Once there were three girls who begged their parents to take them camping. Their parents agreed and even let the girls sit alone that first night telling scary stories by the campfire. Anne told the scariest story that night.

Anne’s story was about two girls named Susan and Penelope who were on vacation in Australia. It was Susan’s 25th birthday and they decided to celebrate by hiking around the swamplands. They saw a group of people overlooking a beautiful waterfall that emptied into a small lake. The water was dark and murky but they were very hot and the water looked nice and cool. Susan wanted to swim over to the waterfall even though Penelope said she had a bad feeling about swimming too deep into the lake. They were about halfway across when several people who were standing on a cliff above them yelled to the girls to get out of the water. They had seen a giant crocodile swimming towards the two girls. The girls swam as fast as they could towards the ledge. They were frightened. Susan knew that the crocodile was faster than she was. She could feel it getting nearer. Penelope was a better swimmer and had already reached the ledge. She grabbed a tennis shoe and threw it at the crocodile. But it did not slow the crocodile down. He had already caught up to Susan. He pulled her down under the water and no one ever saw Susan again.

All of the girls around the campfire thought that Anne’s story was so scary that they just wanted to climb into their sleeping bags and go to sleep. That night a crocodile walked into their tent and tried to drag Anne away but she grabbed onto a tree. Another girl called for help and the parents were able to free Anne from the giant jaws of the crocodile. They took her to a hospital and a few weeks later Anne was able to go back to school. Anne never should have told that story to begin with.

My Aunt Heidi is the new Mrs. Utah America 2009! Isn't she beautiful?

Did you know that elephants can paint? Just like me!


An elephant painted this painting.


This is the cutest goat ever!


Snow Cone and Daisy.


This is for my Aunt Amy.

Have you ever heard the story of the weasel and the whale? Well, I'll tell you, as it truly is an entertaining tale. Let me introduce you, firstly, to the weasel, who, we note, had a lifelong dream to waterski, but didn't own a boat. No, he didn't have a speedboat or a rowboat or a raft. Not a kayak or container ship or any kind of craft. Not a steamship or a sailboat or a dinghy or a yacht. Well, I think I've made my point, so I'll continue with the plot. He was walking down the beach one morning, sad to be on land, when he came upon a whining whale that whimpered on the sand. She was glad to see the weasel and she blubbered, "Help. I'm stuck." Then the weasel, in his kindness, answered, "Let me get my truck." So the weasel hustled home and got his Chevy 4X4, and he backed it from the driveway and he drove it to the shore where he gave the whale a gentle nudge and pushed her in the sea. "Thank you!, thank you!" cried the whale, for she was happy to be free. Then she told him, "Mr. Weasel, that was generous of you. To repay you for your kindness, is there something I can do?" It was then the weasel realized that maybe this could be the solution to the problem of his dream to waterski. So he told the whale his troubles, and explained about his dream, and described how she could help him; how the two could be a team. She was awfully glad to help him, and she instantly agreed, so he got a pair of skis (because it's all he thought he'd need). Then he brought them to the shoreline where he walked up to the whale, and he stuck them on his feet and quickly grabbed her massive tail. When the weasel hollared, "Go!" she gave it everything she'd got, and she flipped her mighty tail and promptly took off like a shot. But the weasel, sad to say, went flying wildly through the air. and it may be that he landed, but I couldn't tell you where. Though it's rumored that he made it, his demise is widely feared, and the only thing that's certain is he never reappeared. And he may be skiing somewhere, or it could be that he's dead; just that no one knows for certain is the best that can be said. So the moral of the story of the weasel and the whale is don't ever, ever, ever touch a whale upon her tail.
--Kenn Nesbitt