my maze

                    My Maze

                                                      Abraham Beals

 

   One day in Woodstock, New York my best friend’s Leroi, Cedar, and I were sitting together drawing funny pictures for our story Mystery Monsters. It was about a bunch of alien detectives who live in a medieval looking place if knights rode spaceships.  When Cedar said, “You know, we should make a company that makes fun activity books for kids. We should make mazes, stories, and things that use math to draw.” 

 

 “First things first, let’s make that maze!” I said. “Let’s get some volunteers!” said Leroi. “How big should  we make our maze?” questioned Cedar. “We should make our maze cross pages,” I said. “Good idea!” said Cedar. “Let’s get started!” and so we did. We spent days and days and by the end of the semester we had finished 163 pages of the greatest maze of all time! “Whoa,” I said when we were done. We had only filled up one of the five notebooks we had.                                                                       

 

“Now, what should we name our maze?” asked Leroi. “Dauldeus’s Maze, after the greek maze maker Dauldeus’s.” I said. “Yeah, good name I’m in!” said Leroi. “Yeah, me too!” said Cedar.  I said, “Well, that settles it, Dauldeus’s Maze it is.”

 

                    THE  END                            

Alfred

Alfred

Abraham Beals

 

I’m going to tell you a thing or two about Alfred. One day in the summer Alfred sat down on a chair and said, “Sit down Abraham. I’m going to tell you a long history lesson about World War 1 and 2.” “Can you tell me about the planes used in those wars?” I said.  “Sure,” said Alfred. “First tell me about American planes,”I said. “Ok. I will tell you about the mustang. The mustang was a famous fighter plane used from the end of World War 1 to the end of World War 2. Unlike many other planes this plane did not drop bombs. In fact it protected big planes that did drop bombs.” Suddenly I was flying through the air in a World War 1 mission. The sky was so dark I could not see the controls. Then I saw it, my right wing was on fire! I knew all hope was lost, so I ejected and landed right back next to Alfred just as he was showing me a picture of a Japanese zero.

 

“Whoa, did these two planes fight?”I said. “In fact they did, they had epic air battles,” said Alfred. “Did you see those crossed out circles?” said Alfred. “Yeah, what where those for?”I said. “Those were for how many planes he knocked out! You see the Japanese zero was created to kamikaze other planes!” (In case you were wondering all these planes are propeller planes.) “What about the spitfire,”I said. “Ah, the spitfire was a great plane, very fast, very maneuverable.” “Okay, tell me about two more planes,” I said. “Sure, I’ll tell you about a German plane called the mesheshmit. The mesheshmit was the first plane to use a jet engine! It had a siren on it which was used to ignite terror in the opponent’s heart,”said Alfred. “Wow! Tell me about one more American plane,”I said. “Okay, I’ll tell you about the warhawk. It flew through the air and bombed other places. It was a very tough plane. 

 

I wish I could tell you more kiddo, but I have to go. Here is a model plane of a warhawk.” And that is how I remember my talk with my Uncle Alfred.