This collection of student work is from
Frank Keim's classes. He has wanted to share these works for others
to use as an example of Culturally-based curriculum and documentation. These
documents have been OCR-scanned. These are available
for educational use only.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A
FOX
Hello! My name is Francine. I have very
light red fur with white patched feet, a very fluffy tail and a
white face. I'm eight years old and I about 15 pounds. I stay
clean and I'm friendly, but I'm also very shy. I live in a den in
the slough.
Every day I go out hunting for mice, voles
or rabbits. I also look for plants, but in the winter it's hard to
find food because of the weather or snow.
One day while I was out hunting on the
tundra, a snowmachine came by and the passenger happened to see
me. She told the driver and he said
to hang on because they were going to chase me. At first I
didn't know what to do because I was
too scared! Then when I came back to my senses, I tried to run as
fast as I could. They chased after me for a very long time.
Finally, I guess they realized that they couldn't catch me and
they went away.
When I came home I fell right to sleep
because I was tired of the chase.
When I woke up I went looking for food.
While I was eating my catch a male fox came by, and he asked me if
I would share my food with him. I said, "Sure." He looked like he
was starving and I couldn't finish the rabbit by myself anyway, so
I shared it with him.
After we were done he asked me if I would
mind if he walked me home. I told him I wouldn't mind. So he
walked me home.
After he left for his den, I fell into a
deep sleep. When I woke up the next morning, a fox was in my den
yelling for me to get out because there was a fire in the forest.
When I heard the word "fire" I got so scared I ran out of my den
and headed toward the tundra. All of a sudden I realized I was
running in the wrong direction. I stopped in my tracks but it was
too late and I burned to death.
So that was my life, and now it's gone. But
I'll always remember that fox who tried to help me. I didn't
really know him, but he was a friend.
Marshall
Cultural Atlas