JUNIOR ESSAYS

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXV, Issue 230, 14 September 1935, Page 15

JUNIOR ESSAYS

(Continued.) One afternoon when we were out playing on the; sand some men said that it we would come and help them get some firewood they would give us some mussels. Wa were very excited at the thought of tasting them, but we did not like them very much. There were four tins of mussels. We took some home, and Mum said “Throw them out.” Another day our undo from Woodville said he would take us for a ride in his car to Haumoana to the beach, and there we watched a man making his horses swim in the river. The man got in a boat, and with a rope tied round the horses’ necks, led them in for a swim. lam hoping to have another holiday at Te Awanga some day. Thanking you for the 2/-. With love to all. —Pink Certificate to “Jackdaw,” age 10 years, Otahe. (Mussels are an acquired taste, ‘ Jackdaw.” I have not yet acquired it. —C.K.) 1 really thought I would not be able to write this week. The time has flown. 1 have been busy helping Mummy in the garden, keeping the wood cupboard full and chopping the kindling to light the fire in the morning. I went down to Granny’s, did a few odd jobs for her, tidied Daddy’s tool bench, and watered Mummy’s pot plants. It is now the end of the week and yet wc have not got done all we planned. Instead of having a rest tonight I thought I had better get my essay written or it would not be in in time. —Pink Certificate to “Pussykin,’ age 9 years, Hastings. (I am ever so glad, “Pussykin,” that you were not just tuu busy to write to me.—C.K.) This week I am going to write a poem called “A Wish.” If I had a wish— Well, what would I wish I For a crimson cat, Or a purple fish, Or a green top-hat. Or scarlet butter, Or something like that? You’ll say what utter j Waste of a perfectly splendid wish f I Because you're content with the same , sort of dish Day after day, and would wish, 1 guess For a. little more pudding or one more drm-

But I mean to say, If a wish by strange. Chance came my way, I’d have a change; And for real delight I’d see it was spent, On something quite, Quite different. Love to all the Kiwi Band from yuur loving friend. —Pink Certificate to “Wisteria,” ago 10 years, Hastings. (If this is your own composition, “Wisteria,” I should like you to send me some more verse. If it is not, , t course the certificate awarded would not be merited would it? Please let me know if your entry was original.— C.K.) As it was a fine day last Tut-..aay, Mum and Dad said we would go io Napier for the day. So my brother and 1 helped Mum with the work. When we had finished, we got ready and stalled off lor the bus. When we arrived at Napier, we had a look round the town. Then we had dinner. After dinner we went to the Parade. We had some swings and a paddle. Love to all. —Pink Certificate to “Scotch Girl,’ age 8 years, Hastings. (A lovely outing, ’Scotch Girl,” and all the more enjoyable for your having been so helpful before starting out C.K.) There are quite a few little lambs about now. 1 thinfc that they must feel cold when it rams when tney aie so young. A few days ago when 1 was going past a truck on the tram 1 heard a baa-baa of a dear little lamb on the top decker. It was the only lamb in the truck and it was beside its mother and many others. 1 think it must have liked its ride. My sister has a pet lamb from last year and it is big and has long wool now. With love to all. —Blue Certificate to “Green Grass,” age 10 years, Otane. (The wee lambs have had plenty of wet weather this year, “Green Grass.’’ I expect the one you saw viewing the world from the top decker of a railway truck was wishing itself back in a nice green field.—C.K.) My father has an orchard and sone trees are already in bloom. We finished pruning a ten and a half aero orchard a few days ago. Dad chops up all the sticks and is busy also spraying at any time of the day if it is windless. If only a little wind conies he stops spraying and two brothers Mid t put the horse into the cart an!

gather chopped sticks and put them in the wood shed. The very thin ones he burns in an old half-collapsed tank. —Blue Certificate to “Ginger Mick,” age 9 years, Hastings. (You must be busy in the orchard, “Ginger Mick,” but 1 hope you will find time to write me again soon.— C.K.)