While walking Una yesterday, I found a piece of notebook paper with
an intriguing paragraph. Since it ended abruptly, I assumed it was a
first draft of something that the writer started over again, possibly
a class assignment. A little girl's name was written at the top.
It reads:
Dear Diary
I
am 8 years old and I finily get to go on my frist mammoth hunt and
on the hunt I had to stay out in the forest for one day and sleep
on the grond.
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"Well, that's cute," I thought. "And creative,
in a quirky sort of way." I found myself wishing that I could find
more of the story. Today I could not believe my luck when, walking on
the opposite side of the street, I noticed a piece of yellow lined paper.
At first glance, when I saw that it was also about a mammoth hunt, I
thought it was a continuation by the same student. But then I found
another page nearby. And another. And another. All by different students,
and nearly all about this fictional mammoth hunt. Clearly, this had
been a class assignment. A few of them were dated "September 30"
and one was dated "September 30, 2008." Perhaps the teacher
put them in the trash, and they blew away?
The assignments range in details and technical ability.
I believe the paragraphs were written in response to the children learning
about ancient humans. It seems they were asked to imagine a mammoth
hunt and to write about it as if they'd been there and were writing
in a diary.
The next one is also by a little girl and is dated "Semp
30," her mistaken abbreviation for September. This author seems
to be a bit timid about the idea of killing her food. She managed to
spell "mammoth" four different ways and also seemed to believe
they resembled deer:
I was scared because I hate animals and if one of the hunters killed
a mamatth I would just be scared because I would not have no were
to go if the mamoth familie wanted to attack the hunter that killed
the mammoth that why could never be a clan (?) plus the mamotth is
dangreous and they couldnt kill a mammoth because of there horns that
was on ther head. The hunters cooperated by helping find food and
made sure if his family moved from one place to another they moved
and they help put a fire together to make food.
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The next student, this one a boy, seems to have misunderstood
the assignment and written, instead, a diary entry about his real life.
Or at least, that is, if he really does have two bears. Either that
or he imagines that, even in prehistoric times, there was TV. Clearly,
this was spelled out phonetically. If you read it aloud, it makes more
sense. It also sounds exactly the way a child might speak.
My name is S. and are go to ELEMENTARY school and are Leaf in a house
and are go to school aerf day and are do my homwork and on Friday
are go to herTV and are go and taerp and eat and are have two bears
and we go to the baesball kert.
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The next one is written by a boy but from the point of
view of a girl. Despite some misspellings, it's quite well-written,
including some ambitious vocabulary, a drastic injury, and even a "scrumpcios"
recipe.
Dear Diary, Today I had my favorite food, Wooly Mammoth. There was
a mammoth hunt. My father's friend Dave lead it. It was hard, too.
You have to chase a lot of Woolie Mammoths of a cliff. Sadly he lost
he leg, but it could of been worse. A Woolie steped on his leg. We
had no choice besides cutting it off. My father made something he
calls Que Sauce, after my grandmother's mama (ph) Quesey. He used
onions, sea salt and some other things, his secret. He put the Que
stuff on the Woolies. It was superior! I just call it Amy Que, after
my name Amanda Quesey. I admire it when he roasts it, because I always
have a colosial appitite. My meal was scrumpcios, and I'm full. Good
night. Signed, Amy
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The next one is very difficult to read because it's in
closely-written, light pencil. I had to adjust the contrast in PhotoShop
before I could figure it out (although some of it was still unreadable).
In this version, killing the mammoth is a family affair, and the protagonist,
a girl named Little Lamb, is more concerned about making clothes out
of the hide than about eating the mammoth.
My name is little lamb and today we finally are ready to hunt for
mamoths our leader my father Big Fur is with my cousins, uncles, granpa,
and brother Wolf pup is out there with his sharpest (UNINTELLIGIBLE)
yet him. I'm so scared my mom Little Snow said don't worry but she
is scared because this is the first time Wolf pup went out grandma
said that she would take me to watch (UNINTELLIGIBLE) camp, but I
have to help make cooks (?) out of mamoth hide. Besides I would rather
skip that.
As me and Wise Rose my grandma walked in the cold weather (?) uphill
and this is how it happened. Big fur came behind and stabbed it and
others came in and started throwing sharp rocks at its head (?), then
Wolf pup stabbed it in the head (?) and killed it! But I wasn't aware
that (UNINTELLIGIBLE) roar left end (?) Big fur said it was forbidden
to (UNINTELLIGIBLE) I ran and started helping with the hide, but Wolf
pup saw my (UNINTELLIGIBLE) but then I saw that once they left they
take the mamoth by and drag it to camp and cut off its hide and coat
and make clothing.
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Hands down, the most entertaining one was by the final
student, a boy. Entertaining, that is, because it sounds like it's written
by the
crocs in the comic strip "Pearls Before Swine." There
are two different versions of the story, on two sides of a piece of
yellow lined paper. I'm going to start with the one on the back. It
reads:
One day Me and CEEF went hunt for mammoth. I was so saory (?) &
poured to be a man. We found one a Big one. We cut in bottes leg he
fell. I cut his tout We dirg he to the clan.
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Actually, rereading that, I think that the crocs' command
of the English language is superior.
But the second one made me laugh out loud, partly because
of the fractured grammar and spelling (although if you read it aloud,
it does make sense), but mostly because of the postscript, which reads
as a "note to self" about one last important task that should
be accomplished before eating the mammoth.
One day I went on a mammoth hunt. It was 4 hour an 23 min a long
Day. But we found it was eat the food so I cerrp up on him cut his
leg with a seep he fall on a loock so die. I was proud I killed my
fist mammoth.
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Very important reminder. I wouldn't want to eat my fist
mammoth raw.
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