Silence

Katniss Everdeen

Silence is green

It tastes like mint leaves on your tongue

It smells like the green land all around you

And feels like the string of a bow ready to fire

It sounds like the slow wind rustling the bushes

And looks like a deer glowing in the sunlight

Silence is the quiet dinner of deer and bread

Kyle

Wyoming

Buffalos are much bigger than I expected. I was on a family vacation at Moose Head Ranch in Wyoming. Every morning we started our day with a horseback ride. It was usually a quiet ride with deer and birds at our side. My favorite part was when we got to run the horses along the trail. One time when we were running the horses, the guide held up his arm signaling us to stop. I looked around to see what was wrong. Right in front of us, blocking the trail, was a huge buffalo. We waited to see if he would move, but he did not go anywhere. We ended up going off the trail, around the buffalo. I had never seen a buffalo in person before. Wow! They are amazing.

The wild ride

One day at my grandparents house my grandpa asked if I wanted to go on a ride in his golf cart. I wasn’t doing anything at the time so I said sure. My grandfather said it was going to be really scary at night, but I remembered him telling me he took his friends so it can’t be that crazy and, grandfathers always say stuff like that.

My head darts to the right, then back to the right. I do this about ten times before asking if we can go back home. A group of trees is coming up. My cousin and I inspect it like we were the ones trying to find something to eat. There it is, a dark figure laying in the trees, watching us as we dart by. I look closer at the figure but see that it is only a stack of leaves. But then a bark of a coyote coming from somewhere towards the mountain.

I’m glad we have a golf cart because the coyotes would have caught me for sure. We race down the hill in the big white golf cart. Even if there was a coyote it wouldn’t have caught us. I look ah aid and see there is a turn coming up. I ask my grandpa to slow down, but then says “don’t worry”. He slows down a little bit but, enough to make the turn. We make it back home with a grin on my grandfathers face and a scared one one mine.

Wasps

Wasps. I hate them. They are my worst fear. There once was a wasp nest in my mailbox. Every time I reached in my mailbox, one would fly down and land on my hand. I would quickly swing my arm away before it could sting me.
The next day I went over to get the mail, and was surprised no wasp flew out at me. I grabbed the mail and heard a faint buzzing sound. I opened the folded mail and there it was, sitting there, broken. I almost felt sorry for it but then thought of its plan to try to be sneaky and get in my house. I launched the wasp with the mail and walked in side.

I have never been stung by a wasp and hope I never will be.