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GRADE 5 SAMPLES FROM the 1970S
sampled in Toronto by dph 9-10-oct 03
1st edited by dph 19 dec 2003
Re-edited 21 June 2005

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The Story of the First Bow and Arrow.
The spear shot into the air. =Chicka let out a yell. "It works! It works!"
=Chicka, the cave boy, had made the first bow and arrow.
The first thing he wanted to do was tell everyone about it. But he remembered that someone had
called him =A-boy who talks like a man. They would laugh at him. He thought for a moment.
There was always his grandfather. What would =O1 say?
He set the bow and arrow down in some bushes and raced back to the cave. =Teesa and =Mea
were there. "Where is =Ol?" =Chicka panted.


=Teesa looked wonderingly at her grandson. "He is on guard near the ladder."
=Chicka found =01 standing watch near the ladder. "The =CaveBear again," said =01. "He has
come closer to the village. We have put more men on guard. The beast came as far as the ladder
last night."
"My zoomer," =Chicka exclaimed, "it works! You must see it right away."
"Yes, now that I have finished my turn guarding, you must show it to me." He sat down and
made himself comfortable while =Chicka set out to show how the zoomer worked.
"Like this," said =Chicka as he carefully fitted the arrow to the string. Then he raised and bent
the bow.
"The tree," suggested =01. "Aim at that big oak."
=Chicka took careful aim, stepped back, and let the arrow fly. There was a short twanging sound,
and the



Look at =Snoopy in the cartoon. What is the cartoonist, =Charles =Schulz, trying to say to us?
How is this cartoon like a fable? How is it different from other fables that you have read?
Is it easier to climb up, or to climb back down? If =Snoopy ever gets down, what might he say
about his adventure? Put his words into the form in which =Aesop's morals were expressed. Try
to cartoon a "fable idea" as =Schulz did with =Snoopy. Perhaps you will have the characters in
your cartoon speaking.
Were you surprised to find that the spider in "The Panther in the Pit" was such a good fellow?
Read this poem to find out whether this spider is a hero or a villain.
THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.-
" It is the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you
are there."
"Oh, no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.



didn't live in a green meadow where he could run about and kick up his heels.
Instead, he lived upstairs in a big brick building in =NewYork. =Joey worked for Mr =Polaski
who sold fruit and vegetables to city people. =Joey pulled the vegetable wagon through the city
streets. And in =NewYork, there isn't room for barns or meadows.
So every night when =Joey came home, he stepped out from the shafts of the wagon, and into an
elevator, and up he went to his stall on the fourth floor of the big brick building. It was a fine stall
and =Joey was very comfortable there. He had plenty of oats to eat and plenty of fresh straw to
lie on.
He even had a window to look out of. But still =Joey . was discontented. "How I long to sip fresh
water from a babbling brook!" he often exclaimed.
And then he would sniff discontentedly at the old bath tub near the elevator which served him as
a watering trough.
It wasn't that he had to work hard. Mr =Polaski was kind to him and brought him home at five
o'clock every day.
In the winter =Joey had a blanket to wear on his back to keep him warm.
And in the summertime Mr =Polaski got him a hat to wear on his head to keep him cool.
And every day he had many interesting adventures. Sometimes he met a Policeman who gave
him sugar.
Sometimes ladies patted him on the nose and fed him carrots.


A Story About Horses
A favorite book of many students is =Misty of =Chincoteague . Here is one exciting episode.

From =MISTY OF =CHINCOTEAGUE
Meanwhile, in the dark hold of the ship, a small bay y stallion was pawing the floor of his stall.
His iron shoes with their sharp rims and turned-down heels threw a shower of sparks, and he felt
strong charges of electricity. His nostrils flared. The moisture in the air! The charges of
electricity! These were storm warnings, things he knew. Some inner urge told him he must get
his mares to high land before the storm broke. He tried to escape, charging against the chest
board of his stall again and again. He threw his head back and bugled.
From stalls beside him and from stalls opposite him, nineteen heads with small pointed ears
peered out. Nineteen pairs of brown eyes whited. Nineteen young mares caught his anxiety.
They, too, tried to escape, rearing and plunging, rearing and plunging.
But presently the animals were no longer hurling.

MAN-CROW
Once there was a bird in the wood named =Man-crow, and the world was in darkness because of
that bird. So the King offer thousands of pounds to kill him to make the world in light again.
And the King have a daughter, and he promise that, if anyone kill =Man-crow, he will make them
a very rich man an' give one of his daughter to marry.
So thousands of soldiers go in the wood to kill =Man-crow. And they found him on one of the
tallest trees in the woods. And no one could kill him, and they come home back.
So there was a little fellow call =Soliday. 
And he say to his grandmother, "=Grandmother I am very poor. I am going in the wood to see if I
can kill =Man-crow."
And the grandmother answer, "boy, you better go sleep a fireside than you go to the wood  go
dead." =Grandmother, I going to town to buy six bow and arrow."
So he went to =Kingston and bought them.
And when him return home he ask his grandmother to get six Johnny-cade roast, and he put it in
his sack, and he travel in the wood.
He search until he find the spot a place where =Mancrow is, and he see =Man-crow to the highest
part of the tree. And he call to him with this song.



about by the giant tails. Good thing he was so small and could avoid being crushed. Around him
were his friends and his dreaded enemies. The bonito was there, the killer shark was there. None
of them thought of him now. They were all trying to escape. The killer shark, too. Shark, bonito,
herring, cavali,  they were all the same to him. A giant swordfish charged the threads desperately.
The shark turned on its belly in vain to swallow the Monster. It swallowed a jellyfish. There were
cries now above the surface. Below, the Monster grated on sand. The shore! They had reached
the shore! Frantically =Pita flung himself against one of the tiny holes. He gave a cry as the
scales tore from his back,  then a cry of joy. He was free! Free!
He lunged forward below the surface. He could feel the density of the breakers pushing down on
him. He could hear the terrible roar which from the deep had sounded like a whisper of music.
He looked back a little. There was only a tiny streak of blood behind him. He would be all right.
He would be all right. Down, he went. Farther away and down. Faster, faster he swam. His tail
whipped the white foam, pushing him forward like a spear. Down he sped, rejoicing in his
tinyness. If he was only a little bigger he would have been dying on the shore now. The fateful
shore! There had been those who had actually come back from that world. This was one of the
greatest mysteries. It was hard to believe that any fish had come back from the shore.


acting will come from the story. but must will come from you. First read the, story about

THE BUS THAT GREW WINGS
The bus starts from =Foxholes-under-Edge. through =LittleFoxholes, =GreatFoxholes, and
should go to =Camford  but does it?
It's market day in =Camford, and that's a long way away. The bus comes rollicking along with a
very smart driver who also helps people on and takes their fares.
It stops three times, first at =Dew's farm, then at Mrs =Sneezum's shop which is also the Post
Office in =LittleFoxholes, then at =GreatFoxholes' Church. Then it gathers speed as it starts
down the long hill to the bridge. It goes so smoothly that it might be flying.
It is flying!
The passengers look out of the windows, the fields and hedgerows grow into a pattern below
them, and the wheels of the bus flatten sideways into wings. Some of the passengers are very
frightened, some are excited, some curious. but the oldest people are quite calm for they know
they cannot get off anyhow. They see the dim green land with its tiny red dots which are villages,
edged with a line of gold, and then a glittering plain shot with peacock colors. They are above the
sea!


he can write me if he likes, but I can't give him an interview. I'm not seeing anybody at present.
Son: Now, =Dragon, =Dragon. Don't be wrongheaded. You've got to fight him sometime or
other, you know, 'cos he's =StGeorge and you're the dragon. Better get it over, and then we can
go on with the poems. (Somewhat accusingly.) And you might consider other people a little, too.
If it's been dull up here for you, think how dull it's been for me. We could stand a little
excitement.
=Dragon: My dear little man, just understand once and for all: I can't fight, and I won't fight!
=Son: But if you don't fight, he'll cut your head off!
=Dragon: Oh, I think not. You'll be able to arrange something. I've got every confidence in you. 
   Just run down, and make it all right. I leave it entirely to you.
=Narrator: The boy made his way back to the village very sadly. He found =StGeorge in the inn  
alone     musing over the chances of the fight.
=Son: May I come in, =StGeorge? I want to talk to you about this little matter of the dragon if
you're not tired of it by this time.
=StGeorge: Yes, come in, boy. (Sadly; shaking his head.) Another tale of misery and wrong, I
fear me. Is it a kind parent, then, of whom the tyrant has berefit you? Or some tender sister or
brother? Well, it shall soon be avenged. All the thinking taken away from, deprived

"I know," =Peter explained patiently, "but I am conducting an experiment. I want to see what she
will do if I pretend I don't understand. After all, if I was a very stupid person, which I am not, I
wouldn't understand." =Peter was very fond of experimenting, and he often found it interesting to
do what was not expected of him. "Anyway," he added as an idea occurred to him, "we don't
have to obey a cat." =Serapina, however, thought otherwise. She moved directly in front of
=Peter, arched her back into a very high peak, and, snapping her tail like a whip, began to express
her feelings. It was astonishing how many feelings =Serapina could express.' First she made a
low, sharp, annoyed sound, like an irritable uncle scolding a stupid nephew. =Peter paid no
attention. =Serapina then made a little more noise and sounded like an irascible aunt scolding a
lazy and careless nephew. Still =Peter did not stir, but he looked interested. =Serapina was not
interested. She was mad. So she stopped sounding like an uncle or an aunt or a father or a mother
or any person at all. She sounded like an angry cat, which sounds like a screaming seagull, a
gargling tiger, a snarling leopard, a wailing banshee', and three angry fishwives all sounding off
at once. =Bobby burst into tears, =Sally turned pale, =Peter jumped to his feet, and =Serapina,
hollering bloody murder, set off for the kitchen. 


banshee  a female spirit believed to wail outside a house as a warning that death will occur soon
in the family already hers?
Cats, incidentally, are a great warm-up for a successful marriage-they teach you your place in the
household. The first thing =Kitty does is to organize your home on a comfortable basis   her
basis. She'll eat when she wants to; she'll go out at her pleasure. She'll come in when she gets
good and ready, if at all.
She wants attention when she wants it and darned well means to be let alone when she has other
things on her mind. She is jealous; she won't have you showering attentions or caresses on any
other minxes, whether two- or four-footed.
She gets upset when you come home late and when you go away on a business trip. But when she
decides to stay out a couple of nights, it is none of your darned business where she's been or what
she's been up to. Either you trust her or you don't.
She hates dirt, bad smells, poor food, loud noises and people you bring home unexpectedly to
dinner.

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