FreeZone Academy at Elma, WA

“Who are you?” quaked the snail, as he pulled in his head, “And what do you do so close to my bed?”

“I am Theta, the static, the lover of snails; I am careful, my dear, not to step on small tails.”

“I am Theta, the mover, the shaker of pails; which are empty, my dear, of snails with small tails.”

“Who are you,” quaked the leaf, as it floated so free, “Did you cause this great gust so I fell from my tree?”

“I am Theta, the static, the lover of trees; I am careful, dear leaf, not to crush such as thee.”

“I am Theta, the mover, the shaker of trees; it’s your duty in autumn to flee from the tree.”
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By Patricia Krenik

Kumu was a leader, top-of-the line.  His army listened to him. Kumu was respected; his men would follow his orders, of that he had no doubt.  The point of invasion was near; activity boomed in all quarters.  He would win this war.

Kumu was also an angry man whose goal was to take over the entire planet of Tropic.  He eagerly looked forward to receiving the last of the reports showing all plans and personnel in place and ready to go.

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At a great distance from the planet Tropic, General Antsy on the planet Org was receiving reports about unwanted war activity stirring on the planet Tropic.  “Not again,” he thought.  Annoyed that the planet was forever plotting wars against their own kind, he asked for a consultation with his Commander in Chief.

“President Geo,” the General said in a friendly, confident manner, “These wars on Tropic have been going on for a thousand years.  It is time to put a stop to it once and for all.  Permission to send out the Fazer Fleet to phase out Tropic requested.”

“Send it to me in writing and I’ll give it a look over,” the Commander replied.  General Antsy smiled to himself; that was as good as a “go”.

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