The Weekly Comet 12 (comments and criticisms welcome)
1. First page news: Rachel D.'s short story: Note: This is a short story that Rachel D. had to write for English class at high school, and she finally agreed to let us put it in this edition of T.W.C, (either that or we let the L.K.S torture her to make the decision.) Another note: the characters in this story cannot and will not relate to actual people. Enjoy: The Debarker Short story By Rachel DeVyldere 1st Period English As he lay in his bed on a warm night in July, Eli EredlyVed couldn't sleep. It wasn't because of the heat that he couldn't sleep, though it was stifling. It was because his brain was working overtime on a daring yet simple plan. In a matter of minutes his analytical mind had come to a decision. He would do it. With his mind at ease, he thought of earlier that same day when she'd given him the idea. It had been a clear, sunny, Saturday in July, in the town of Gentant when it had all started. Gentant is a small town on the side of I-0. Also at the intersection of two highways, it is the perfect place for warehouses and factories. It has a gas station, restaurant, fire station and elementary school. It's your average town but, that was about to change. Most people were mowing lawns or doing other yard work. Eli had been walking his black and white, lab, Cookie, through the Pike Estate Park, he was jerked forward by Cookie going into a run, dragging him toward a dog and owner across the park. As they neared the pair he noticed the dog was similar to Cookie but larger. He recognized them as his neighbor and her dog Bear. As they neared, he tried to stop but couldn't. Then, suddenly they stopped as quickly as they had begun. He tripped and fell headlong into a tree, scraping his hands and face as he rolled to the ground. He lay there for a second and looked up into her face. Her name was Beth Odraer she was brown haired, brown eyed and 18 years old. That's where the similarities ended. She was arguably the prettiest girl in his class. He was still recovering from a bad nineties haircut. She had a simple sense of style. He wore a different combination of jeans, suspenders, a bow tie and fedora most days. Secretly he really liked her. And she thought of him as a casual friend. Her worried expression brought him back to reality. “Are you okay?” she asked, as she helped him to his feet, “you're bleeding.” “I'll be fine,” he said, wiping blood from his forehead with his sleeve. As he turned toward his house she followed him. “If I had to fall on something, I'm glad it was a tree. I like trees.” he said, in an effort to make conversation. “I almost wish that trees didn't have bark. That way they couldn't hurt people and they would all look so smooth.” She continued to talk but he didn't hear much of what she said. She had given him an idea. As the day dawned on Sunday the ninth of July, Eli was just drifting off to sleep. He had spent most of the night climbing trees in the dark and putting his plan into action. So, as he slumbered the rest of Gentant was waking up and preparing for church. Around about 7 o'clock he awoke to sounds of dismay coming from the street. He rolled out of bed, hurriedly pulled on his clothes and went outside. When he was out at the street he looked around. Not a single tree in the town had any bark on it's trunk to twenty feet above the ground, excluding only pine trees. Eli looked at his own trees almost completely bare, and surveyed his handiwork. It looked rather nice, though it was slightly sloppy having been done in the dark. He stopped as he smelled a distinct odor coming from his shoes. It was the smell of dead bees. During the night he had stumbled across a nest of them. The headline in the Republican Whisper, that afternoon read, “Tree Debarker Strikes!” In the afternoon officer O'Deeps came by to take his statement. “Looks like he got all but one.” said O'Deeps. “All but one,” repeated Eli. “Yeah, he missed Mr. Nally's big oak,” he replied. A light bulb exploded in his head. The bees, he had run from the bees, and he had missed the tree. That night Eli sneaked out and headed for the Nally house. Mr. Nally lived next door to the Odraers. Eli reached the tree and went to work. He finished, turned to go and nearly jumped out of his skin, someone had said his name. “Eli, what are you doing?” said Beth Odraer, “you're the Debarker!” “Beth, let me explain,” he begged. She was quiet as he told her the whole story. When he had finished, she slapped him in the face and walked away. As he turned to go a handcuff clicked onto his wrist. It was the end of the greatest thing ever. Three days later he was forcibly conscripted into the U.S. Navy and never saw Beth again.
Outside news: The government down under It's as simple as this: A fight between the president and the government about either funding the P.P.A.C.A (the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act (Obama-care)) or the government getting payed. Apparently, there was not enough money for both, so, with something to do with a Tea party, the government shut down. According to the unreliable internet, all the national parks are closed, at the VA, money allocated for disability payments and students studying under the GI bill will run out in a few weeks, about 34% of the Federal Aviation Administration workforce is now on leave, including almost 3,000 safety inspectors, and there will be no payments made via the Federal Work-Study or Perkins Loan Programs, or Supplemental Educational Opportunity Grants. So next time you have a tea party, think again.
Cookie and Ralfy? Our dear cookie has fallen in love. It all started when the L.K.S came in saying there was a dog in our yard and the response to this was 'ya, we have a dog, when was the last time you checked what was warming your feet under the table? Or how your hands were magically clean after dinner? Or what was licking you feet besides little kids,? Or that the new rug in the living room was breathing? Anyway, truth be told there was a little Wiener slash lab inside our yard. And after checking the gates to see how he got in and setting him out again, he promptly slid through the side of the gate and continued to play with cookie. So we put a blockade up thinking this was the end. But no, he just climbed under the gate. We continued throwing him out of are yard ti'll the next day which upon returning from church, the DeVyldere family found him in our house! "Now," we thought, "shouldn't every intruding dog have a name?" So Faith D. named him Ralfy.
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