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ContentsIllustrated Story Contest Winners

Syeca by Lucyanna Labadie................................................................................3

The Top of Sea Scape Mountain by Elizabeth Kelley..........................................6

The Battle by the Sea by Cotey Anderegg............................................................8

Gabrielle the Adventuress by Gabrielle Rozumek................................................9

Featured Adult Author

Jane Whipple and the Owlhawk by Jack Thrombly ..........................................10

Additional Material

Review of Sky Carver, by Dean Whitlock ......................................................13

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ASEY’S MIND WAS not on herwork. It was far away in herimaginary land, the land of

Syeca. In her thoughts, she imaginedemerald green hills and magnificentforests, with sparkling green blue riv—Her thoughts were interrupted by hermother’s call: “Honey, have you fin-ished your school work yet?”

“Almost, Mom,” she answered. Shesighed as she let her thoughts slideaway from Syeca and go towardswhat’s the square root of 326....

Casey was a blue-eyed, black hairedgirl (well, it was almost black, a dark-ish brown). She was home-schooled,so she had a lot of time for daydream-ing (which she loved to do). She alsoliked to read, and lost herself in fairytales and books of magical places.One day, Casey decided to hike up amountain that was not far from whereshe lived, but far away enough so sheknew she could be alone. It wasn’t thatshe was selfish, it was just that sheliked peace and quiet.

She had packed for lunch a casse-role, an apple, and a good-sized waterbottle. At eight o’clock in the morningshe was ready to go. She had just gotout the door when she rememberedsomething. She ran back in the houseand wrote her mom a quick note say-ing she’d be back in a few hours.

When she had made it a goodhalfway up the mountain, she sudden-ly felt drowsy. She stumbled on a fewmore steps, but it was useless. Caseysat down with her back against a rockand fell asleep.

It seemed like hours later when shewoke up in the dark. She let her eyesadjust to the dim light and got up tosee where she was. “Mom’s going to beso worried,” she told herself. Caseymoved closer to a welcomed light infront of her. When she was nearenough, she saw that she was in a littlestick house that was set against a rockledge. The ground beneath her wasunusually soft, and when she lookeddown, she realized it was fresh moss,

and it was actually growing all over thefloor of the little stick house!

Surprised, Casey looked around tosee where she was. “That’s strange,”she said aloud. She pinched herself tomake sure she wasn’t dreaming,because the place she was in lookedexactly like her imaginary land ofSyeca! The light that was in front ofher was a small fire, with a pot of souphanging over it. Casey went closer,because the night air was a little cold.As she did, something fluttered pasther head and landed on an oldsycamore tree nearby. She saw that itwas a small owl.

Slowly and weakly, Casey noticed,the owl flew down and landed on theground. It suddenly transformed into agirl, dressed in tattered robes, butbeautiful robes. Casey saw with sur-prise that the girl looked like a mirrorimage of herself! Suddenly the girlwhispered, “Help me.”

Casey slowly walked to the girl’sside and knelt down. She put her handon the girl’s forehead and drew it backquickly. It was hot, and Casey sensedthat the girl was not well. Slowly, thegirl reached her hand into a sasharound her waist and pulled out asmall wooden bowl. She gestured withher hand towards the pot on the fire.Casey understood and knelt down nextto the pot as she filled the bowl withsoup. She handed it to the girl, whosmiled in response. Casey sat politelywaiting for the girl to finish. When thegirl had eaten, she sat up, stronger nowthat she wasn’t hungry.

“Thank you,” she said to Casey.“You’re welcome,” Casey answered

back. Then she noticed a scar on thegirl’s arm. “Have you been hurt?” sheasked.

The girl shuddered. “This land maybe beautiful, yes, but there are enemies

SyecaWritten and illustrated by Lucyanna LabadieAge 10, Stockbridge, Vermont

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everywhere.” She sighed. “My peoplesent me as a messenger to gather othertribes together so that we could fightthem, but the enemies recognized myowl disguise and attacked me.

“I know one weakness of the ene-mies, though. They have all comethrough a secret door that no one canfind. If it is closed, forever, then theirsource of life that comes from throughthe door will be blocked from them,and they will perish. I want to find thatdoor, but I need help.” She looked asCasey hopefully.

Casey felt a surge of happiness gothrough her. Here at last was someonewho liked the same things she did. “Ofcourse I’ll help,” she said kindly to thegirl.

The next morning, Casey woke upwith the sun shining directly into thestick hut.The girl was not in sight. Justthen she heard footsteps behind her,and she turned around to see the girlwalking through the trees. She wascarrying a wooden cup filled with freshwater.

The girl saw Casey’s surprised faceand laughed. “There’s a small streamthat runs under the ledge. It’s full offresh, cold water.” She smiled as Caseysipped it down. It was a wonderful

feeling that it gave, a new burst ofenergy….so magical. “Come on, weshould get going…. We should followthe river.”

Casey walked through the trees andstared in awe. Alongside her right,there was a path that led no doubt towhere the girl had gotten the water.Before her was a wonderful———gushing waterfall, that fell into asparkling blue river. Emerald greenhills and magnificent forests in the dis-tance made the view spectacular. Caseystared speechlessly.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said the girl,who had walked up beside her. “Comeon, we should get going.” The girlstarted up a path that led up the side of

the waterfall. Casey followed. Whenthey had made it half way up the path,Casey stopped — the air to hersmelled smoky. The girl, who was afew paces ahead, must have sensed ittoo, for she stopped and turned toCasey. There was a grim expression onher face. Without a word, she turnedand ran up the path out of sight, notstopping to tell Casey what was thematter.

Casey followed, puzzled, throughthe smoke, which was thicker now.She walked on for what seemed likehours. When at last the smoke hadlifted, Casey gasped at the dismal sightall around her. The grass was a sicklyyellowish brown and looked as if allthe life had been drained out of it.Casey knelt down and, with a grimace,noticed that the ground beneath herwas parched and dry. The few treesthat still had leaves to show had barelywhat you would call leaves anyway,though there were few. They wereshriveled up and revealed no sign thatthey had ever been green and alive.Casey was saddened by this — itlooked nothing like her first sight ofthis land.

Suddenly a fierce will brokethrough her sadness. She would findthat door and make sure that no onefrom another world would make itthrough ever again. But where wasshe? There was no sign of life, and thesmoke must have led her far away fromthe waterfall. She started off, seeing abit of dark green lining a hill ahead,

probably a few hoursaway.

A while later, Caseycame to a forest. She satdown on a tree root torest. It was then a soundstarted. Slow tinklingnotes at first, but then itgot louder and more com-plicated. After a few min-utes it was very loud.With all those notesstrumming together, itmade it hard to think of

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anything else. Then it was quiet. Caseystood up, and when she turned to theforest she saw with bewilderment thatthere was a door of light that hadopened up in front of her. Around it, itshimmered with an unending glow. It’sradiance made everything around itglow with life. Casey wondered whyshe had not seen it before. Before long,she understood why. She had stepped

sideways to be away from that blindinglight, and it had vanished altogether.Puzzled, she stepped back to her firstposition and saw it again, just asbrightly.

Just then, the girl came over a smallhill that was in sight of the forest. Shesaw Casey and ran up next to her. “I’msorry I ran off….” her voice trailed offwhen she saw the door. She threw her

arms around Casey, laughing and cry-ing at the same time. “Thank you.”She paused — “What is your name?”

“Casey, what’s yours?”“Syeca.” The two girls exchanged

confused expressions.“That’s what I always called your

world,” Casey said quietly.“Me too.” Syeca sighed. “Then, I

guess we can’t be…seeing each otheragain?”

“Maybe not, but I’ll never forgetyou. I’ll try to come back some day.”Casey looked at Syeca quizzically,because Syeca was smiling.

“Oh, we’ll meet again, don’t youworry.”

The two girls had grown to befriends, and they did not want to beseparated. They hugged again, thistime with tears. They bid farewell, andshut the door. Forever.

Epilogue:

When Casey stepped back through thedoor, she saw that what had been thedoor of light in the other world was justan old hollow tree trunk in her own.

She went quickly home, only tofind that the clock read nine o’clocka.m., Tuesday, the second. No time atall had passed since she went into themagical land, and her mother wasn’teven awake yet!

Casey walked regularly to the old tree,but she never felt the handle of the door.But, once in a while, she could see thatwonderful place and she knew in herheart that it would always be her imagi-nary land, the land of Syeca.

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NCE THERE WAS a dragonnamed Sea Scar. He ruleda mountain that was icycold. It was called Sea

Scape Mountain. Sea Scar was a purple drag-

on that had green spikes that wentdown his back and ended at the tip ofhis tail. He also wore glasses and onhis back lay a maroon, wide-spread

set of wings. He was a very selfishdragon.

Down in a meadow lived two fairiesthat were sisters. The oldest, Fantasia andthe youngest, Lucinda. Fantasia had pur-ple hair and wore a blue dress. Lucindahad blonde hair and wore a green dress.They both knew Sea Scar and thoughtthat he was selfish because he wouldn’tlet any creature set foot on Sea Scape.

“I wish Sea Scar would let us go onhis mountain,” said Lucinda.

“I know,” said Fantasia. “But it is hismountain. And any way, aren’t youhappy here in the meadow?”

“Of course,” replied Lucinda. “It’sso tempting to see what’s up therethough and I—”

“Lucinda, you specifically know thatSea Scar would never let one creatureset foot on Sea Scape,” interruptedFantasia. “So don’t start dreaming!”

“Man! Am I glad this is my mountain!”said Sea Scar. “Look at all of the emer-alds and rubies I have found.” Sea Scaronce again found another batch oftreasures. In fact, he was a very richdragon. “Whew! Sometimes I do getkind of lonely up here....all alone. Wait!What am I thinking?!! This is mymountain and no creature can set footon it! Huh.”

Sea Scar got so upset that he blewfire-balls right in the meadow! Themeadow was set on fire!

“Lucinda! Watch out!” cried Fantasia.A big ball of fire was flying down SeaScape.

“Oh no! Not Sea Scar. He’s set ourmeadow on fire!” cried Lucinda.

“Lucinda! Remember your fairydust?” asked Fantasia while dodging allof the fire balls. “Use it!”

So the fairies both sprinkled theirfairy dust to burn down the fire. “I’mgoing to talk to that Sea Scar. But lookat our home!” Then Lucinda sat on arock weeping. The fairies’ home was allburned up and all black.

“Come on Lucinda. We are going tomarch up that mountain no matterwhat it takes!” Fantasia grabbed her sis-ter’s hand and started heading up SeaScape Mountain.

TheTop of Sea Scape MountainWritten and illustrated by Elizabeth KelleyAge 11, Woodstock, Vermont


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At the top of the mountain, Sea Scarwas lying there, breathlessly on theground. “I think I’m going to, uh, passout!” said Sea Scar as he was trying tocatch his breath from blowing all of hisfire-balls. “I just think I’m going totake a teeny little drago-nap. Yeah,that’s what I will....do.” Sea Scar was ina very deep sleep.

“We’re almost at the top,” saidFantasia.

“We are the first creatures to even setfoot on Sea Scape Mountain,” pointedout Lucinda.

“Yes. You are right,” said Fantasia.The faries kept on walking untilFantasia yelled, “STOP!!” Both fairieshalted. “Why are we wasting our energywalking instead of using our fairy wingsto fly?”

“I don’t know,” replied Lucinda.“Let’s fly!”

The fairy sisters jumped into the skyand started to fly up the mountain.Soon, they were at the top of Sea ScapeMountain. Lucinda saw Sea Scar andstarted to freak out. “Well, see you laterFantasia! I might see you nextDewday!” Lucinda said sarcastically.“Bye!”

“Hey! Hey! Hey! You are not goinganywhere! We made it this far and we’renot turning back until I talk to thatdragon!” yelled Fantasia.

“But....Oh, all right.”“Okay. Watch this: AHHHHHHH-

HHH!!!!” screamed Fantasia at the topof her lungs.

Sea Scar immediately woke up.“What do you two little fairies thinkyou’re doing on my mountain?”

“I....I....Uh....” “We have to, uh, talk to you,” said

Fantasia bravely. “Well then little miss. What do you

want to talk to me about? Huh? Are youafraid?” said Sea Scar in a very mean way.

“I....I....w-w-wanted to....to tell....” “We wanted to tell you to knock off

the fire-balls! Okay? Because you set ourhome on fire and now we have knowplace to live!!” Lucinda said bravely asshe started to cry.

“Well I’m....I'm....sorry!! I didn'tmean to set your home on fire! I was justreally upset because I'm just so lonely,”said Sea Scar. “I really, really didn’t meanto. But please don’t cry. I hate to see thathappen!” said Sea Scar as he started cry-ing himself.

“Oh Sea Scar! Don’t start crying,” saidLucinda. She wiped a dew-drop from his

eye. “We want just one favor,” whisperedLucinda. “Which is just—a home.”

“Okay. It’s only fair. You know what?You can live on my....uh.... um....SeaScape. Yes, you may live on Sea ScapeMountain.”

Lucinda and Fantasia could notbelieve their own ears. “Did you just saymy sister and I may live on Sea ScapeMountain?”

“Yes I did,” said Sea Scar proudly.“Yes I did!”

So from that day to this, all creaturesare allowed in Sea Scape. And Sea Scar isno more a selfish dragon!

“So, you wanna go for a ride nextDewday?”

“How about next Windsday?” “It’s a ride!”

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The Battle by the SeaWritten and illustrated by Cotey AndereggAge 10, Sharon, Vermont


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AR AWAY, IN the land of Dillremnor,a doe walked slowly into a clearingin the woods. A few seconds later a

fawn walked after her. A rustle and a snapstartled them from browsing. The doelooked around in alarm, but soon wentback to pulling grass, when a tall man in

green and browndropped lightly from a

branch. He walked over to the doe andthe fawn licked his hand. He was anElion, one of the woodfolk ofDillremnor.

Suddenly the ground began toshake and a cloud of dust rose in thedistance. The doe ran into the woodand the Elion swung into the trees. Agroup of men riding on wild buffalocame riding into the clearing, slashingat everything in their way with doubleended swords. They were Dinrodells,terrors of Dillremnor.

They swept through the trees tothe beach like a thunderstorm. On thebeach sat a dragon (Delgarad, by name)with his tail wrapped around his feet,like an enormous cat. The Dinrodellscame sweeping down the beach and assoon as they saw Delgarad they rushedat him, cutting at him with their longswords.

The Dinrodells didn’t know it, butthey were being watched by a solitaryform on a very high branch in the for-est. A minute later it faded into thetrees.

The dragon was taken by surprise andcould not get to the water. TheDinrodells made a ring and closed in

on Delgarad.Meanwhile,

the same personthat had watched

the Dinrodells wasswinging throughthe trees. He

dropped into a hugeclearing where a large quartz

stone was set. The stone glowedwith a green light that showed a horn.It was made from a walrus tusk andinlaid with bronze. He walked up tothe horn and blew it. A high, clear,

steady note rang out. The light showedthat he was the same Elion. OtherElions seemed to appear in the trees.

The dragon bit and lashed its tail, butthere were too many Dinrodells. Once,they all heard a shrill whistle comingfrom the woods. But the Dinrodellsreturned to fighting.

Just then, a rain of throwing spearscame whistling from the woods. Onehundred Elions moved from the shad-ows. The Dinrodells saw they were out-numbered and fled. The Elions chasedthem only a little way and then turnedback to the dragon.

After the Elions had tended to hishurts and cuts, he dove into the sea.After a farewell flap of his tail, he swamoff towards the reef. He saw a glint inthe distance. He was tired and hungry ashe swam towards the school of fish.

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HERE ONCE WAS a little girl namedGabrielle who dreamed that shewas on a pirate ship. She woke up

on the pirate ship — the same pirateship that she was dreaming about! Theship looked rusty, creepy, and veryscary. A spider web completely coveredthe ship.

The pirates thought that Gabriellewas one of their enemies. Captain BlueBeard ordered his men to grab her anddrag her to the mast post. Captain BlueBeard shouted to his men, “Tie herup!”

Gabrielle said, “I am not one ofyour enemies, I am here by mistake. Iwas dreaming, then I woke up, openedmy eyes and I was laying on your pirateship.”

The pirates untied Gabrielle andthey became friends. They gave her abird that would take Gabrielle wherev-er she wanted to go. But before shecould say where she wanted to go, the

bird flew off with Gabrielle on herback. Gabrielle said stop, but the birddid not stop, because they were flyingover water. Soon the bird, whichGabrielle named Sally, found land. ButSally and Gabrielle did not know theland was full of ghosts.

They landed safely in the sand.Gabrielle and Sally made a house out ofmud to live in together. They ate theirdinner and went to bed. All of a suddena ghost came into the house. Gabriellesaid, “Stop kicking me Sally.”

“I am not kicking you. Then theyboth opened their eyes. Before themwas a ghost. He had a big head, big eyesand a cape that looked like bat wings.The ghost said, “Boo!”

Gabrielle and Sally screamed andthey ran out of the house. Gabriellehopped on Sally and they flew toanother land. When they got to thenew land it was already morning.Gabrielle said, “Look, I see a castle!”

So Sally and Gabrielle went to seethe castle.

They walked inside the castlewhere the king was sitting in the royalchair. He thought that Gabrielle washis daughter. Gabrielle said, “I am notyour daughter.”

“Then where is my daughter?”Gabrielle had no idea where the King’sdaughter was. She told the King: “Ifyou let us live with you, we will helpyou find your daughter.”

So Gabrielle, Sally and the Kingwent into the forest to look for hisdaughter. They looked and looked, butthe King’s daughter was nowhere to befound. They went back to the castleand Gabrielle said, “I know where wedid not look, behind the castle. Let’s golook behind the castle.” And they did.

When they got to the back of thecastle, they saw the King’s daughter.Gabrielle and Sally came back to theKing with his daughter. The King said,“Thank you for finding Lilly.”

The King told Gabrielle and Sallythat they could stay at the castle andlive with them. Gabrielle and Sallylived happily in the castle for a verylong time.

Gabrielle the AdventuressWritten and illustrated by Gabrielle RozumekAge 7, Woodstock, Vermont


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OTS OF KIDS have imaginaryfriends, but not JaneWhipple. She had an

imaginary Airship. All day longwhile she was doing fractions,or vocab, or history, shecould look out the win-dow of her elementaryschool and see it float-ing gently in the airhigh above her house. Itdrifted there and never floatedaway, because it wasanchored by a long silverchain to the invisibletower leading up fromher bedroom.

Jane’s ship wascalled the Owlhawk,and it looked a littlelike a real old-stylegalleon, with cannonsand portholes andhigh decks; but instead of sails ithad a single enormous graywing, with feathers as long as aschool bus and as wide asyour forearm. It’s figure-head was carved into theface of an enormous owlwith huge staring eyes, whichshone like golden lamps in the dark-ness of the midnight sky.

The first mate of the Owlhawkwas an old Scottish dragon namedBaurugard, who wore a funny hatand spoke with a funny accent, halfScottish and half Dragon. He hadtwo bad habits when he spoke: Thefirst was a tendency to wax very longand excessively poetic about themoors, where he had lived when he

was but a lad. Thesecond was the invol-

untary tendency to spraylittle sparks of dragon

fire as he spoke.This second habit

forced him to carry awater can with him every-where he went, so that he

could douse any fires hemight inadvertently

ignite with his inflamma-tory oratory, not to men-tion necessitating that heavoid the powder maga-zine at all costs. (You may

already know this,but a powdermagazine is nota flimsy sort ofbooklet with

glossy pages. It’s alittle room where

the gunpowder andcannonballs are kept.

And let me tell you, onelittle spark of dragon fire

in there and KABOOM!No more Owlhawk!)Aside from Baurugard, the crew

was composed (with three notableexceptions) of owls. This was partiallybecause owls fly in perfect silence,and Baurugard required perfectsilence to listen to the winds so thathe could navigate the ship properly;and partially because they suited theoverall design of the ship so well thatBaurugard couldn’t resist signingthem on the very moment that helearnt of an out-of-work owlish piratecrew.

In addition to the owls there wasa pair of capybaras (large furry rodentsfrom South America) named Sam andIvor, who had been conscripted toman (or rather to capybara) the pow-der magazine. (Anyone who has everseen an owl trying to load a cannon-ball into a cannon must admit thatthey are far more amusing than effec-tive in such a venture!) Now, the pow-der magazine is rarely used outside ofcombat, and though armed withtwelve guns and generally consideredthe “terror of the seven skies,” theOwlhawk was by no means a ship ofwar. It was a ship of high adventure,and, sadly to say, battles are moreoften the end of all adventures thananything else. There was little work todo in tending the magazine and theguns, so some other task had to befound for the capybaras; for as anyoneknows, a ship is no place for idlehands. This is true of air ships no lessthan water ones. Everyone must pulltheir weight if the thing is to float!Fortunately the capybaras were soonfound to be very learned little fellowswith a tremendous knack for main-taining the ships mysterious engines.So this is where they spent much oftheir time.

The final member of the crew wasthe most mysterious and powerful ofthem all! This was a great black pan-ther, Morgwyrr, who kept lookoutfrom a porthole in the lowest depths ofthe ship. (Naturally, unlike a tradition-al ship which has a crow’s-nest as itslookout on the highest mast, an airshiphas its lookout the deep-den, at thelowest point of the ship.) In addition

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to being the lookout he was the mostterrible fighter out of all of them.Even Baurugard with his dragon’s fireand his huge saber couldn’t match theskills of Morgwyrr, who’s claws weresharp enough to slice the underbellyof the south wind and who couldcatch bullets with his teeth as fast asyou could shoot them. The greatdrawback of Morgwyrr lay in the curi-ous way he sometimes had of lookingat the owls, like a giant housecat gaz-ing out the window at some tastylooking birds. And he most certainlycould not be trusted around the capy-baras! (Which was a shame as theywere very fond of him, and loved toscratch behind his ears, and ruffle hisfur, never seeming to realize howtempted he was to snap them up anddevour them in two bites apiece!)They were forever complaining aboutthe injustice of the fact that they werenever allowed to play with the “kitty.”

Thus was the crew ofthe Owlhawk, and all

through the day theyslept, except for

Morgwyrr whonever neededmuch sleep andtended to spendthe day pacingthe decks orpeering outthough his win-dow at theworld below. As

you might haveimagined, they

were waiting forJane, who was their

Captain. At night, after she

had done her chores and herhomework and brushed her teeth

and put on her blue pajamas, Janewould crawl into bed and lay very stillon her back under the covers, listeningto the sound of the TV coming upfrom downstairs, waiting for her par-ents to go to sleep. When at last shewas sure they had gone to bed, shewould push back her dresser to revealthe doorway to the secret stairwell ofthe invisible tower. Then she wouldclimb up the thirty-two stone steps tothe top of the tower, where theOwlhawk would be waiting to takeher aboard.

Then Baurugardwould take her bythe hand andsay: “Whereto, boss?”

And she would say, “Antarctica” or“Australia” or “Ancient Rome” or“Arcturus.” Then Baurugard wouldsmile with his huge crocodile teethand sing out: “You heard the lady,boys! Off we go!!!”

All the owls would hoot “Aye-aye!Aye-aye!!” and off they would sail,swift as the north wind, slicing like anowl’s wing though space and time andthe great dark void which lies betweenthe stars above, until at last theyreached the place Jane had requested.

Then Jane and Baurugard woulddisembark to take part in splendidadventures, meeting kings and queens,or penguins, or seeking long lost ruinsin mountainous jungles, or battlingthe deadly Koala Pirates who man thegolden barges which ply the tides oftime. When their adventures werethrough and Jane was too tired tostand on her feet, Baurugard wouldtake her up into his arms and carryher back to the ship. Then they wouldsail back through time and space tothe invisible tower. He would carryher down the thirty-two steps and layher in her bed, and whisper: “Sleepwell my little Captain, for tomorrowthere wait challenges and adventuresgreater than any we have yet faced.”

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A Fort, quite the sight.A Castle, Wow a palace,for a King.

From a fort to a Palace all a big wow but one thing missing My home the perfect place for me.

By A.J. Barre, Age 7West Lebanon, NH

Ten years ago,

when he was only

three, Thomas

Painter’s parents

left Wanting

Town and never

returned. Now

he lives with his

uncle Piper, and

though his real talent is carving, he is

forced to work towards becoming a

painter, which was his father’s profession.

When a magic wand drops from

the sky one day, Thomas discovers that

he has magical ability, but he doesn’t

know how to control it. His quest for

training in the magical arts leads him,ultimately, in the footsteps of his miss-ing parents, to faraway lands andthrough countless adventures. On thecourse of his journey he meets Ravenand Fireboy, both on quests of theirown. Their paths join, leading them inunexpected directions until at last theyreach a lonely island, shrouded in mys-tery, where a sinister figure dwells....

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THE SCRAPBOOK ATTIC24 Hanover Street, On the Mall

in Downtown Lebanon, NH

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The 32nd Revels North production of The Christmas Revels will feature folktales of the Southern Appalachian Mountains. Tradition bearers DaronDouglas, Suzannah Park, Pete & Karen Sutherland, and Sharon Gouveiaand cast will bring this extraordinary American region to life. Tickets will goon sale at the Hopkins Center Box office 603-646-2422 in mid-September.

Performance Dates: December 14-17th at Spaulding Auditorium at the Hopkins Center.Rehearsals held Monday evenings beginning September 25, 2006

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UpperValley Waldorf School

Inspiring Intellects • Impassioning Hearts • Engaging Wills

80 Bluff Road, PO Box 709, Quechee, VT 05059

(802) 296-2496 • www.uvws.org

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Tip Top Pottery & Beadsa paint-your-own pottery & beading studio

In the Tip Top Building • White River Jct., VT • 802-280-1700 • www.tiptoppottery.comOpen: Tues 2-6, Wed 10 - 6, Thurs & Fri 10 - 9, Sat 10 - 6, Sun 12 - 5, Closed Mon

Parties!birthday parties

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Grand Opening

Satember, Sept. 30

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