This swallow story is from Amelia, a fourth grader. It has several chapters to it, and runs three pages long, so I'll post the first two chapters today, then add more tomorrow. It's really quite amazingly creative!
Never in the name of Pittsburgh has a swallow been a human. Well, that's about to change!
A Cold Winter Day
It was a cold November winter day, snow was lightly sprinkling. Morris was pacing back and forth. Being the leader of the flock wasn't easy. It was fifty days before they left for their 7,500 mile trip. Goya was cold already and he didn't think they would make it. The cliff swallows were tiny and had to fly all the way to San Juan Capistrano, California. It was unimaginable, plus most would have frost bite. The wind howled. He knew he had no choice.
"Coo coo! Cooooooooo! Coo cooooo!" Morris practically shouted above the wind. "We are gathered here today to vote whether or not we should leave Goya early. Everyone who wants to stay, coo." None of the swallows cooed.
"We leave tonight then!" Morris declared. Everyone cheered.