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Well, this is unusual. We were driving home today from Nutcracker practice, when we see a cop stopping ahead. Then we see something run across the road. So my mom says, okay, we'll let it cross. As it turned out, ten to fifteen sheep had gotten out of their field and had run across the road. Any other stories about odd things crossing the road? Admin, do you have anything to add?
I remember driving in the country one dark night when a few loose cows were galloping along the side of the road. Another time I saw a mule or donkey right at the edge of the road. And one April my family and I visited Estes Park, Colorado, where there are elk roaming all over town at that time of year. We almost hit one crossing the highway. He was in no hurry. We'd been distracted by others at the side of the road. I think that's all my highway animal experiences.
Are you a soldier in The Nutcracker? Our orchestra will be performing it with dancers in December. I'll be playing violin. The mice/soldiers fight scene is one of the hardest parts for us. Snowflakes is another hard one. All because of the tricky rhythms.
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submitted by Elizabeth W., age 12.5, Somewhere
(October 10, 2009 - 5:28 pm)
(October 10, 2009 - 5:28 pm)
mmm... I can't think of anything, but I am a soldier this year in the Nutcracker. This is my 4th year.
(October 11, 2009 - 8:36 am)
Oh, I went to Estes Park once. My mother had left me and my sister at their house so we could spend the night, and they took us to church up there. It was a pretty long drive. After church we had McDonalds. As you may remember, there's a lot of turns in those roads. My lunch ended up in my lap, unfortunately. :-( Yes, I am a soldier in the Nutcracker, and this is my second time in a row. I love the snowflakes music, but you're right, the rhythm is tricky. I think one of the hardest parts of music to dance to is the Battlescene, because usually there's four measures of one kind of theme, and then the music changes. Not so with the Battlescene music. With that, it has 8 to 15 measures of the same theme, and then it changes.
Oh, I have some other stories about odd things crossing the roads. Once, I was driving home from dance with my Dad, and a prarie dog ran across the road. My dad swerved to avoid hitting it, but he heard this little click. He thought he had run over its' head, but then he saw it walk to the other side of the road! He figured that he must have run over its' tail. The things that happen here in Colorado.
I have to count like crazy in the battle scene. I bet you do, too!
Admin
(October 11, 2009 - 7:11 pm)
I do have to count like crazy. Except counting is my worst enemy. I never do it while I'm playing the piano. It drives my piano teacher (BuksRuls' mom) crazy.
(October 12, 2009 - 11:09 am)
Ha, poor sheep, they must have been frightened!!
I don't think I have any stories... I'll get back to you if I think of any!
Admin, that's so cool that you play violin! I hate to say it, but I can't really picture you guys living other lives. I know that's pathetic, but it's like trying to picture your teacher going to parties and having pets and hobbies, like, uh... skiing, or something, you know?
Ugh, it feels like if I was talking to you in real life, I'd be looking up, because I've been staring up at my dad on a ladder all day. (he's cutting down our Eucalyptus tree *sobs* it's too close to our foundation... and my neighbor is afraid it's either gonna fall on her house, or turn into a torch. It's pretty darn flammable) *sniffsniff*
I cross-country ski, too! We do have other lives.
Admin
(October 11, 2009 - 9:27 pm)
:D :D :D :D :D
(October 15, 2009 - 8:52 pm)
One time we were at Yellowstone and this bird kept flying above our rented van. And then we were passing these other people who had stopped on the side of the road (the bird was still following us) and a person put a thumbs up to us. But I guess the bird wasn't really crossing the road.
(October 12, 2009 - 11:51 am)
Snake nothing to cool.
(October 12, 2009 - 12:02 pm)
Cool! Um, I was in Yellowstone, (there are always things crossing the street there!!) and we had a herd of Buffalo surround our car. Babies, too! That happened to us, like, three times!
These didn't cross the road.... but when I lived in Ohio, we had lots of birdhouses in our yard. My dad often checked them, he knew all the birds' nests. Well, he was looking at a certain nest, (through a little peep hole) and had never seen it before. So, he opened the door, *suspenseful silence* and something leapt from the birdhouse onto a tree branch near by. So my dad pulled out the nest a little ways, and inside was.... *looks around* *people getting bored....* 6 little baby FLYING SQUIRRELS! They were SOOOOOOOOOOOO cute. They all fit in the palm of my dad's *gloved* hand. The mama was sitting in the tree waiting for us to leave. It was the cutest thing. :) *tears* Memories of my favorite house make me sad.
(October 12, 2009 - 10:33 pm)
Aw! *thinks* Well... I can't think of anything extremely
strange, but there was this one time that we were
coming home from some place out of town and we hit
a hawk. My dad didn't even see it, because it was picking
something up on the side of the road *gags* and it
just happened to fly across the street in time for us to hit
it... :\ Lol, I'll try to think of something better later.
(October 12, 2009 - 7:30 pm)
Oh, I have two stories. We were in Yellowstone a year or two ago in May, right when the buffalo (or bisalo, as my brother calls them, mixing bison and buffalo) were having their mini-migration to a meadow a ways away. So we're driving along, and there are buffalo ambling all in the woods on either side, with their buffalo babies, (So! Cute!) but then the road narrows to a cliff going up on the right and a cliff going down on the left. Of course the buffalo can't be on the sides of the road any more - they have to be on the road, too. Have you ever been in the middle of a herd of buffalo, the males about the same size as your minivan, going two miles an hour and getting glares from the more aggressive of the herd? Yeah, I thought not. It was a nerve-wracking two hours for my dad, I can tell you.
I thought it was fun, but I have not as of yet voiced my opinion on that matter. I would get voted down way too quickly.
Ok, and behind our house - it's maybe half a mile to their base - is a pair of wild hills, just dirt and rock and sagebrush and stickers in the middle of Sparks. (Not the kind of stickers they give to little kids - the sharp kind that worm their way into your socks.) There's a road with a few really expensive houses up one side of the smaller hill, and my brother and I were on our way up early one morning when a coyote (they're big - just a little smaller than German Shepherds) runs across the road, followed a few seconds later by his friend. These are nice-sized beasties - they could take quite a chunk out of you. Not five seconds later, we hear a crackling sound in the brush behind us, and when we turn around, a dozen more cross the street right behind us - it couldn't have been ten feet between the pack and us. They didn't even see us, but if they had and had been hungry, let's just say my brother would have had his hands full. Of coyote bites.
I thought that was fun, too, but I did get voted down when I expressed that opinion, my parents being as concerned about my saftey as parents usually are. But hey, I shouldn't be complaining - they do let me climb trees and stuff like that.
-EH
(October 12, 2009 - 7:52 pm)
Once a beautiful pony was running through traffic when we were driving home from someplace.
(October 12, 2009 - 10:02 pm)