Sled Dogs Rule

Our class was wild over our two week literacy unit surrounding the Iditarod Sled Dog Race!  We challenged our favorite musher by counting each page we read during the race as a mile on our giant map of Alaska.  We devoured all kinds of fiction and nonfiction mushing books. We discovered more about nonfiction graphic sources, and we ended every day dancing to “I Did, I Did, I Did the Iditarod Trail.”

Sled Dogs Rule


I get tugged by sled dogs.

I zip across the churning snow.

In Alaska moose can break me with their antlers.

I am made of wood.

I am an Iditarod dogsled.

Icy Madness

To celebrate the first day of spring, we romped about in the mud, brainstormed words using all our senses, and wrote about mud season in New England.


Icy Madness


Once upon a time, there was a little Indian boy named Curious Fox.  He found a clear rock on the ground. He picked it up. It was cold, so he took it home.


It got smaller.  When he got home, he asked his parents what kind of rock it was.  They did not know.


So he said, “Maybe we can use this for our food.  The only problem is we have to find more. That would be a good idea because it keeps getting smaller by the minute.  Soon it will disappear. We need more!”


So they went to the forest and then they found a place full of clear rocks.  They picked the biggest ones and started to walk away, but then a bush rattled.  A fox came out. The family ran as fast as they could and got away. They went home and locked the door, and they put the clear rocks in their food container.


When they looked for their clear rocks, they had disappeared.  Only water was left there.


They didn’t find any more clear rocks until the next winter.



Then . . . . on the second day of spring . . . . .