ON TUMBLE-LEGS By Vicky, age 9
SUNNY’S POISON by Vicky, age 9
Sunny goes to the market and buys a basket of cherries. At home she opens the pack. Sunny washes all the cherries and she eats eight of them. She almost eats the ninth one, but it talks and says, “Hello Sunny.” Its voice sounds like a four-year-old child.
Sunny says, “Hello cherry.” Sunny eats the cherry. Now the cherry is inside Sunny’s stomach. Sunny drinks some water and sleeps on her bed. The next morning she looks in the mirror and there is a little green thing on her head and she screams. A branch with two little leaves grows from her head. Sunny touches her head and feels the plant. Sunny is afraid of the plant because she lives near a garden, and if the bees smell her head they will sting her.
Sunny goes to the hospital. The doctor uses a machine to see inside Sunny’s stomach. There is a seed. The doctor says, “Every single day you have to trim your leaves. If you don’t cut the plant on your head, you will die because there is poison in the plant.” Sunny drinks a lot of water everyday because she is thirsty and the plant keeps on growing. Every single day Sunny cuts the plant off her head.
A week later, Sunny goes to the market and buys some vegetables and fruits, and she sees her friend Fanny.
Sunny says, “Hello.”
Fanny says, “Hello.”
Sunny doesn’t want Fanny to see her head so she covers it with a hat.
Fanny says, “Why did you cover your head?”
“A plant is on my head,” Sunny says sadly.
“I have an idea.”
“What is it?”
“If you want that plant to be gone you have to say the magic word.”
“So, what is the magic word?”
“The magic word start with M,” says Fanny.
Sunny says, “Mango?”
Sunny says, “Mango.”
Sunny goes to a flower shop to ask a florist for help. Lilies stand in pots by the door and the florist sits at a table in the corner. “Do you have some medicine to kill plants?” Sunny asks.Bees buzz outside the shop window and Sunny shakes.
“Yes,” says the florist. “I have some medicine for killing plants, but if you eat it your toenails will get dark.”
Sunny takes some plant killer home and she eats it. Right away, the plant dries up and dies but her toenails turn dark. She goes to the hospital. The doctor brings Sunny to a room and says, “Wait here until I come back.” Sunny waits and waits and waits. Finally the doctor comes back with seven chewy candies. “These are medicine,” the doctor says. “Each morning eat one.”
She eats the candy everyday. After a week the greyness on her toenails is gone.
About the Author
My name is Vicky. I am nine years old. I live with my mother, my father and my sister in San Francisco. I like to do math. I am good at times tables. I win contests a lot. I like to write and I am getting better at it. I want to be an artist someday. If I were weather, I would be snow because my mom tells me to wear a lot of clothes so I am always too hot. If I could have a super power I would choose invisibility so I could trick people. I am also the author of Guang Zhou Zoo and Memories of Toisan.
MEMORIES OF TOISAN By Vicky, age 8
When I lived in Toisan a bee flew through my window. I was three years old. I touched the bee softly and it stung my finger. After the bee stung me, it died. My dad removed the stinger from my skin and gave me the bee. I smashed it and it looked like mush. My mom gave me a bandage. She said, “Does it hurt?” It didn’t hurt. This memory smells like cigarette smoke because my dad was smoking that day.
Preschool in China
When I was three I went to preschool. One day after lunch my teacher took us for a walk inside the school. The walls were painted the color of tan horses. The school smelled like floor cleaner. My mother brought me a blanket. I saw her in the hall and ran toward her. I held onto my mother. My teacher said, “Let go of your mother.” I cried. Two teachers pulled me off of my mother because they didn’t want my mom to pick me up. Then I stopped crying. The school was strict about parents visiting their children. They wanted the kids to become more independent.
Packing for America
When I packed to move to America I brought these things with me: my blanket, my pillow, clothes, family pictures and one toy. Everything smelled like the soap my mom washed my clothes in because I packed it all together. I chose my pillow because it has the words Good Friend and Mickey Mouse on it. My blanket has a flower on it and I’ve had it since I was little. I brought clothes for cold weather because I knew about the cold fog in San Francisco. I chose my teddy bear because it’s my favorite. My mom said only one toy because we were already bringing too much stuff.
About the Author
My name is Vicky. I am eight years old and I am shy. I live with my parents in San Francisco. I like doing math and I am good at drawing. When I grow up I want to be a teacher. If I were a plant I would be a tree because trees give us fresh air. I hope my sister will be smart when she is born. Right now she is still inside my mom.
GUANG ZHOU ZOO By Vicky, age 8
When I was five years old my uncle drove my parents and me to the zoo in Guang Zhou. I saw giraffes, kangaroo, rabbits, elephants and monkeys.
Two elephants were walking to the pond for water. Some people fed carrots to the rabbits. There were two giraffes making noise because they were hungry. Kangaroos were jumping and looking for food.
I did not have a chance to look at each animal for very long because my mom kept saying, “Time to go look at another animal now.”
About the Author
My name is Vicky. I am eight years old. I live in San Francisco with my father and mom. One year ago my family moved here from Toisan, China. I am good at math. I want to be good at English and drawing. When I grow up I want to be a teacher. I am different from other kids because I sit with one leg crossed on top of the other. English confuses me. The spelling doesn’t make sense to me.
SQUISHED By Vicky, age 8
This poem is part of a class poetry project inspired by the song “Old Glory” By the band Harvey Milk.
How do you think the pencil feels,
stuck in the sharpener,
squished by your hand?
Have you ever been
I feel this way