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“Meeting of the Minds” Avery Multer, 11, for “The Emperor and the Animals” by Natalie McGee, 13 November 2018. A note from Emma Wood I have been thinking a lot about dogs lately. I have two dogs, so I am always thinking quite a lot about dogs! But since one of ours, Charlie, was recently attacked—by a neighbor’s dog who escaped his fence and got onto our property—and we have been busy taking care of her for the past week, I have been thinking even more about dogs than usual. I have wondered: Is Charlie traumatized from this event? How will it affect how she interacts with other dogs in the future? Is she sad or scared? And then I have wondered, too: Is it wrong to ascribe such human emotions to an animal? And: How much can we ever know about how a dog thinks or feels? This is something I was thinking about on my recent vacation as well. I was in Italy and then Greece. In Italy, we were staying in a rented house in the Tuscan countryside. There were three dogs there: two 14-year-old pointers who were sisters—one fat and lazy, the other skinny and very active—and a three-and-a-half-month-old puppy! The dogs loved spending time with us but also simply loved to be in “our” house because, as we learned, it was actually their house: we were staying in the house where they lived with their owner when no renters were there. One of the pointers even tried to sleep inside with us one night. They clearly felt attached to the house. In Greece, we were staying at my aunt and uncle’s house. There were no dogs at the house, but there were lots of stray dogs (and cats) everywhere we went. At first, we were sad to see them. But then we noticed how friendly and well-fed many of them were. They got to live in packs and roam around wherever they liked. We even saw one dog take a dip in the ocean on a hot day. Their lives didn’t seem so bad. They only seemed bad compared to what I knew of dogs’ lives in the US. This week, I would like to you think about an animal you know—whether it is a dog, a cat, a fish, or a bird—and try to really see that animal as that animal. So often when we see animals, we really see another human. We imagine that they think and feel in the same ways we do. But, of course, they don’t. Dogs, for instance, rely more on smell than sight to navigate the world! Try, through writing or visual art, to imagine how that animal really experiences life. What is it like? I can’t wait to find out! Highlights from the past week online Don’t miss the latest content from our Book Reviewers and Young Bloggers at Stonesoup.com. “In my opinion you don’t have to do an advanced topic to get excited about math. You can do simple problems. The excitement comes from solving a problem from beginning to end and fully understanding it.” In her blog this week, Maya tells us about her time at math camp. Do you agree with her? Read her piece here and leave a comment! In honor of our review issue this summer, we’ve been posting some old book reviews on Instagram. Check out this one, from 1975, a review of “The Man with a Take-Apart Head,” plus another review of a biography of the writer George Sand. Contest and partnership news Contest: write a book! How are your books coming along? You still have more than a month to polish up your work to enter into our contest for book-length writing in all forms and genres by kids aged 14 and under. (We have extended our usual age limit for this contest.) The deadline for entries is August 15, so you have five-and-a-half weeks left to work on perfecting your book, whether it is a novel, a collection of poetry or short stories, a memoir, or other prose. There will be three placed winners, and we will publish all three winning books in various forms. Visit our Submittable entry page for full details. From Stone Soup November 2018 The Emperor and the Animals By Natalie McGee, 13 Illustrated by Avery Multer, 11 a-ra-ra. Raurau-ra… An extraordinary barking cry shattered the frosty air. A huge black eagle settled itself on an icy birch limb. Ruffling his feathers against the chill, he stretched his enormous wings one last time before settling them comfortably on his back. Respectfully, he cocked his head to meet the calm stare of the small copper animal before him, her sleek hide spotted like earth dappled with sunlight. Dea had taken the form of a rare Amur leopard and was reclining in the peeling branches of a birch nearby. The Protectress’s draping tail swayed hypnotically as the sea eagle began his narration of the day’s events. Through a series of harsh barks and calls, he told Dea of an emperor from the neighboring land who had come to build a palace in the birch forest. He explained that all of the creatures would be forced to move into the barren tundra surrounding the tiny woods and would have to live like reindeer, serving humans forever. The entire time, Dea sat with her tail twitching, showing no emotion on her severe face. When the sea eagle was finished, the goddess sat up. “I will take care of it,” she stated peacefully. “It will all work out in the end.” The eagle cocked his head, preparing a question, but, when he blinked, the leopard was gone. . . ./more Stone Soup’s advisors: Abby Austin, Mike Axelrod, Annabelle Baird, Jem Burch, Evelyn Chen, Juliet Fraser, Zoe Hall, Montanna Harling, Alicia & Joe Havilland, Lara Katz, Rebecca Kilroy, Christine Leishman, Julie Minnis, Jessica Opolko, Tara Prakash, Denise Prata, Logan Roberts, Emily Tarco, Rebecca Ramos Velasquez, Susan Wilky.

““Do you still love dolphins?” he asked, shoving a ten across the counter.” Illustrator Celeste Kelly, 13, for “Pennsylvania” by Grace McNamee, 13 Published July/August 2007. A note from Sarah Ainsworth Good morning! Today I want to talk about writing with others. Writing doesn’t necessarily have to be a solitary activity. In fact, it’s very common for screenwriters, who write the scripts for movies, to work with a writing partner. But even with more traditional short stories, either written down or spoken aloud, it can be rewarding to work with others. Have you ever collaborated on a story with friends, classmates, or your family? It may surprise you how much you can learn in the process of storytelling with others. On fun way to create with others is to make a game out of it. When I way young, I would go on hikes with my family and one of our favorite games to play while walking was to create a story, with one person writing a sentence at a time. My older sister would start with a line that seemed straight from a fantasy novel: “Once upon a time, a dragon named George lived in a magical land. And perhaps one of my parents would add some grounding details: “George lived with his family and went to school with three of his closest friends.” Then it would be my turn. What did I want to add to this story? Where did I want it to go? One of my favorite tricks was to challenge the person next in line to create something dramatic. I would say something like this: “George and his family and friends lived happily together in their magical world, until one day everything changed.” And then, it would be up to my younger sister to decide what happened next (sorry, Isabella!). This summer you might find yourself in situations with a group and in need of a way to occupy the time– maybe on a hike, a long bus ride or in line to eat dinner at sleep-away camp. I encourage you to try to create a story this way, and see if it rethinks the way you tell stories. If you write it down on paper and like the way it turns out, please submit it to Stone Soup! Happy weekend,   Highlights from the past week online Don’t miss the latest content from our Book Reviewers and Young Bloggers at Stonesoup.com. How much do you know about rats? Read Louis Spindler’s post to test your knowledge. Although most people think of rats in a negative light, Louis points out that there are many benefits associated with the rodent as well. We published a blog about basketball this week by Daniel: “Where’s the Fight, Warriors? It’s all in Game 5 of the NBA Finals.” Though the Raptors may have won, Daniel details how the Golden State Warriors played a great game. Contest and partnership news Contest: write a book! How are your books coming along? You still have more than a month to polish up your work to enter into our contest for book-length writing in all forms and genres by kids aged 14 and under. (We have extended our usual age limit for this contest.) The deadline for entries is August 15, so you have five-and-a-half weeks left to work on perfecting your book, whether it is a novel, a collection of poetry or short stories, a memoir, or other prose. There will be three placed winners, and we will publish all three winning books in various forms. Visit our Submittable entry page for full details. “Do you still love dolphins?” he asked, shoving a ten across the counter From Stone Soup July/August 2007 Pennsylvania By Grace McNamee, 13 Illustrated by Celeste Kelly, 13   I turned to watch the Ohio sign fade, merging with the endless road carrying me away from home. What am I doing? The thought swirled around my head, ricocheting off the few other ideas that popped up, shoving them away Restless, I picked up a book and then threw it aside. I loved to read but was too miserable to do any such thing at the moment. I shifted my favorite toy, Kelly, a dolphin, and spread out. My eyes scanned the car for anything of interest to do, skimming over the notebooks, books, Kelly, and the car upholstery till my eyes settled on the back of my dad’s head. “Remind me why I’m moving?” I asked my father, longing to ask a different question: You left when I was two, why are you taking me away from Mom NOW? But the question remained in my head, jumping around. My father half-turned, lowering the volume on the radio but remaining silent. I flipped through memories in my head, trying to recall something of Dad from when I was two. But I’ve got no memories from before the divorce, before my mom swore she would never see my father again, before my father left in the first place. I knew some things, like the way my parents got into a huge argument and weren’t talking for weeks before the divorce. As far as I was concerned, I never heard of my father except when my aunt told stories, which my mother discouraged. Mom had refused to speak of Dad, hear of him, everything he did was wrong, and I agreed. No nice man would forget his two-year-old; no nice father leaves his daughter behind. . . ./more Stone Soup’s advisors: Abby Austin, Mike Axelrod, Annabelle Baird, Jem Burch, Evelyn Chen, Juliet Fraser, Zoe Hall, Montanna Harling, Alicia & Joe Havilland, Lara Katz, Rebecca Kilroy, Christine Leishman, Julie Minnis, Jessica Opolko, Tara Prakash, Denise Prata, Logan Roberts, Emily Tarco, Rebecca Ramos Velasquez, Susan Wilky.

“The car rounded a bend, and there was the city, stretched out before us.” Illustrator Thomas Buchanan, 13,  for ‘Firework City’ by Jem Burch, 13, Published July/August 2013. A note from Jane Levi Happy Fourth of July weekend to our American subscribers! We have a story about July 4 fireworks for you this week, accompanied by a really wonderful illustration with beautiful use of color and perspective. It’s filled with so much detail (spot the license plate!), and I love the way you can see the excited kids in the back of the car through the rear window. If you didn’t see any fireworks this week, then we hope you enjoy these ones! New website and subscription system Our big news this week is that a new version of our website has gone live, with a brand new subscription-ordering system. Stonesoup.com still has all the same great content, but it has a fresh new look and feel, which we hope you will like as much as we do. This is the very first step in a series of improvements to our website, and we know there are a lot of basic things to iron out. But we also have a lot of plans for future improvements. We always welcome your ideas, and we’ll carefully consider any that you send us. You can reply to this newsletter, or send a message to us at stonesoup@stonesoup.com. Our new ordering system is an important step for us because we want everyone to have a subscription to Stone Soup! We have made it much, much easier to order a Stone Soup subscription (monthly or annual, print + digital or digital only) and made sure that all the details you need are right there on our website. For now, back issues of the print magazine and our books are still in our old online store (which you can get to via the pink button below), but those will also be moving in to the new store over the summer. We’ll keep you posted. Existing subscribers will need to reset their passwords. If you click the login button on the top menu, then enter your old user ID (which is your email address), you will be able to follow the prompts to reset your password. Summer Journals How are your summer journals going? I have to confess that I have not stuck to my resolution to keep one—yet. But I am going to join William in Kenya next week, and there will be no more excuses once I am there! We’ll give you all an update about that trip when we are back, especially with news from Remot Primary, the school that we wrote about a few weeks ago. We were so delighted that several of you were able to send us some really magnificent science books to deliver to them, and we know the headmaster, his staff, and the kids will be thrilled. Thank you so much. Have a wonderful holiday weekend, a great summer wherever you are, and keep on creating and sending us anything you’re especially pleased with using the submit button below and on our website. Highlights from the past week online Don’t miss the latest content from our Book Reviewers and Young Bloggers at Stonesoup.com. Because of the website updates, no new blog posts for this week. Stay tuned for exciting posts scheduled for next week, and in the meantime, check out our social media! Our Instagram, Twitter and Facebook will keep you updated with the latest from Stone Soup, plus feature fun throwbacks and links to websites and resources for young writers. Remember to tag us or use the hashtag #stonesoupmagazine if you post about Stone Soup on social media! We love seeing your photos and reading your thoughts. Contest and partnership news Contest: write a book! How are your books coming along? You still have more than a month to polish up your work to enter into our contest for book-length writing in all forms and genres by kids aged 14 and under. (We have extended our usual age limit for this contest.) The deadline for entries is August 15, so you have five-and-a-half weeks left to work on perfecting your book, whether it is a novel, a collection of poetry or short stories, a memoir, or other prose. There will be three placed winners, and we will publish all three winning books in various forms. Visit our Submittable entry page for full details. From Stone Soup July/August 2017 Firework City By Jem Burch, 13 Illustrated by Thomas Buchanan, 13 I took a seat in the metal rocking chair outside my grandparents’ loft, gently swaying back and forth. Through the metal bars of the railing, I saw the grand old church below, small yellow lights illuminating the stained-glass windows. A light breeze blew; stars twinkled high above; the church parking lot was empty and silent, save for the single, glossy bulk of a black car lurking in the shadows. But all around there was noise—the booming explosion of fireworks bursting through the cracks in the wall, echoing in my ears like the distant rumble of thunder in a summer storm. I sighed, staring at the horizon where a dark cloud of smoke pulsated from the light of the fireworks I could not see. It seemed as though we weren’t going to have a true Fourth of July this year. “Liam, time to go,” Dad called, and I stood up, casting one last wistful glance at the disappointingly blank skyline. We bid a quick farewell to my grandparents, wishing them a happy Fourth, and then trooped down the staircase to the ground floor. No one spoke. Everyone seemed to understand that we had missed the celebration. As we were getting in the car, my younger sister Amy asked aloud, “Where are the fireworks?” “You see those buildings?” Mom said. “If they weren’t there, we might be able to see them. They’re over by the freeway.” The car pulled out into the street, and we started home. “I’m going to take