November 14, 2005

• "Won-ton soup! Won-ton soup! Won-ton soup!"

  
  

  Deep beats of the tribal drum reverberated throughout the natives’ camp. The uncoordinated dance continued, as the three natives acted out their deadly dance around the camp’s clearing. With a shriek, they threw their arms in the air, wailing and jerking their bodies in their vigor for the approaching war. At last, with the continued drum beats spurring them on, the three aboriginal characters stopped their movements, only, with a warbling war cry, to charge towards their unsuspecting (or maybe not so unsuspecting) prey sitting along the camp’s edges. A vicious battle ensued. As the onslaught drew to a close, they resumed their deadly prance around the roaring fire, picking up the chant:

  
  

  "Won-ton soup! Won-ton soup! Won-ton soup!"

  
  

  This dramatic retelling  has been brought to you courtesy of the above mentioned natives' teacher. If anyone ever dared to think that my three students don't have vivid imaginations, they are quite wrong!  Certainly, their choice of war chant was exceedingly unique, I really can't say what inspired them to "won-ton soup," but it just proves their boundless imagination! I definitely get a good laugh out of them, altho on occasion I do feel like pulling my hair when my store of new ideas for corralling their active spirits come to an end! 

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