A story created and illustrated by the Fourth Graders in Room 506.
One day, deep inside of a cave somewhere in eastern Europe, there was a bat. A big bat. A really really big bat. His name was FatBat. This was not a nickname. His mother gave it to him when he was born. She said, ‘wow, that’s a fat bat’. As FatBat grew up, he didn’t have a lot of friends. Sure, there was that Larry kid, but he was odd. So, FatBat spent most of his day sleeping…
at least that’s what all of the other bats thought he was doing. You see, FatBat had quite and appetite. Bugs just weren’t enough for him. Sure, beetles were pretty good, an occasional tarantula, grasshoppers tasted like chicken – of course he avoided the stinkbugs. They gave him gas. And bad breath. FatBat hoped that one day he might fall in love, so he kept his fangs brushed and stayed away from the nasty stinkbugs. But, as for his love life, it wasn’t going so good. Since he was always hungry, during the light hours while everyone else was sleeping, FatBat would sneak out and go to McDonalds! He loved McDonalds! Especially the new GRAND MAC. Today, while at Mikkidees, FatBat saw a breaking news story. Dundundun! People in all of the major cities were crashing their cars into each other! They were screaming about flies…billions and billions of flies…all flying into their windshields…kamakazi style.
It was horrible. But it got even worse! Flies were infesting all of the Walmart stores! They were eating all of the vegetables! And the frozen pies! Then it got even worse! The flies were flying into jet engines and causing airplanes to have problems in flight. This was dangerous! Just then, the TV stopped. Then it got fuzzzzzzzy. Then, an image of something horrific came on the screen. It was a fly. A HUGE fly! “Hello!” said the creature. “All hail Eddie the evil fly! Mwhahahaha! Oh, that’s me. Yeah, all hail me!”
FatBat heard people screaming all around him. They started calling 911 and running out of the restaurant. Some even called pest control, but their lines were…disconnected. FatBat turned his attention back to the TV. The monster was talking some more. “The hideous creature you see before you was just like you. Yesterday. But, I went to Walmart and bought a banana. When I ate it, little did I know that there was a fly inside. Not just any fly. It was a mutant fly that came from a plant in Japan. The Fukushima plant. Who knew bananas could be bad for you? Hahaha. Now that I’m a ginormous fly, I’ve decided to take over the world!” FatBat kind of wanted to help…but why? No one had ever been nice to him before. Except for Larry. But he was odd. Just then, FatBat noticed the french fry girl. She took some french fries and an extra burger that was laying around and gave it to a man who was sitting in the corner. A homeless man. “Ew,” thought FatBat. “That’s probably stale.” But then, his little furry heart was stirred. This was a random act of kindess. It made him want to save the world. He knew that he wasn’t good at many things. Like Karate or stuff like that. But, he was good at one thing. Eating. FatBat took off from the McDonalds and started doing what bats are supposed to do. Only he was like a superhero. He was eating ALL of the flies in Europe. He was saving countless lives. As FatBat was flying past the Eifel Tower, he was confronted by the evil Eddie the fly!
“Stop eating my minions!” shouted the fly. “You’re ruining my evil plan.” FatBat took a big breath. This was going to be one huge fly. He flew over and bit the evil villain the nose. It was gross. And it was poisonous. FatBat fell from the sky.
Surely this was the end. Right before he landed, a beautiful vulture swooped down and caught him. Her heart broke for this would-be hero. Then, she noticed that he was kind of cute. She puckered up and did it. Yes. Love’s true kiss! FatBat was alive. The vulture turned toward evil Eddie. “She hissed at him. Oh, now you’re gonna get it!” The villain was so scared he turned and flew into the sun. Evil Eddie was no more. The world was saved. In Paris, they even threw him a parade. But FatBat didn’t care about all of the adulation. He didn’t even care about the certificate he got for free McDonalds for life. All he cared about was Violet. The vulture.
Yes, they fell in love and were married and lived happily ever after.
Silver MEDAL WINNER - GRADES K-2
A story created and illustrated by the Kindergarteners in Room 508.
One day, out in the ocean, fishermen had cast a big net into the sea. They were trying to catch tunafish. Unfortunately, a dolphin had been caught in the net and was being pulled up to the ship. This wasn’t good. The dolphin started to cry. “Somebody help me,” she said. “I’ve got to get back to my baby.”
But the net continued to go higher and higher…it even went above the water. The poor dolphin thought this was the end. Just then, a big, red turtle head popped out of the water and bit through the net!
It freed the dolphin! “I saved you!” said the red turtle with a smile. “My name is Ruby. Maybe we can be friends.” The dolphin didn’t say a word. She just swam away. So, Ruby swam to the beach to do something very, very important. She crawled up on the beach and dug a big hole next to a palm tree where she laid one hundred eggs. Then, she covered the eggs with sand and went back to the water to eat. She was very hungry. Just as she was getting to the water, she heard something! Hissssss! It was a snake, and not just any snake! It was an Anaconda!
The biggest snake in the world! It had smelled the eggs and was digging them up next to the palm tree. “Oh no!” cried Ruby. “Don’t you eat my babies!” The mommy turtle crawled as fast as she could toward the snake, but the giant snake attacked her! It coiled around her and started squeezing! Luckily, her shell was very strong and she wasn’t hurt. But, she couldn’t move. The snake started digging again…it was almost to the baby turtle eggs when a high pitched sound rang out. Ruby saw something flying through the air. She couldn’t believe it…it was the mommy dolphin she saved earlier! “Go away!” she yelled to the snake. “Ruby is my friend!” But, the snake was too quick. It grabbed the dolphin in its massive mouth and was going to swallow her. “Hey!” came a high pitched voice. “That’s my mama!” It was the baby dolphin, and boy was he mad! The little dolphin slithered up on the sand and bit the snake right on the tail.
“Ouch!” cried the snake. “You’re dangerous!” The big anaconda decided that this meal was too difficult to eat, so he let Ruby and the mommy dolphin go and crawled into the jungle. “Thank you!” said Ruby. “You both have saved me and my babies!” But the dolphins did not reply. The couldn’t talk. They had been out of the water too long and were starting to dry out. They were dying. Ruby tried to push the dolphins into the water, but she wasn’t strong enough. Just then, a cracking sound could be heard. The turtle babies were hatching! Somehow, they knew that they needed to help. They all pushed together and helped the mommy dolphin and her baby back into the water.
After their great adventure, the dolphins and the turtles were friends forever and ever.
Bronze Medal Winner - Grades 3-6
A story created and illustrated by the Sixth Graders in Room 502.
One evening, a very dark evening on Halloween night, Mr. Kwan took his VW Bug out to the local Shell station to fill it up with gas. He was going on a long trip in the morning to the math olympics and wanted to be prepared. Mr. Kwan was ALWAYS prepared. As he was putting in the cheapest unleaded fuel, he noticed a graveyard across the street. This was odd, because Mr. Kwan had lived in this little town for over ten years and had never noticed the graveyard before. Suddenly, the power went out. Everywhere. The fuel stopped pumping, and the lights went out for a moment at the gas station. When they came back on, Mr. Kwan was startled to see a little girl standing in front of him. Her hair was down in front of her face.
He thought he heard her say something, so he leaned in a little closer. “Mr. Kwan, if you put twelve gallons of gas in your car and the cost of the gas was $1.89 per gallon, including tax, how much would you spend?” Mr. Kwan stepped back and gasped. He was terrified…because…he didn’t have his calculator with him. “Noooo!” he screamed. “I don’t know…I don’t know…” “Mr Kwan,” said the little girl. “Your answer, please. If you cannot give me the correct number, you shall be sent into the black abyss forever!” “Oh no!” cried Mr. Kwan. “What is the black abyss?” “Gym class!” said the little girl. “Yes, you will have to teach gym class to tater tots…dirty little germy smelly bugger laden tater tots. Forever!” “No! Not gym class!” screamed Mr. Kwan. “And not the tater tots!” The math teacher ran away. He ran right into the graveyard. He found a freshly dug grave.
“Perfect!” he shouted. “I’m going to have to do this the hard way!” He searched in the darkness for something to write with. “Aha!” he laughed. “I found a stick!” The math teacher quickly started writing in the dirt. 12 x 1.89 equals…carry the three…um… This was math by long hand. He hadn’t had to do this since he was in 4th grade. His whole life he’d been dependent on a calculator. But, he needed to…remember… Suddenly, she was back! The little girl with the hair in front of her face. “Do you have my answer?” she asked. “Yes! Yes I do!” squealed the math teacher. “It’s 22.68!” “You are correct,” said the little girl. “I see you used long hand.” “I did! I did!” laughed Mr. Kwan. “I did math the old fashioned way!” “No,” said the little girl. “You used…A LONG HAND!” Lightning flashed across the sky. Mr. Kwan noticed that the ‘stick’ he was holding was actually a skeletal hand!
“Hahahahahaha!” laughed the little girl. “This was fun…” Mr. Kwan was terrified…until he smelled something. Gasoline. He realized
he was back at his VW Bug pumping gas.
It was overflowing. “Egad!” he yelled. “I just had an epiphany! If I want to win the math olympics tomorrow, I need to brush up on the basics. I can’t depend on my calculator. As it turned out, the next day at the math olympics, the rules were changed at the last minute! All of the contestants had to turn in their calculators before the contest. Mr. Kwan was prepared…and he won! In all of the celebration and the confetti and the donuts, Mr. Kwan was handed the Math Olympics Trophy. On the trophy, he noticed, was the etched image of a little girl. The little girl he had seen at the Shell station. There were words under the picture. They said, “In memory of Agatha Higgenbaum” – established in the year 1968.
“Egad!” shouted Mr. Kwan. “That’s the year right before calculators were invented…”
Bronze Medal Winner - Grades K-2
A story created and illustrated by the First Graders in Room 406.
One day, Rocky was in his back yard building his rocket ship. He used metal from the basement refrigerator for the fins, an old pot his mommy used to plant flowers in for the seat, and a fan for the engine.
He was planning on going to Mars. He wanted to see the red rocks and he wanted to see if aliens lived there. Soon, he was ready. All he needed was a space suit. So, he ran to his room and put on his pajamas with rockets and planets on them and placed the old fish bowl over his head ran back to his ship. He started the fan and turned it on 'high'. Three...two...one...BLASTOFF! Rocky was hurled into space! He saw lots of planets!
He was sure to steer clear of the sun because it was so hot there. He aimed his rocketship toward the red planet. MARS! Then, thud! He landed! "Wow!" he laughed. "The rocks really are red!" As he started walking, he noticed he was actually bouncing! There's not as much gravity on Mars, so he could almost fly. "Wheee!" he yelled. "This is fun!" But, as Rocky was floating back down to the surface, he floated into a big, dark, crater! Suddenly, he saw two, big eyes staring back at him.
"Oh no!" he screamed. "It's an alien!" Then, he heard a soft coo...and a baby's cry. It was an alien, but it was a baby. "It's ok, baby alien," said Rocky. "I'll take care of you." ROAR! A deep roar came from down inside the crater. Rocky could see a caterpillar-like monster with huge teeth and big claws slithering toward them. He grabbed the baby and tried to run out of the crater as fast as he could. "Hey!" yelled the slimy monster. "That's my breakfast...bring it back or you'll be lunch..." Rocky ran to his spaceship and tucked the baby safely in the flower pot. The monster was close behind.
"You'll be safe here," he said. He tried to start the fan, but, there's no electricity on Mars. It wouldn't start. The creature was coming closer, and closer....and growing…
"Rocky!" called his mama. "It's lunchtime!" "Oh no!" cried Rocky. "She wants to eat me!" Then Rocky rubbed his eyes. He was waking up...it had all been a horrible dream "Hurry, Rocky, I made your favorite...pancakes with mac-n-cheese on top!" Rocky, who was curled up on the couch, looked down on his lap. There, sleeping peacefully, was his little sister...Aliena. He took her hand as he led her to the kitchen.
"You're safe now," he whispered. "Don't worry, I'll always be here to protect you."
Another special event that we love during reading month is Muffins With Mom. We didn't manage to get photos of everybody, and a couple of pictures didn't turn out well enough to post. But here is a sampling. You can literally see the love in the faces of these children with their moms, grandmas, and special friends.
A story created and illustrated by the Fifth Graders in Room 503.
Early one morning, Ralph was on his way to work in the city. He was tired, so he decided to stop by McDonalds for a cup of coffee. He pulled in the parking lot and was heading inside when a tall, skinny man with lots of hair, a bushy beard and thick rimmed glasses carrying a poodle brushed by him quickly.
The man seemed in a hurry. Ralph went up to the counter and ordered his coffee. He took a number and sat down, waiting. He picked up a nearby newspaper and read the headline: WARNING – NUCLEAR LEAK LEADS TO FINDING OF DEAD DUCK WITH FOUR EYES.
“Egad!” gasped Ralph. “A four eyed duck! What’s the world coming to?” He lowered the paper and noticed a drink was sitting on the table next to him. He thought it was coffee, but…it was green. “It’s my lucky day!” laughed Ralph. “They mixed up my order and brought me a Shamrock Shake!”
He drank it down and burped. Just then, a McDonalds clerk brought him his coffee. “Oh snap!” cried Ralph. “What did I just drink?” He smiled. “I don’t care what it was. It sure was tasty…” “Hey!” called out a voice behind Ralph. It was the tall skinny guy with the nasty beard and thick rimmed glasses carrying a poodle. “Where’s the cup of green goo that was on this table?” “Oh, the Shamrock Shake?” laughed Ralph. “Dude, I drank it! I didn’t know it was yours. I’ll buy you another one if you want me to.” The tall skinny man with the thick rimmed glasses and the nasty beard carrying the poodle ripped out some of his hair. “You fool!” he screamed.
“You just drank a cup of nuclear waste!” The skinny man sat down. He took a deep breath and took off his glasses. “My name is Karl. I’m single and lonely. I worked at the nuclear plant, until I quit this morning. I stole some of the radioactive goo from the plant. I was going to feed it to Fernando, my precious poodle, because it is designed to change anyone, or anything, made of mere flesh into a superhumanninjalike warrior. I needed Fernando to become strong so he could take care of the bad people who bully me every day. They’re fifth graders at the local school…and they’re mean. Now that you’ve drank the goo, it is gone forever.” “Wait!” shouted Ralph. “Are you saying I’m going to turn into a superhumanninjalike warrior? That’s cool!” “It’s only cool if you’re going to protect me,” said Karl. “Please save me from the 5th graders!” “No way!” laughed Ralph. “I don’t have time for you! I’m going to be a super hero! I’m going to be famous! I’m going to be rich! I’m going to win the American ninja warrior competition!” Suddenly, Ralph grew an extra finger! “It has started,” said Karl, shaking his head sadly. “There is no going back now.” Ralph, full of excitement and selfish pride, dashed out into the street…where he was run over by a bus.
Pieces flew everywhere. “Sad,” said Karl, “the power went to his head.” The lonely scientist carrying the poodle named Fernando walked away into the mist. In the street, however, pieces of Ralph were being scattered all over the street. Some of the pieces fell into the sewer, where four turtles started to eat them.
And a rat. The rest is history.
A story created and illustrated by the Third Graders in Room 508.
One day, high up in the clouds of Heaven, Kevin was baking a little cake in his easy bake oven. Everyone uses easy bake ovens in Heaven because they just use a light bulb for heat. They’re very safe. Today was a very special day. A new boy was coming up from earth. Kevin didn’t have many friends in Heaven because most people were older, so he was very excited that a new kid was on the way. Suddenly, the fog and mist began to swirl as someone was coming up. That’s when Kevin saw him. It was a little boy, but he wasn’t dressed in a nice white robe like Kevin.
This little boy was dressed in a red suit. He had little horns on his head and a long, swishy tail. Kevin went up and introduced himself. “Hello!” he said. “I made you a little cake. It’s nice to meet you.” “Cake!” laughed the little boy in red. “I hate cake.” The little devil took the cake and chucked it out through the gates of Heaven where it fell back to earth.
“That was fun!” he laughed. “I hope it lands on some little kid’s head.” The bad little boy picked up a cockroach and ran over to a little old ladies’ house. He slipped under the door and waited. “Aaaaaah!” screamed the woman. “Haha!” said the little boy in red. “That was fun.” Then, he grabbed Kevin’s hand and drug him to Walmart where he stole a pack of toilet paper. “You didn’t have to steal that,” said Kevin. “Everything in Heaven is free.” “I don’t care,” hissed the bad little boy. “It was fun.” Then, the boy in red toilet papered a bunch of mansions on the main drag.
“You’re bad!” said Kevin. “You shouldn’t be doing that!” The little boy in red then placed whoopie cushions on all of the chairs at the Welcome Table. When people came in for lunch, they sat on them and were soooo embarrassed. “Hey!” shouted Kevin. “You shouldn’t be in Heaven! You don’t belong here.” “Boo hoo hoo!” cried the little boy in red. “I was just trying to make you like me.” “Don’t be silly,” said Kevin. “I already liked you! I mean, look at your outfit! It’s so cool! I love that swishy tail! And the horns, they’re rad!” “But…but I threw your cake down to earth…” The little boy in red was wiping tears from his eyes. “I wasn’t mad,” said Kevin. “I made it for you. I was just trying to share.” “Awwwww,” said the bad boy. “Yes,” laughed Kevin. “Sharing is caring.” Suddenly, the ground begins to quake. Everything was shaking. Up, through the clouds, was a giant red head with horns! It was the Devil!
“Hahaha!” he laughed, “finally, I’ve made it all the way up to Heaven! Now I’m going to steal all of your air conditioners!” “No!” said God. “If you steal all of our air conditioners, our ice cream will melt. You can’t have them.” “Wait!” cried the little boy in red. “Dad…you gotta stop this. You can’t just come up here and take all of the air conditioners. I have an idea. Why don’t we just share them? After all, sharing is caring…” “Ugh,” said the Devil. “I think I’m going to puke. But, maybe you have a point there.” He looked over to God. “What do you think, Big Fella? Can we share the air conditioners?” “I think that’s a grand idea,” said God. “And, maybe we could even be friends. But wait,” he paused. “Are you still a Pittsburgh Steelers fan?” “Yes!” laughed the Devil. “That will never change.” “Then, we cannot be friends. But, go ahead and take half of the air conditioners.” And so, the Devil backed up a big Walmart truck up to the gates of Heaven
and loaded up a bunch of air conditioners. Soon after he was gone, everyone noticed that their ice cream cones started melting.
The Devil had taken ALL of the air conditioners. Because he’s bad. He’s the Devil.
A story created and illustrated by the Kindergarteners in Room 407.
One day, in the far away kingdom, there lived a troll. His name was Harry. He was named Harry because when he was born, he was very, very hairy. Harry was a very ugly troll. He had muffy hair, he had great big eyeballs and he had big, bubba teeth and he carried a big club. He never made friends as a child, so he lived alone under a bridge. He wouldn’t let anyone pass unless they solved his riddle. Today, a little girl and boy were walking down to the bridge when Harry jumped out. “Hey!” he yelled. “You can’t cross my bridge unless you solve my riddle!”
“We don’t have time for this!” said the little girl. “The princess is trapped in the castle. We need to find help!” “No,” said Harry. “You must first solve my riddle. What’s black and white and red all over? “Hmmm, said the little boy. A hamburger?” “No!” cried Harry. “I’ll give you another chance. It’s something you get from the library.” “Oh!” said the little girl. “A pencil!” “No!” said Harry. “I’m only going to give you one more chance. It has pages, and you READ it.” “Oh!” laughed the little girl. “It’s a pumpkin pie!” “No!” cried Harry. He was so frustrated, the troll bonked himself on the head with his club.
When he woke up, the children were gone. That’s when he heard it. “Help! Heeeeeeelp!” It was the princess! Harry decided to stop being selfish and go help the princess. When he reached the castle, he saw a high tower. The princess was stuck in the highest room. So Harry found a rope and climbed up to the princesses’ window.
“Hello!” said the princess. “Whoever saves me gets to marry me! But first, you must solve my riddle. What is my favorite color?” “Ugh,” said Harry. “I think…apple?” “NO!” cried the princess. “I’ll give you another chance. What color are roses?” “Ugh….” Harry thought for a moment. “I think…pineapple!” “No!” cried the princess. “I’ll give you one last chance. If you don’t answer the riddle, you won’t get to marry me! What color is my dress?” She pointed to her bright, red dress.
“Ugh,” said Harry. “Um…yellow?” “No!” cried the princess. “Now you don’t get to marry me.” Harry saved the princess, but did not get to marry her. As he walked away f rom the castle, he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
“Whew,” he said. “That was close.”
A story created and illustrated by the Fifth Graders in Room 505.
One night, a very dark, stormy night out in Idaho...there was a potato. He was an ordinary potato, but he was bored. He wanted more out of life...but was sad as he was destined to become a potato chip. Or something like that. Suddenly, lightning struck the potato!
The storm passed quickly, but by dawn the potato had grown eyes. Not those regular nasty potato eyes...but REAL EYES! The potato was...ALIVE! He was happy now that he had real eyes, but, still, all he did was lay there looking at the sky. Then, a Walmart truck backed up and started hauling in the potatoes!
It took them to the tater tot processing factory. The living potato was put into a bin, sliced, diced, chopped and mashed...and then deep fried and formed into a tot! Tater the Tot was born! He was placed into a plastic bag and shipped to a small town in Oklahoma. He was purchased by a mommy pushing a cart with a little boy named Jimmy, who was five. That night, mommy put the groceries away and then tucked Jimmy into bed. It was late. All were asleep. Tater the Tot by now had grown arms and legs and a mouth with teeth! He bit a hole in the plastic bag and opened the freezer door, but before jumping out...he got an idea. He opened up the meatball bag and pushed one of them...the biggest one...out of the bag.
The meatball fell onto the floor. He jumped to the floor and whispered into the meatball's ear. "You shall be my minion." He took the meatball outside. A bad storm was brewing. He stuck a fork into the meatball and pointed the other end into the sky. A blast of lightning struck the fork
sending electricity into the meatball...and now it was...ALIVE. Tater the Tot and the meatball went back into the house...into the study.
There, the evil Tot and his meaty friend drew up plans to send electricity into every potato field in the world. He was tired of people eating potatoes. From now on, potatoes would eat...PEOPLE! Just then, mommy walked into the office. When she saw the plans, she
screamed and fainted. Surely this was the end of the world. But, just before Tater the Tot could initiate his plan (by sticking the fork into the computer) - little Jimmy walked up to him, grabbed him, and ate him.
That was the end of Tater the Tot. The world was saved. They made a statue out of little Jimmy and placed it in the town square. But...somewhere in Idaho...Mr. Meatball could be seen slowly slithering into a field of potatoes where he waited. He was waiting for the next lightning storm...
A story created and illustrated by the First Graders in Room 5404.
One day, Tommy was climbing high in the mountains of Colorado. He was climbing all alone, which was very dangerous. But, his friends wouldn’t come with him because they had heard of a monster in the mountains. A Yeti! It was big, and white, and scary. So, they didn’t go. But Tommy wasn’t scared at all. He loved adventure. While he was climbing, he heard something. It scared him at first,
until he realized it was a goat! It was tied up!
“That’s funny,” said Tommy. “Who would tie up a goat way up here?” So he untied the goat and set it free. ROAR!! A loud, thunderous voice yelled down from the mountain. It was very scary. So, Tommy ran around the side of the mountain and looked for a place to hide. Then, he saw it. A cave! Tommy dashed inside and was very, very quiet. It was dark in the cave…and it smelled like dirty feet. Suddenly, Tommy heard something breathing…heavily. He reached out his finger and poked into the darkness. He felt something furry. Then, a big, toothy mouth opened up and roared at him!
Tommy ran out of the cave as fast as he could. He ran and ran until he reached a ledge. A cliff. There was nowhere else to go. The creature, a Yeti, was slowly walking toward him. Things looked bad, until they got worse! Tommy slipped, but luckily there was a hanging vine. There’s always a hanging vine. He held on for dear life. The Yeti came to the edge of the cliff and reached down with a long, hideous finger…it poked Tommy in the forehead!
“Haha!” it laughed. “You’re it! I love to play tag!” The giant creature was clapping its hands together gleefully. Tommy, sadly, lost his grip and started to fall. But the Yeti reached down and caught him by the arm and threw him back onto the mountain. Unfortunately, the Yeti lost its balance and fell into the chasm below.
“Nooooo!” cried Tommy. “You’re my only friend!” The mountain climber slid down the mountain as fast as he could. When he got to the bottom, he saw that the Yeti was there. Badly injured and broken. The creature batted her big eyelashes at Tommy. “It seems…I’ve fallen for you…”she said. Then, she stopped breathing. Things were bad. “Noooo!” cried Tommy. “You can’t die!” There was no hospital nearby, and Tommy lost his cell phone, so he opened his first aid kit. Inside was nothing but a whistle. He blew the whistle and…a Saint Bernard showed up with a nice cup of hot chocolate. Tommy poured the hot chocolate into the Yeti’s mouth. She loved it and came back to life. “You…you saved me!” she said. “I think I love you!” Tommy and the Yeti, named Sally, became climbing buddies and toured the world’s highest mountains.
They eventually got married and had two kids. Fur Ball and Harry.