Ruby

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Moments of Thanks (Thanksgiving Poem)

Everyday, every second, every moment, is memory
Memories stay over, sometimes those to remember are worth remembering
From the littlest scrap of food you can afford
To the greatest love you got from family
They are all
Moments of thanks

Happy Thanksgiving!

-Greenfun

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Phantom's Punishment

Once, in Jamaa, there was a lil' rabbit. The rabbit was always right about everything. It bragged to everyone.
"I'm right about everything! You guys can be wrong sometimes, but me, I'm always RIGHT!" it laughed at other Jammers. 
But, the unfortunate truth was that, the rabbit was right about being right all the time. Annoying, right? The other Jammers wanted to deny it, but they couldn't, because what the rabbit said was true.
One fine day, the rabbit was hopping around Crystal Sands.
"Hey guys," a fox was saying to a wolf, seal, and tiger, "if you sleep by the pit in the Lost Temple of Zios, phantoms come out!"
"Wow! Really?" the seal gasped in delight.
"It's true!" the fox grinned, "so c'mon, let's go do it!"
The group of animals set off for Zios, and the rabbit smirked, thinking: Ha! More animals to criticize. Phantoms don't come out of the pit! What noodleheads!
The rabbit followed them into Zios; he saw them all sleeping, surrounding the pit. With an annoying smirk, the rabbit hopped over.
"You know that won't work," the rabbit said, eyes narrowed.
"Yes, it will!" the fox woke up and sat up, "It's been done before!"
"Yeah, right!" the rabbit snorted, "you're just listening to a bunch of rumors. Get lost!"
Offended, the fox whispered to the others, "C'mon. Let's go attract the eagles in Coral Canyons by hopping on the bridge."
They left, and the rabbit stood by the pit, watching them leave, with a smirk on his face. "My work here is done," he murmured.
Suddenly, behind the pit, purple smoke appeared, but the rabbit didn't pay attention. He was too busy whispering to himself how smart he was and that he should give advice to Mira.
"Yeah, that's what I'll do!" the rabbit said, as a phantom rose out of the pit. "Since I'm so smart and wise, I should give advice to Mira! She'd have to accept me, because I'm always right!"
The rabbit turned around to head for Jamaa Township, and saw the phantom rising above the pit. The rabbit gasped.
"You're smart, eh? And want to advice Mira?" said the phantom - no mouth moved, however. "And, you were wrong. Us phantoms do appear out of the pit! Plus, I'll bet you didn't know that we WERE created by Mira!"
The rabbit backed up, wide-eyed. For the first time in his life, he was wrong. "N-No! I'm never wrong! I-I must be having some sort of nightmare!"
"You're not!" the phantom roared, "You shouldn't brag about being right all the time. You were wrong! And, being Jamaasian, you should have known phantoms came out of the pit!"
The rabbit suddenly realized something. "Oh! I was mistaken, I got confused with that you get free items when you sleep by the pit! So I was right, right? I did know the phantoms came out of the pit."
The phantom shook his body, like an animal would shake their head. "No. Because you were still mistaken!"
The rabbit wailed. "No...! I was going to be Mira's advisor!"
"Well, you're not! And now, for bragging, I shall put a curse on the world of Jamaa! No animal shall EVER be perfect or always right because of you!"
A big lightning bolt came out of the phantom. When it was done, the animals of Jamaa were never always right, or perfect.
What happened to the rabbit, might you ask? Well, he learned from his mistakes. The rabbit from then on became an artist, and loved to draw. He never bragged again, and learned from the phantom that being right wasn't everything.
Now, what is the name of this rabbit, might you ask?
Peck.

Written by GreatShot

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Penguin With a Bunny Hat

A cheery penguin called Roddy walked the road
He wore a bunny hat (yes, not a toad)
Roddy was white, and also blue
Why? He had just no clue.


He looked nice, not weird or such
The penguin had manners, not like, "Wutcha?"
So, I guess he was a normal kid
Just like all the other Jammers did

Because Jamaa is full of cultures
From peace to fighting vultures
Roddy is just someone to talk about today
'Cause well...there's nothing else to say.

-GreenFun, AJRCL Author

Friday, June 29, 2012

The Scared Ninja Tiger

Deep in Jamaa
Where the birds'll sing, "La, la, la"
There's a den full of Jammers to hang out.
Not a single one has yet to pout.

There, lives a tiger
His guarding is higher
Than the average Jammer.
If someone steals, he brings down the hammer.


The Noodle Treasure was the rarest of all.
Juicy, delicious, and not found in a mall.
The ninja tiger wants to have it
He wants it so bad, he doesn't have time to sit.

One day, another ninja shown up.
The ninja tiger screamed, and dropped his cup.

The ninja tiger ran and ran.
Finally, he jumped behind a lemonade stand.
(Another tiger came along too)

The tiger jumped into a plane,
where he thought me may at least be sane.
However,
the tigers so clever,
followed.

The plane took off, the tiger thought he was safe.

Then, the other tigers shown up.
Tiger accidently (again) dropped a cup.

The tiger put on a parachute
And passed a horse playing a flute.
He jumped of the plane,
and landed on the ground below, how insane!

The other tigers followed him down
With that, the ninja ran out of town.

Moral: Some tigers don't make the best ninjas.

Written By GreatShot


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Vacation Preparation

I'm off to Crystal Sands for a week
I'll pack goods, not those that reek 
Getting a bag to pack up my stuff
Blankets and pillows that seriously fluff


When I went, I noticed some problems
Like where were the epic tiki columns?
The water slides were closed,
no flamingo was posed

The place was now boring, but I had...
Oh, no! I forgot many things, now sad
Like where's my plsuhies and toys?
and lei necklace for joys?

Great, this trip is no fun
there isn't even sun!
I guess home it is to Jamaa Township
better there than bad pound chips

-GreenFun, AJRCL author