Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Sit very quietly and imagine that you find a
golden mirror, just like the one in Snow White and the Seven
Dwarfs. You look deeply into the mirror and prepare to ask
that famous question. Mirror mirror on the wall who is the
It is as you are about to finish the question
that you look in horror and realize that you are a BUG.
Look at yourself carefully to see what specimen you have been
transformed into. Perhaps you are a spider, a ladybug, a head
lice. One thing is for certain. You are a perfect specimen.
The mirror vanishes and you are left looking
at the world through many eyes. To your horror you discover
that you are in a school class room, the bell has gone and
giants from hell are headed your way
The Great Escape by Keenan Jones
ďMirror, mirror, on the wall; am I the most
handsome STICK INSECT in the world!Ē I say in horror.Ē
" Yes you are, with your twiggy likeness and light brown
skin,Ē answered the mirror.Ē
What has happened to me? Was it something I ate?
Itís raining outside. Iím in a strange room.
I donít know what to do. Iím trapped. And I see some Year
7ís outside the room. Quickly, I hide under a table. In they
come, at least 20 of them. I try to familiarise myself with
the surroundings. There are a few tables, chairs, a teacherís
desk, a white board and, of course, the Year 7ís. I have to
So, I start crawling under the tables, being
as quiet as a mouse.
Great! Iím making real progress. Then I am hurled
through the air. Thump! The table I was on collapsed and flipped
over. The bell rings for the end of the day. Since it is too
much of a risk getting trampled on exiting now, I decide to
curl up in a corner and go to sleep.
Morning comes. Before school, I study the room
trying to plot my escape.
Classes start! The first group comes in. Shortly,
the teacher is called from the room. Excellent! My big chance
to put my plan into action. So, I begin to scale the walls
until I reach the bin. I then climb onto the white board ledge.
Shouting begins, and suddenly I am spinning through the air.
This canít end well.
Thud! Phew! I land on something. I thought I
was a goner. Circling my landing area, I soon discover I have
landed on the fan and that Iím really high up.
It is a very long way down. If I jump down
I could fall and die. So I start to look around. As I am doing
this I see a support rail above me. The only way to reach
it is to jump. I try and fail, again and again. It looks like
Iím stuck here for good, unless something happens.
Months pass. Iím starting to wonder if Iíll
ever see the free world again, up close and personal. And
after trying almost every escape plan under the sun it seems
more likely that I will never get out.
About a week later, the temperature begins to
soar. Windows in the class are opened each day to cool the
room down. One really hot day, the world around me starts
spinning. I think I am about to faint, but the spinning gets
faster and faster.
OH-NO! The fan has been turned on! I have to
brace myself. One of my legs has lost grip and I get hurled
across the classroom. Thump! Iíve hit the window.
Weeks later, I wake up and I can smell diesel
fumes and roses. IíM FREE! I have escaped from the classroom.
Suddenly I feel a change. I am growing taller.
Hooray! I am back to my original self.