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things. This sounded strange to me since I had committed myself to being the class clown, interested in nothing but fun and mischief. Stranger still was the fact that after I began to believe this just may have some truth to it, my grades improved and I learned there was more to school than recess and lunch. My elementary school principal was not the overbearing, tyrannical, disciplinarian I had imagined, but a very inspirational figure to me at a critical point in my young life.
Photo by Amy Hutchins
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"The First Days of Fall" Tracy Walls
It was a cool fall evening in the small town of Tulsa, Oklahoma. A place where there was wide open country for all of the wild animals to roam. The grass on the prairies was still green, but the leaves on the trees were beginning to turn to their normal fall rustic colors. All of the animals were beginning to scurry around, struggling to locate enough food to supply their homes for the long harsh winter months. All animals except a lonely whitetail buck who was in search of his long lost whitetail doe who was separated from him during a severe late-summer storm.
Desperately seeking to find her before hunting season and the harsh winter months arrived, he would wander around aimlessly, not knowing which direction to go. Yet he would always come back to the place where they were separated, in hopes that she might return there in search for him.
In an attempt to lure her back to him, he would leave his scent among the trees and ground with his urine. He also tried to leave a familiar mark for her by scraping the bark off of the trees with his antlers. Desperately sniffing around in search for her familiar scent consumed him day after day.
He would stop and rest every once in a while to drink some water and eat some grass or berries. Days went by and the leaves were beginning to fall from the trees so he knew it would not be long before the opening day of hunting season. Frantically, he started to grunt loudly in hopes that she will hear him and run back to him.
One morning when he stopped to get a drink of water, he could vaguely hear in the distance some dogs barking. Knowing that it was now the first day of hunting season, he knew that he would have to seek the safety and shelter of the woods very quickly. He did not want to seek safety and shelter without his long-lost doe, but he knew if he stayed there waiting for her, the hunters would find him and kill him. Afterward, they would make a wall trophy out of his head and eat him.
Reluctantly, the lonely whitetail buck commenced to head toward the woods for safety. On his way there he noticed several other animals were headed the same way in search for their own
Photo by Amy Hutchins
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"The First Days of Fall" Tracy Walls
It was a cool fall evening in the small town of Tulsa, Oklahoma. A place where there was wide open country for all of the wild animals to roam. The grass on the prairies was still green, but the leaves on the trees were beginning to turn to their normal fall rustic colors. All of the animals were beginning to scurry around, struggling to locate enough food to supply their homes for the long harsh winter months. All animals except a lonely whitetail buck who was in search of his long lost whitetail doe who was separated from him during a severe late-summer storm.
Desperately seeking to find her before hunting season and the harsh winter months arrived, he would wander around aimlessly, not knowing which direction to go. Yet he would always come back to the place where they were separated, in hopes that she might return there in search for him.
In an attempt to lure her back to him, he would leave his scent among the trees and ground with his urine. He also tried to leave a familiar mark for her by scraping the bark off of the trees with his antlers. Desperately sniffing around in search for her familiar scent consumed him day after day.
He would stop and rest every once in a while to drink some water and eat some grass or berries. Days went by and the leaves were beginning to fall from the trees so he knew it would not be long before the opening day of hunting season. Frantically, he started to grunt loudly in hopes that she will hear him and run back to him.
One morning when he stopped to get a drink of water, he could vaguely hear in the distance some dogs barking. Knowing that it was now the first day of hunting season, he knew that he would have to seek the safety and shelter of the woods very quickly. He did not want to seek safety and shelter without his long-lost doe, but he knew if he stayed there waiting for her, the hunters would find him and kill him. Afterward, they would make a wall trophy out of his head and eat him.
Reluctantly, the lonely whitetail buck commenced to head toward the woods for safety. On his way there he noticed several other animals were headed the same way in search for their own