WHITNEY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

WHITNEY ELEMENTARY SUMMER STEM

Teaching-Writer Katie Fuller

Excerpts from RETRO MINT

Betzabeth Whitney Elementary School Summer STEM

Retro Mint was out for a walk with Warinder in the morning. The sun shone brightly above them. “Hey I saw something,” Warinder said as her ears perked up. “What?” asked Retro Mint. “It sounds like a scavenger.” “A scavenger?!” Retro Mint yelled with fear as a cascade of purple illed his teal-colored scales. “Oh don’t worry Mint. I don’t think a puny scavenger will hurt us,” Warinder said. “Let’s go and ind this… scavenger,” she said. They both continued their walk trying to look for their scavenger. The sun was higher in the sky, watching their every movement. There was a rustle in a patch of bushes. “Shh,” Warinder whispered, with one talon on her snout. Retro Mint nodded with fear as the Nightwing got closer to the bush. Then she leaped, tangling and wrestling the bush. The scavenger came out..but Warinder was still ighting the bush like it was a dragon. Mint had an even darker shade of purple, but didn’t look at himself. His eyes were on the scavenger. * Warinder growled at a sloth that was hanging from a tree. “These sloths are scaring the scales of of me.” Retro Mint picked up the human with one talon. “Wow. Humans are really small. I wonder how they killed the SandWing Queen…” Retro Mint thought. Soon they went to a hamlet that had some lowers and colorful feathers-of-paradise birds. They found them and shone its warm yellow sunbeams on them. Peach-colored birds, fruits and RainWings appeared in the irst. Retro Mint saw dark green leaves with water drops mixed with light blue wings and frogs. “I hate this,” grumbled Warinder as she landed on a big fat leaf that had light green on it. Light orange and scarlet red danced on his teal scales. “Please, Warinder,” he calmly said. Soon his angry colors dance stopped. The human pushed a talon and jumped on the same leaf Warinder was one. “Okay...if you can talk, what’s your name?” “My name is Harper.” “That’s a wonderful name,” said Mint.

Biombe Whitney Elementary School Summer STEM

Alaea lives with her grandparents. She and her sister, Dress Blue, both of them have been trying to ind answers to what happened to their parents. Dress Blue still thinks their parents are alive. Her parents are really smart. Blue found some pictures hidden under her grandparents’ room. They were pictures that had clues on how to ind her parents. When she had kept looking for clues she saw blurry pictures. It was like another planet, there were cute aliens and monsters, goblins, and holding hands in the middle there were two people, a husband and a wife. “Those must be my parents,” Alaea said. “They are just people wearing masks sisi. You’re wrong. Next time you should check carefully.” “Al we are going to look for mom and dad. Pack your things, we are going on a trip.”

COLORS

Sadie Whitney Elementary School Summer STEM

Peach color like his skin. Peach color like fruit biting into the juicy goodness. Greenish yellow like soda, greenish yellow like grass. Dark green like his eyes. Blue.

Light blue like eyes under the sky. Light blue like my sorrow like my soul. Brown like free birds. Like my midnight cravings.

Joshua Whitney Elementary School Summer STEM

The color brown so light and majestic at a lounge is where I saw it The room color so pretty I’ve never seen it It’s a memory to remember At a lounge is where I saw it I was shocked at its color and I was speechless It’s a memory to remember never in my life have I seen it I was shocked at its color and I was speechless That day I almost cried for the color brown Never in my life have I seen it Will I cherish this? Yes. Yes I will.

That day I almost cried for the color brown The room color so pretty I’ve never seen it Will I cherish this? Yes. Yes I will. The color brown so light and majestic

Rebekah Whitney Elementary School Summer STEM

People don’t usually mispronounce my name, but people usually spell it wrong. I wish that my name was Hope, or Indigo or Sage. All three of those names are such beautiful names. People used to make fun of me at my old school because of my irst, middle and last name. My mom irst named me Jade but then decided she didn’t want that name for me. I’m ine with people calling me Bekah, just not Becky. I don’t like how long my name is. Seven letters because adults always tell me my full name is too long to put on something, so bracelets and other jewelry usually say Bekah instead of Rebekah. I wish people weren’t so mean in the world and would leave others alone. My full name is Rebekah Ann Dahlin, but people call me “Becky, Ann, or Rebekah Donkey.” I have been dealing with this for a while so I wish my name was Hope, Indigo or Sage. I love sage, one of my favorite colors is indigo and I have a lot of hope for myself and for others. I don’t know if my name means anything, but I know the way my name is spelled is a special way to spell it.

Monique Whitney Elementary School Summer STEM

Restful White is a 9,027-year-old ghost. He is light gray, almost fully white. He lives within the hills of Mt. Tamahashi and if you listen closely, you’ll think that you’ll hear the wind whistling but really you’re hearing Restful White snoring from his deep underground cabin. Then in the morning of a windless day, that’s how you know he’s awake, and when he’s awake there are only a few reasons, but most of the time it’s for food because ater long sleeping days he gets real hungry but he has one problem with eating. It goes in his mouth but instantly drops to the ground so year ater year he gets more and more hungry. One day he decided he was going to go look for food that ghosts could eat. So he packed his stuf and took the irst step out of his house ater 5, 067 years and continued on. He then saw something that reminded him of a special place. He decided to have a peek at the place for a moment so he hiked up to the toppy top of Mt. Tamahashi and looked at the very special place. The spot where Restful White got married as a living human to his now in heaven wife, Peaceful Blue. This place was beautiful. There were willow trees with beautiful light green leaves and dark brown trunks, the wild roses with a magnetic color smelling like Peaceful Blue’s mother’s fresh baked raspberry pie, the hills rolling with long grass waving in the frosty wind as if waves of the the ocean. But now sagebrush had taken over most of the land and and the willows were now dark green and old but the wild roses still held their ininite beauty and lovely smell.