Honorable Mention Winner, Grades 3-5
Mysterious MWRA Project
Let me introduce myself. My name is Julianna Jellyfish. I live with my mother and three little sisters in a cozy shipwreck in the Boston Harbor. Boston Harbor has been dirty for way too long until Christmas Eve 1991 when things started to clear up. My life was pretty boring until one day everything around me started to change. It was an ordinary Monday morning and I was floating to school with my sisters. We always took the same route to school. We go straight past the periwinkle rocks, take a right at the pile of rusty soda cans, and then left at the mound of sludge. But today we got lost. How could we get lost? How could we miss the mound of sludge?
After swimming in circles for almost an hour, we finally arrived at school. On the way home, I realized I was not crazy and the mound of sludge was actually so small I could barely see it. The next day things were even stranger. The pile of soda cans was also gone. I was determined to get to the bottom of this. When I got to school, I went to talk to my friend Claire the Crab. She told me that over where she lives in Rocky Lane things were just as strange. There were not as many leaves clogging up the passages between the rocks. Then I noticed our good friend, Squidward the Squid, walking over with a strange thing on his head. I asked, "What in seaweed's name are you wearing on your head?" "These are my new sunglasses!" said Squidward. He asked if any of us had noticed how much clearer the water was. He told us he needed to wear sunglasses now because it was too bright for his eyes.
Something strange was definitely going on around here. There was only one person that had the answer, Professor Perch. Our wise teacher told us about the MWRA and their new wastewater treatment program. This was great news. It meant our neighborhood would be a cleaner and safer place to live. Professor Perch was right. Over the next few months, the water became cleaner and clearer. Of course this meant we had to remember a different way to get to school. We now go straight past periwinkle rocks, turn right at the seaweed stack, and then left at the Happy Clam Sunglass Hut. It was worth it, because now everyone can swim in the harbor without getting sick. All of my friends can swim in it without worrying about getting tumors or fin rot. Those are the benefits of the MWRA taking the sludge out of the Boston Harbor.
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