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The Great Pillow Fight Of 1978 Written: by Nicole Slone Illustrated: by Nicole Slone Grade 5 Homeroom Mrs. Stambol Durling Middle School April 14, 2010 I dedicate this book to Brian, Aunt Pam, Uncle Rodney, Brad, Uncle Greg, my mom Connie, Patty, Uncle Estill, and Aunt Helen. For inspiring me to write this story. In July of 1978, a two-story farmhouse in Springport, Michigan is where it happened. What happened you might ask yourself? Why it was The Great Pillow Fight Of 1978. That year was also the summer after the Great Snow Blizzard Of The Midwest. A lot of great disasters happened that year.

There were five kids in the Great Pillow Fight. Those kids were Brian, Pam, Rodney, who was 11, the oldest in the fight, Brad, and Greg. Greg had a talent; he could talk anyone into just about anything. Like one time, he talked a kid into eating real worms. About 2:00 pm, everyone was bored listening to Pam, who loved to talk, and talk, and talk. All the boys had their shirts off, and that gave Greg an idea.

"Hey guys let's play cowboys and Indians.”

"All right,” said Brad, whose dark brown eyes looked up from his toy guitar.

" There's no air-conditioning, I'm too hot,” said Rodney, wiping the sweat off his dark helmet hair.

Brian cautioned, "Remember, we have company coming and mother just cleaned the bedrooms."

"Hey you nerds," Greg said, egging them on, "What could we hurt if we use these pillows for bows and arrows?"

“OK,” said everyone happily.

“Me, Pam, and, Brad can be the cowboys, and Rodney and Brian can be the Indians.” Said Greg. “I’m no cowboy,” said Pam.

“You can’t take your shirt off can you?” said Greg grinning.

“Fine,” said Pam.

“Their are the Indians,” said Brad.

“There ready to attack,” said Pam.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” said Rodney and Brian running toward them.

The first pillow, full of feathers was thrown. Then another, and another, and another and soon the room and the kids were covered in feathers. The kids laughing and playing didn’t notice what was happening. The feathers were going though an old-fashioned vent in the bedroom. Uncle Estill, a tall, bald Minister was downstairs along with Connie and Patty, both 14.

“What’s that?” said Connie as the white feathers fell on the ground through the vent.

“I don’t know,” said Uncle Estill. “It’s probably the kids.”

“Wonder what there doing,” said Patty.

“I reckon I should go see what they’re doing,” said Uncle Estill, curious about where the feathers came from.

Meanwhile the kids started to realize what they were doing.

“Wow,” said Pam in amazement. “Look at this room.”

“Look at Brian!” said Greg laughing. “I better go down stairs and get cleaned up.” Said Brian.

“Brian, don’t go downstairs,” said Pam, laughing hard. “You look like a chicken!”

Since Brian was sweating so much, the feathers stuck to him like glue. He was covered head to toe in feathers.

Just then Uncle Estill reached upstairs, and opened the bedroom door, He saw everything. He saw the room that Aunt Helen had just cleaned, covered in feathers. He also saw the feathers all over the kids.

“Lordy children, what have you done?” said Uncle Estill, shocked about what had happened.

“ We were playing cowboys and Indians, and Greg said it wouldn’t hurt if we used pillows for bows and arrows,” said Rodney, feeling foolish for falling for one of Greg’s tricks.

“Oh lordy, oh lordy, lordy,” said Uncle Estill sitting on the top step trying to take it all in.

“Children, you are going to go in there and pick up everyone of those feathers!” said Uncle Estill angrily.

The kids had never seen Uncle Estill that mad. His face looked like a kettle of beats about to boil over. They knew they had done it big time. Naturally, they just did what he said, regretting what they had done.

They were almost done cleaning up the feathers when Aunt Helen came home. Uncle Estill made them tell Aunt Helen what happened. Like Estill, Aunt Helen was very shocked about what the kids had done, but happy that the kids were all most done cleaning.

The guests arrived soon after they got cleaned up. They had a nice home- cooked meal, with greens, beans, potatoes, and ham. Aunt Helen had out- done herself as usual.

The pillow fight was over, and the kids lived to see another day. Ever since the pillow fight, Uncle Estill never had a feather pillow in his house again. For fear of a second-generation pillow fight. About The Author I’m 11 years old, and live with my mom and dad in Ohio. I have two dogs and five birds. I like to ride horses; I’ve been riding for three years. My birthday is February 8, 1999. I’ve been writing stories since Kindergarten. They’ve all been Young Author winners. I enjoy writing stories, and will continue to do so. I hope that one day one of my stories will be published.

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