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.

If you would like to share any contact information please feel free to add it to the chart. This way your classes have a chance to actually "meet" some of the students that collaborate on their story.

Please feel free to make corrections to your name/school/location or add the names of teachers if you are working with someone on this project.

Teacher Leader: Emily Schiff

Contact Information
Due Date
Check When Finished
Emilie Schiff
Mountain View Elementary
Waddell, AZ, USA
April 2
2nd part completed and posted below 4/11/11
Meg Swecker/Amy Briele (Class 2)
Twitter - mswecker
Skype - sweckersphere
Green Valley Elementary
Roanoke, VA
April 9
Story started & posted below: 4/7/11
Barbara Cerwinske (Class 1)
St. John the Evangelist School
St. John, IN, USA
April 16
3rd part completed and posted 4/13/11.
Melanie Mulhollan (Class 1)
Condit Elementary
Bellaire, Texas, USA
April 23
4th part completed and posted 4/20/11.
Kim Gill
@Gill_Ville (me)
@Gill_Villeans (class)
Ryerson P.S.
Cambridge, Ontario, Canada
April 30
Final part completed and posted 4/27/11.
Photos to come next week.

Title (Given by the last class): Molar's Mystery

Start your story here:

Dr. Molar, a famous dentist, was working on a mysterious new patient. The man was about 6’8, very thin, and seemed to be exceptionally hairy. On his face, he had a mustache that curled up on the ends and a pointy goatee. His long black hair almost covered his blue framed glasses. His strange appearance was only enhanced by his totally black outfit. When the strange man was asked for payment for the service on his dentures, he simply handed the dentist an elaborate golden peacock feather. As the dentist examined the feather, he touched it with his hand. As he did, words mysteriously began to appear on his arm! The words were: Find the Treasure. Dr. Molar was flabbergasted and felt goosebumps cover his body. Feeling a little light-headed from shock, he left work early and rushed home. As soon as he got there, he jumped in the shower to try to wash away the strange message. He began to scrub his large belly when he noticed a map of the Negeve Desert in Israel. Dr. Molar thought, “I must be losing my mind, but it seems that someone is trying to tell me something. I think I need to go to this desert and follow the map to discover a treasure!” Dr. Molar remembered that he had an old friend from dental school that lived in Masada, a Roman territory in Israel.

Dr. Molar realized he must get to Masada. He had heard many mysterious things about Masada, including rumors that magical bones were buried there. He continued to touch the magic feather, realizing that every time he did, the strange and wonderful feeling passed over him, and the map reappeared. He called his friend, Dr. Carie, and asked if he could come for a visit. Dr. Carie said "Of course, dear friend, you may come, but why so suddenly?". Dr. Molar did not want his friend to know about the magical adventure he was about to embark on, or that he was nuts! "Oh,nothing special, just want to visit my dear friend and colleague" he chuckled. Dr. Molar packed his things, carefully placing the magical feather in his luggage, hoping security would let him through with it.

As Dr. Molar was speeding down the freeway towards the airport, he thought of the strange man that had handed him the beautiful feather. Was he giving it to him for payment? Was he trying to get rid of it for a reason? What did it all mean? These questions gave Dr. Molar a shiver. He soon veered into the entrance to the airport, parked, and then checked in for his 7:30 flight. He held his breath as he passed through security, but no one detected the magical feather. He looked down at his shiny wristwatch and noticed that it was already 7:00, so he ran to the gate, quickly boarded the plane and flopped into seat 17C. To his left, he noticed a man with a face that was extremely familiar, but he just couldn’t place him. He had black hair and looked as though he’d recently shaved. There were a couple of fresh cuts on his face. The stranger was jotting something down on a small piece of paper. Dr. Molar, hoping it would give a clue to his identity, tried to read it, but the man quickly put it away and turned towards the window. The doctor decided to take out his laptop and research the Negev Desert. He discovered that 85% of this dry and rocky desert was used for army training. It was now 11:00 and Dr. Molar decided to rest. He’d had a very tiring day. When he awoke, the man was gone and the only thing left in his seat was a radiant seashell. As he picked up the shell to examine it, a riddle immediately appeared on his hand. His heart skipped a beat.

He read the lines on the back of his hand. "Seek the matching golden plume
Be careful of impending doom
One will fail and one succeed..."
He thinks to himself 'Am I crazy? This makes no sense.' The plane drones on for hours. He wakes from a fitful, awkward sleep to a loud KABOOMING sound. People are screaming. Contents of overhead bins are flying through the cabin. The plane is plummeting to the ground below. He quickly emerges from his seat and grabs a parachute from the cockpit as the pilots are scrambling to figure out what has happened. As he boldly jumps from the plane, he turns back to watch and notices the plane leveling. He can't believe his eyes. The pilots gain control of the aircraft! He lands with a thud directly in the Negev Desert on a prickly pear cactus. Strangely he sees a man walking towards him in his painful haze. It is Dr. Carey with a golden plume in his hat. Dr. Molar notices this at once. He welcomes his aid in getting the cactus spines out of his body. The men are both in awe of this coincidence. They go to shake hands and a surreal miracle happens. The remainder of the riddle is on Dr. Carey's hand. "to use the shell which is the key
Study the fleshy part of your being
Your journey to the X needs freeing."
This hand shaking moment teleports both men to the treasure.

The two long lost friends started to dig in the sand under the X that marks the spot. They dig as far as they can and there is no treasure. As the X starts to disappear, Dr. Molar starts to become suspicious of his old friend. He tried to distract him by shaking his hand again but this time he quickly grabbed the golden plume from Dr. Carie’s hat. The golden plume created another new message that said “Watch out below” and at that moment the ground gave away and the two men fell down through a trap door and into a dungeon. The two confused men looked up and saw a mysterious man with a ladder. Dr. Molar suddenly realized who this stranger was…it was the same man that gave him the golden feather and the magical shell. Dr. Carie yelled out “Dr. Harry, it’s about time you got here”. Dr. Molar was stunned as his former dental colleague explained how he never finished dental school because he failed. He was so jealous of Dr. Molar’s success that he turned evil and devised a plan to capture Dr. Molar and then pretend to be him. Dr. Harry is a plastic surgeon who is going to help Dr. Carie look more like Dr. Molar so he can live his life. As Dr. Harry drops a ladder, Dr. Carie starts to climb up. Dr. Molar notices a special door with a strange keyhole and he remembers the shell in his pocket. Dr. Molar slides the shell into the lock and the door opens. The doorway leads to a secret shortcut and Dr. Molar finds himself back in the desert. Dr. Molar took out the two golden feathers, aimed the tips at the two runaway villains, and threw them towards Dr. Carie and Dr. Harry. The magical feathers stuck through their clothes, pinning them to the very hot sand under their feet. These powerful plumes kept the bad guys in place until the police arrived and arrested these doomed doctors.