Assignment: Write the text for an autobiographical children's picture book using anaphora (repetition of the beginning of a sentence) with around 8 scenes.
One Summer at Falcon Lake
One summer at
Falcon Lake, a big, brown rock bass came to live under our dock. At first, he
was scared of people and nibbled on our toes as we swam, but he got so used to
us that my big brother, Danny, accidentally stepped on him.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, I let a newly hatched dragonfly climb onto my finger. Its prickly feet
tickled a little, and it stayed with me to dry the green slime off its wings
for nearly an hour before flying away for the first time.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, Grandma Fradie heard a scratchy, crackling sound coming from the
kitchen and found a huge black bear sniffing through the window at an empty
foil wrapping from the morning’s cinnamon rolls. Grandma Fradie and the bear stared
through the screen at each other, and then the bear wandered into the woods.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, my dog, Blizzard, died. The day before was the first time he had
gone swimming on his own without his funny orange life jacket. The chipmunks
have it easy now.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, I swam close enough to a loon to see its bright red eyes. It made
a laughing call, and I watched through big goofy goggles as it dove and darted
away.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, Danny told me that the white plastic lawn chair that anchored the
fresh water pump was where the leeches lived. Even though I played with slimy,
squishy leeches onshore, and I was afraid to swim over their home because it
looked like a skeleton chair.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, my older cousin, Ben, was swimming as fast as he could, and all of
us yelling at him to watch out weren’t loud enough to stop him from slamming
into a huge snapping turtle. The surprised turtle swam away without a scratch,
and Ben’s shoulder had purple bruises for a week.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, Grandpa Roy, Danny, Ben, and I went fishing in the old cedar boat.
Danny caught a walleye, but Grandpa Roy had forgotten the club, so he whacked
the fish with the bottom end of a Raid can. It was delicious.
One summer at
Falcon Lake, I found the images of animals, faces, and planets in the wood
patterns on the ceiling. Grandma Fradie and Grandpa Roy’s room had a unicorn
and someone throwing up soup, Saturn and an army of ants was above my bed, and
a perfect image of my dog, Blizzard’s face watched over my mom’s room.