A French Poodle's Life
by Olivier Mailon, age 13
"Marguerite, dear, don't you have too much air in the back seat? You seem to be cold, be careful, put your mink on, darling. We'll soon be home."
You have heard him! That's my master! Kind, affectionate, considerate, but a real pain in the neck. Constantly asking me if everything is alright, if I want to eat caviar or smoked salmon for breakfast (I am a vegetarian, but I have not been able to have him understand that).
I would love to live in the country, on a farm, looking after sheep. I would really have loved being a shepherd's dog, but I'm only a poor royal poodle with pompoms, curls and frou-frous everywhere. I was not made for such a life. But rather... Yes, I could have been an astronaut dog flying in the sky... Oh no! When I take the plane, I am always sick on my master's knees, think of what would happen in a spaceship!
Well, what about becoming a first aid dog, bringing relief to helpless humans. Agh! How horrible, I had not thought about blood! A drop of blood and I faint! And if I saw a river of this frightening red liquid, I think I would have a fit followed by a stroke.
"Marguerite, my love, dinner is waiting, you are the only one missing at the table."
This one is always pulling me away from my dreams and fantasies! Well, I must admit, things are not so bad with my master. He thinks I am the world's eighth wonder and his sumptuous villa on the French Riviera is quite bearable. One should remain what one was born to be, and all considered, a French Poodle's life is not so bad!
- first published in the May/June 1994 issue of ZuZu
by Jackie Munson, 5th grade
Why do daschunds look like Hot Dogs?
Once long ago in the 17 hundreds, in a small town in England daschunds were called round hounds. Round Hounds were small dogs with no fur. They were round like bon-bons and were disliked by housewives because of the frisky activity that round hounds get themselves into.
One day in the afternoon of a glorious summer day, a male round hound entered the gates of the town of Bevelin. The round hound was very thirsty and hungry. You could have told by it's large eyes that he was tired.
In the center of Bevelin was the king's castle. King Charlie had a very sympathetic heart. He loved all animals, so did his daughter Princess Elizabete. She was a very extravagant young lady. her luscious hair was a very subtle brown with tints of jet black. her eyes were green like emeralds. The next day was a very important day for the royal family. Tommorrow was Elizabete's 17th birthday. It was a custom for the princesses to get married at the age of 17.
While the castle was getting prepared for the huge occasion, the round hound snuck into the kitchen. The 5 cooks and 20 kitchen maids were too busy to notice the little dog sneaking in. The round hound spotted a large piece of meat on the counter, but he knew it was risky to fetch the piece of meat. So he decided to wait until later in the evening. He travelled from room to room wandering around the castle until he entered the room of Princess Elizabete. It was a room 5 times bigger than the house of his old master. The walls were painted with a beautiful shade of baby blue. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room. The round hound gazed at the bed thinking of ever actually being able to sleep on it. Once the princess laid eyes on the little dog, she needed to have him. She named the round hound Ringo. Ringo was absolutely happy that someone wanted to love him. That night he was fed tons of food like lamb, cow and pork. By the end of the night Ringo was stuffed. He had a big fat pot-belly.
The next day people were running alll over the castle getting ready for the birthday celebration of Elizabete. Even outside of the town it was noisy. Townsmen were looking their best for Princess Elizabete. They were all wearing their best suits, and the ladies were wearing dresses of all colors that poofed out and gently twirled when they walked.
Ringo ran and played in the back garden with all the birds. Ringo loved the garden. There were roses, daffodils and tulips all over the fresh green grass. By this time the party had all ready started. All Ringo could hear was beautiful music playing from the ballroom. After the musicians had played about six songs, Ringo had to see what was going on.
Ringo decided he would go to the kitchen and peek through the door. He ran through the back door and walked into the kitchen. He walked past a big cutting board and smelled something delightfully good. He turned around and saw it was the sausage that he had seen the other day. He jumped on top of the cutting board and started to nibble at the hunk of meat. He decided to bring the sausage out in the garden, but when he pulled, the sausage didn't budge. He started to bark and all the cooks and maids looked at the horrid sight. That sausage was to be served at the party. The people in the kitchen pulled at Tingo to let go of the meat, but Ringo would not let go. The kitchen maids pulled and pulled until finally Ringo let go. When they looked at Ringo he had stretched about a foot long and he looked like the hot-dog on the table!!!
- previously unpublished