Your class will be writing ONE group paragraph(s) for the story (not each student). The first class will write the intro paragraph(s). Then the next class will read the paragraph(s) and decide how they want to continue the story. This will continue until the last class on the list writes the ending and gives the story a title. Your paragraph(s) will be typed onto this Wiki page. You will also need to send (email as .jpg) the 3 pictures to your Teacher Leader. The pictures should illustrate events in the section that your class wrote.

Please visit the Instructions Page for more information.

Please add your information to the chart. This way your classes can "see" where the story is traveling and have a chance to actually "meet" some of the students who collaborate on their story.

Teacher Leader:Diane Bringol

Contact Information
Due Date
Check When Finished

October 29

Sue Bailey
(class 3)
St. Giles
Oak Park, IL
November 5
√ Completed 11/7
Betsy Hunt
Lincoln School
Providence, RI
November 12
Completed 11/16 (sorry so late)
Christopher Lister
Skype: mrlistersd33

November 19
Completed 11/21
Sue Bailey (class 6)
St. Giles
Oak Park, IL
December 3
√ Completed 12/2
Diane Bringol
(class 3)

Title (Given by the last class):

Start your story here:
Armando Smith did not know what hit him. He was walking from his car to his home, pet turtle in hand, when the tornado fell upon him. Armando was clumsy and accidentally let go of him. "Juan, Juan, where are you?" Armando Smith cried, callin out to his turtle. There was no answer. Meanwhile, the tornado had dropped Juan in the middle of a desert. "Ouch!" Juan exclaimed as he landed in a dust of sand. He shook his little turtle head to clear his mind and started walking. Juan wandered the desert for days, lost and unable to find his owner. It was hot in the desert. Suddenly, he was lifted and shoved into a van. "Hello? Hello? Where am I?" Juan shouted. The fuzzy figure in the driver's seat did not answer. Although the inside of the van had fun pink chairs and a green ceiling, Juan was scared. The driver finally spoke. "I need to make turtle soup."

Juan looked at the thing in the driver’s seat. It was a large fuzzy bear wearing a Taco Bell uniform. The bear liked to speak in Spanish, which meant he couldn’t understand the bear. The van made a sudden stop, in front of a place that smelled like grease and taco sauce. He then got picked up,and plopped into a bag. The bag got carried into the place and dropped onto a hard,cold surface. He heard boiling water and crunching taco shells. He then got dumped into a boiling pot of water and started squealing. He heard a familiar voice, and remembered it. It was Armando’s voice. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed Juan out of the water,and they left for their journey home.

Before Armando and Juan made their way home, they headed towards the pet hospital to check-out Juan’s injuries. As they left they failed to realize that fuzzy bear had secretly concealed a tiny taco tracker on the underside of Juan’s shell. Meanwhile, Fuzzy Bear returned to his den to comfort his bear cubs. When he walked into his cave he saw tufts of fur all around and his cubs coughing vigorously. “ I’ll get that turtle soup no matter what it takes. ” he told them boldly. “ How can you be so sure that turtle soup will heal us?” questioned the cubs. Fuzzy Bear replied “ When I was your age my mom gave me turtle soup and I felt better. ” Fuzzy Bear marched out of his cave, hopped into his van, peeked at his taco tracker, and sped after Juan and Armando. Armando arrived with Juan, cradled in his arms, and a doctor tended to his wounds. During Juan’s examination the doctors identified the tracking taco and showed it Armando.

Armando asked the doctors to perform surgery on Juan in order to take the taco tracker out. The doctors started performing the surgery, but accidentally cut open his nitromitro vein. That caused poison to spill all over Juan! He grew huge and got hands and claws on his feet!

"I need the turtle soup!" Fuzzie screamed.

"I don't think so!" screamed Juan in an exaggerated tone.

He sharpened his claws and got ready to battle!