Thome brought in an awesome share on Monday. He brought in a panda and a dog and a poster from the Climate March that said, “Keep the Black Bears” and a fish. Everybody loved it especially the panda and the dog. We also had a great discussion about marches and climate change and Washington D.C. Rebecca’s cousins came to school on Monday and their names are Catherine, Peter and David. They watched us. They came to watch our quiet time in the library. They were reading with us! They are from London. They are leaving to London so we said, “bye, bye”. Rebecca has 55 cousins! We had movement and we did “Snoozers” which is a dance and we did YMCA and that is also a dance. And movement is when Alexandra teaches us dancing and Alexandra is our teacher. Snoozers is when you dance around crazy and go to sleep every minute and we do a crazy! crazy! crazy! dance like Farmer Joe, KYPs and Susie Q-s. We started a band on Tuesday. Addis, Rebecca, Zooey, Emma D and Emma C are in it. Rebecca made a sign-up sheet around the school on Wednesday so that people could join. Kids brought in instruments and played in music and outside time. Addis brought in his mandolin. Rebecca brought in her violin. Colby laminated (pictures of) fish from Vermont and we looked at them so we could make windsocks. We are still working on those. Addy brought in her blanket for share because it is special to her because Suzin and Jon gave it to her when she was a baby. On Thursday we put on a play it is called Mashenka and the Bear. It is about a young girl that lives in Russia. She goes mushrooming with her friends and she gets lost and she gets captured by a brown bear. Then she tricked the bear so she could get free. Emma was Mashenka. Thome was the brown bear (and he did a great bear growling voice). On Friday we went to Equinox in the rain. It was the best day ever! We walked up a stream near the pond and found the end of the stream! We discovered that the mouth of the stream was at the bottom of a hill we decided this makes sense since water flows downhill. Many of us went in the water. Addis got seriously stuck in the mud and had to take his boot off to get unstuck. We called that mud quicksand even though it was mud. Rebecca found Jack in the Pulpits with Sarah. We found more ramps and we harvested some for Alley to eat. We found F.B.I everywhere! We also found horesetail which does look like a horse’s tail. And we learned that ref efts are just young salamanders. Mike came too! We stopped to get hot chocolate on the way back and it was a surprise. It was so much fun to explore the creek in the rain.
(Addis, Addy, Bella, Colby, Emma, Rebecca, Thome and Zooey)
Emma would like you to know the story of “Mashenka and the Bear” by James Riordan
Here it is…
An old peasant and his wife had a granddaughter, Mashenka. One summer’s day, the little girl’s friends came to ask her to go mushrooming with them in the meadow.
“Granny, Granddad,” cried Mashenka. “May I go out to play? I’ll bring you lots of mushrooms, I promise.”
“Run along then,” the old pair said, “but careful you don’t go near the forest, or else the wolves or bears will get you.”
Off skipped the girls toward the meadow at the forest edge. Mashenka knew that the best and biggest mushrooms grew beneath the trees and bushes in the forest. Almost without noticing it, she wandered out of sight of her friends. She moved from tree to tree, from bush to bush, picking a basketful of mushrooms – reds and yellows, browns and whites. All the while, she went deeper and deeper into the forest. Suddenly, she looked up and realized she was lost.
“Hell-oooo! Hell-oooo!” she called.
There was no reply.
Someone heard her nevertheless.
From the trees came a rustling and a cracking, and out stepped a big, brown bear. When he set eyes on the little girl, he threw up his arms in joy.
“Aha” he cried. “You’ll make a fine servant for me, my pretty one.”
Taking the girl roughly by the arm, he dragged her to his cottage in the depths of the dark wood. Once inside, he growled at her, “Now stoke the firm, cook some porridge, and make my home neat and clean.”
There now began a miserable life in the bear’s cottage for poor Mashenka. Day after day, she toiled form dawn to dusk, afraid the bear would eat her. All the while, she thought of how she could escape. Finally, an idea came to her.
“Mister Bear,” she said politely, “may I go home for a day to show my grandparents I am alive and well?”
“Certainly not,” growled the bear. “You’ll never leave here. If you have a message, I’ll take it myself.”
That was just what Mashenka had planned. She baked some cherry pies, piled them on a dish and fetched a big basket. Then she called the bear.
“Mister Bear, I’ll put the pies in this basket for you to carry home. Remember, though, not to open the basket, and don’t touch the pies. I’ll be watching. When you set off, I’ll climb on the roof to keep an eye on you.”
“All right, pretty one,” grumbled the bear. “Just let me take a nap before I go.”
No sooner was the bear asleep than Mashenka quickly climbed on the roof and made a lifelike figure out of a pole, her coat, and headscarf. Then she scrambled down, squeezed into the basket, and pulled the dish of cherry pies over her head. When the bear woke up and saw the basket ready, he hoisted it on to his broad back and set off for the village.
Through the trees he ambled with his load, and soon he felt tired and footsore. Stopping by a tree stump, he sank down to rest, thinking of eating a cherry pie. But just as he was about to open the basket, he heard Mashenka’s voice.
“Don’t sit there all day, and don’t you touch those pies.”
Glancing around, he could just see her figure on his roof.
“My, my, that maid has sharp eyes,” he mumbled to himself.
Up he got and continued on his way.
On and on he went, carrying the heavy load.
Soon he came upon another tree stump.
“I’ll just take a rest and eat a cherry pie,” he thought, puffing and panting. Yet once again, Mashenka’s muffled voice was heard.
“Don’t sit down and don’t touch those pies. Go straight to the village like I told you.”
He looked back, but could not longer see his house.
“Well, I’ll be blowed!” he exclaimed. “She’s got eyes like a hawk, that girl.”
So on he went.
Through the trees he shuffled, down into the valley, on through groves of ash, up grassy knolls until, finally, he emerged into a meadow.
“I must rest my poor feet,” he sighed. “And I’ll just have one small pie to refresh me. She surely cannot see me now.”
But from out of nowhere came a distant voice.
“I can see you! I can see you! Don’t you touch those cherry pies! Go on, Mister Bear.”
The bear was puzzled, even scared.
“What an extraordinary girl she is,” he growled, hurrying across the field.
At last he arrived at the village, stopped at Mashenka’s door and knocked loudly.
“Open up, open up!” he cried gruffly. “I’ve brought a present from your granddaughter.”
The moment they heard his voice, however, dogs came running from all the yards. Their barking startled him so much, he left the basket at the door and made off toward the forest without a backward glance.
How surprised Mashenka’s grandparents were when they opened the door, found the basket and saw no one in sight.
Granddad lifted up the lid, stared hard and could scarcely believe his eyes. For there, beneath the cherry pies sat the little girl, alive and well.
Granny and Granddad both danced with joy, hugged Mashenka and said what a clever girl she was to trick the bear. Soon, all her friends heard the news and came running to hug and kiss her, too. Mashenka was so happy.
In the meantime, deep in the forest, the old bear had reached home and shouted to the figure on the roof to make his tea. Of course, it did not take him long to learn that the wise young girl had tricked him.
Sorry no photos this week due to some technical issues. Let your imaginations abound!