her two more days. I
don't know why I let her push me around like that. I'm a
nice guy, I guess.

Some dumb old maidens of hers came and spied on me
when I was singing my name, and the next day, she
guessed it. I mean the baby should have been mine
because she cheated. Anyway, I was only trying to get
the baby because I thought she was an unfit mother.
She's the bad guy, not me! Now that's the real story! Oh,
and one more thing...since the baby should have been
mine, I'll go tell the police the baby was mine and she
stole it from me!! Or maybe I'll get a lawyer and sue her!

I'm tired of being a nice guy and losing all the time, you
know?

The Adventure of Being an Ant
by Kylie
Age 8

I am a tiny black ant and I live in a very, very big house.
The owner of the house is very old and uses this wooden
thing and pounds it on the floor. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.
One time, she almost pounded her stick on me. I decided
to find out what the stick is called. So I climbed up on the
counter trying to hide because I know what happened to
my uncle. She poisoned him. Hiding behind a flower pot,
I hear someone say, "I'm so sorry you have to use that
cane."

Now I must go back to my hideout. Now that we know
what it is called, we have to find out what it is used for.
Hopefully, not for stomping out ants. So now we try all
kinds of different ideas.

So I get on the stick and use it like a ride. Once she starts
going, I see that it is not so fun. Now I give up. I'll see you
next time.