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 * 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. **


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 * 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: Ann Oro **

(Class 1) || 4 || annoro@mac.com Skype: SMSCranford || Saint Michael School || Cranford, NJ || October 29 || x || (Class 9) || 4 Horton || lschinski@ramsey.k12.nj.us Skype || Dater School || Ramsey, NJ || November 5 || X || (Gilpin HR) || 3rd || stacey.hodges@zacharyschools.org Skype: || Zachary Elementary || Zachary, LA || November 12 || x || (Class 3) || 4th || sgubser@irvingisd.net kmoss@irvingisd.net Skype: gubser_and_moss || Hanes Elementary || Irving, TX || November 19 || X || (class 2) || 4th || millerj@mlbgsd.k12.pa.us Skype: JessMiller2580 || Lenkerville Elementary || Millersburg, PA || December 3 || x ||
 * **Teacher ** || **Grade ** || **Contact Information ** || **School ** || **Location ** || **Due Date ** || **Check When Finished ** ||
 * Ann Oro
 * Liz Schinski
 * Stacey Hodges
 * Sonia Gubser & Kim Moss
 * Jess Miller


 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 24px;">Title (Given by the last class):The Great Hot Dog Mystery **

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 * <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; font-size: 24px;">Start your story here: **

Once upon a time there was a boy who was a good football player. His name was Oswald. Oswald loved the hot dogs from Bob’s Hot Dog Stand. Oswald was ninety-nine years old. When he was younger and just finished college he played for the Green Bay Packers. Halloween was coming up. Bob was a small, twenty-five year old storeowner. Bob was dressing as a hot dog for Halloween. He thought that trick-or-treat children would like hot dogs instead of candy. On Halloween morning Bob found out that he lost all the meat to his hot dogs. So Bob had to shut down his hot dog stand and Oswald agreed to help him solve the mystery.

Oswald hired a detective to help solve the case. The detective’s name was Dave. He also loved hot dogs. First, Detective Dave decided to investigate the park. He searched unsuccessfully. Next, he decided to ask some adults at the ice cream truck. One adult exclaimed, “You scare me!” Then, an angry grandmother dumped a tub of ice cream on his head. Detective Dave ran home screaming, “AHHHHHHHH!” Then, Dave was fired for getting no information. That was the end of Detective Dave.

<span style="color: #ff0000; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; font-size: 16px;">So, Bob looks for a new detective to help him find his missing hot dog meat. Dave's twin brother, David, who is also a detective, asks Bob if he can help. Together they try to solve the mystery. They begin their search in the town square at city hall. They question the mayor about the disappearance of the hot dog weiners. The mayor has received complaints from all the other hot dog stands too. Mr. Gavin is missing his buns, Ms. Georgia is missing all her mustard and ketchup, and Mr. Matthew is missing his relish and chili. Now, Bob is missing his weiners. After hearing this breaking surprising news, Detective David has an idea as to who has stolen all these hot dog ingredients. Earlier that day, David spotted...

… <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,sans-serif;">a suspicious, short and pudgy man with a black coat and white gloves that had one yellow stain and one red stain on each glove. He was walking rapidly to his car looking from side to side at his surroundings. Before he got into his brown Ford Mustang, he put some kind of briefcase in the trunk. The briefcase was dripping ketchup and mustard from all sides. The man got inside of the car and drove away leaving a trail of hotdog ingredients dropping out of the partially opened trunk. There was relish, chili, jalapenos, and buns littering the busy streets. Bob followed the trail of food. The trail ended on the corner of Elm Street and Christmas California Street. The address on the abandoned-looking house read 8365 Christmas California Street. It was a deserted with no lights on inside or people around the yard. On the door step of the house, he found his brother's journal filled with ingredients from the hotdog stand. When he went inside, he saw the man vanish into a room holding a suit case. Quietly, he crept to the door and opened it.

<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,sans-serif;">He would've never expected to see the sight he saw when he opened the door. There in the room holding the briefcase was THE MAYOR!!! He was the hot dog thief and it turned out that he hadn't just stolen a few hot dogs he had stolen all of the town's hot dogs and ingredients to go with them. When he got further into the room, Detective David saw the most ginormous hot dog he had ever seen! When Detective David cornered him, the mayor's story spilled out. It turned out that the mayor had a plan to make the world's largest hot dog so that he could become famous by getting into the __Guiness Book of World Records__. The prize money for breaking this hot dog record was one billion dollars. The mayor planned to use this money to buy things for himself. His old brown Ford Mustang was leaking oil and couldn't be fixed so he wanted to use the prize money to buy a new red Ferrari (and to build a man cave addition to his house). Detective David grabbed his arms and cuffed him. They stuffed him in the ginormous hot dog and took him to jail, but not before they invited all the townspeople to take a bite!! Oswald was so happy that the mystery was solved that, even though he was 99 years old, he did his favorite end zone dance!!