The Pairie Dog

It all started when my mom took my family fishing one day. She decided to take us to a place where she went fishing as a little girl. (They caught many fish there.) So we went to this lake called Lost Creek. It took us a really long time to get there. It is in a town named Croydon (over by devil’s slide). In this town the speed limit was like 20 so it took us a half hour to get through the town, because my mom wouldn’t break the speed limit. We only saw one car in this journey but it was going the same way as us and passed us at about 50 miles per hour. My mom still stayed at the same speed. Eventually we were there. It was a huge lake but unfortunately the side of the lake that she went fishing on was blocked off because it was private property. So we just started fish on the side of the lake that we were on. It all was good except we didn’t get any bites. There were some prairie dogs and chipmunks. They kept getting into the persons tackle box right next to us. Before I knew what was happening my brothers kept coming by and taking all the marshmallows. I couldn’t see what they were doing until I went over and saw them using a fishing line as a trap with a marsh mallow as bate. They would always never pull the line hard enough. So I found some extra line on the ground and made a trap. The entire trap consisted of was a slip knot with a loop on the ground with the line in my hand. After I set it up right in front of the creatures I just looked the other way and acted like I looking at the mountain, while looking at it with my peripheral vision. When the prairie dog stepped in the loop I pulled but I pulled up slightly so it went right over his head. I set it up again quickly. When I pulled the fishing line the second time the fishing line when right under his or her arms. It was a victory for all of 5 seconds. Then it started to scream, it was very high pitch. That’s when I tried to let it go, but when I was loosing the knot it bit me on my left index finger. So I just cut it loose. During all this my mom saw me catch it and was very mad. Apparently she had told us to stop several times but I did not hear. We had to leave right then. My mom didn’t know it had bitten me until we were at our grandparents’ house about an hour later. When she found out she got really really mad. She had to take me to the doctor. She was very worried I would have to take the $5,000 rabies’ shots. I felt very bad at this point. In the end the doctor told me that in the past ten years they haven’t had one with rabies that they are aware of. So he just wanted me to take some pills that would take care of the other things prairie dogs had.

Cross Country

This week I have been mad about one thing, but before I tell you what it’s about I need to tell you some background information. My sister was a major runner for Davis High School. She started in 9^th grade because some friends wanted her to run track with her. These friends were and are very fast. After they got her to come she has been dedicated to the sport of running. She runs year round and went to state a couple times for track. She also did exceptional in cross-country. My sister has many medals that are hers. But this is not just any running team it’s Davis’ cross-country team. Layton’s cross-country team is horrible (sorry for the Layton fans out there, but it is). My sister got me to come and train with the cross-country team for half the summer before eighth grade. Then I quite because I took to many vacations and I couldn’t keep up so I didn’t want to. This summer was different know one made me I ran but I knew I wouldn’t be able to run because we are in Layton’s boundaries line is now less than a football field away from my house. When the schools’ boundaries were first made it didn’t matter to me because I could just get a variance. But it limits one of four years. This year I even kept training into the school year, until now. I loved running early Monday mornings on this trail that we only ran on Mondays. Then we usually met on Thursdays and sometimes Tuesdays too. Even if we didn’t meet we were suppose to run on our own. I made tones of friends. There were only about 15 freshmen that came. I ran an average of about 5 miles a day. Sometimes double that. Recently, I was at one of the meets (even though I can’t race) and the Layton coach saw me, although I was not sure when I saw him, when I was warming up. He asked me what school I was in and I said Fairfield then he asked me which high school. I told him I would attend Davis High School. He continued to question me, but I ran off because it was scary. When I found out that it was the Layton coach I was mad with myself. His team is desperate they don’t even have enough people to score. The next thing I knew I saw the Layton coach do its walk over to my coach, Coach Tally (Tally’s a really good runner that ran a 100 mile race last week), and talk with him. I knew it was about me and I got really made at myself for talking to strangers. I asked my coach and he said the Layton coach was cool about it. So I stopped worrying. I kept training I was running everyday. I was going to all the meets and cheering on my friends. Then one day I was told I couldn’t go anymore because the Layton coach went to the district, and got me in trouble just for training with them. I couldn’t believe it, that they wouldn’t even let me train with them. So I stopped going in this last week. I just can’t believe the Layton coach!

Soccer

I love soccer. It is my favorite sport. Right now I am on a team so good that we win every game by at least five points, but only five points. Our coach told us we can only win by five points because he doesn’t want us to demolish the other team. So when we can only win by five points, like last Saturday, You want to give them the ball so they can score. Even when you do that and only act like you are trying, they still mess up and miss and very rarely do they score. So you might say that my team is not that great it is just that the other teams are very bad. This is not the nicest thing to say, but it is true. This is my sixth grade on this team. We have about the same people every year, with about two or three new people. So we know each other very well. This is the reason why I think we are so good. We have had a couple of years when we lost every game. Then we have had some years when we are so good that we do not let a goal in the whole year. This year could be one of those years except our coach only lets us win by five. So on days like last Saturday, we score that in the first fifteen minutes. It is even hard for us to let them score because we set it up perfect and then they miss the goal. OH well, so we scored for some almost goals so we beat them by seven. Not that bad, heh just kidding, we were not trying to score those last two. We were just playing keep away when the ball hits the back of one of there players and goes in. It was not our fault, but we scored. That game was very sad. Two years ago we were on the same team and we lost every game some by one and some by ten. It was not very much fun. We were just glad when we could score a goal or two. I guess that is why our coach wants us to not kill these guys. For another reason it is not nice, but what do you do if you are giving the ball right to them and they still can not score. I do not know but it gets really hard. Last year we were undefeated but we were not this good. It was close most games, but we always pulled through. Even against the closest teams. We might only win by one but that is all you have to win by. Three years ago (I was on the same team) we only let one or two goals in. I was the goalie when both of these went in so I was blamed, but we were still undefeated. So I think this year will be like three years ago except I do not play goalie anymore. We have other people that like to play goalie…

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