Several students asked me to share some additional stories about Mesopotamia...
Wonder
By Ariana
As mother finished the chores I sat in wonder, as I always was.
Then I heard father yell “Uanna, there is someone here for you!” I was surprised. No one ever has come to see me, and that made me joyful inside.
As I went up I saw shadows. When I got to the top I saw father laying out the clay that mother and Sup had just written on. I looked up to see royal guards waiting to talk to me.
Then a small messenger boy gave me a letter. It read
“Dear Uanna, you have been cordially invited to the castle of love to interact with the first daughter Hili, daughter of Namkuzu the Great. If you decide to accept follow these men to the castle.”
Hili was the girl at teaching times that I played with. She was so nice and funny but I never knew she was the daughter of Namkuzu.

I quickly gave the letter to father and said “Daddy, please please please can I go?”
Happily he said “Any orders or requests from Namkuzu the Great we follow, so yes of course. And stay as long as you like.”
I was overjoyed, speechless, and about to explode with happiness. I then rushed down the ladder to tell mother. “Mother, Mother I am going to the castle of love. Mother, Mother where are you?”
She then popped out of nowhere and said “Honey that's great, but be quiet. Sup is sleeping.”
Sup is my grandmother. As I said goodbye to my mother and father I rushed to go with the guards. It took us three minutes to get to the castle and enter her chambers. Then as I opened the door I looked at the window and saw beautiful, crisp, dark, long hair flowing in the gleam coming into the room.
But then suddenly I closed my eyes and felt bright light streaming directly on my eyes.
Then I opened my I eyes. I woke up to see that it was just a dream and that I was back in my house laying across from Sup, like always.
I said to myself “That's why everybody always calls me wonder girl.”
I had never believed, but now I do.
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Technology King
Once upon a time there was a boy named Juggernaut who lived in Mesopotamia.
One day he was hopping along the river bank and stumbled on a surplus of iron. Juggernaut took the iron home and laid it out on his desk.
Juggernaut then stared at it for hours trying to think of something he could do with it. Then his eyes started to twinkle and his smile started to shine.
Juggernaut began working with the iron. The iron became sharper and sharper. It looked like a regular knife but then he began making little half ovals on the knife blade. When he was done it looked different than a regular knife.
Then Juggernaut yelled a little in excitement. He said these exact words: "I have created the bread knife (SERRATED KNIFE)."
The serrated knife that Juggernaut created was the first of its kind. After that Juggernaut was known as TECHNOLOGY KING.
A note about Lucas's story, from Mr. Richmond:
We have not discussed the transition from stone tools to bronze tools to iron tools.
Iron tools have several advantages over stone and bronze.
While writing his story, Lucas determined -- correctly -- that iron tools were first used in Mesopotamia. This occurred around 1300 BC.
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Mesopotamia Story
I have lived in Ur for my entire life.

I live in the countryside, with mother and father, where we use irrigation systems to grow crops - mainly wheat.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live inside the city walls. I have asked mother and father about it, but they always change the subject or list off things I’m supposed to be doing.
One day, though, I will get to go inside, maybe soon. Probably not. There’s no harm in hoping, though. I will ask them again soon, when I have nothing to do, perhaps today. In fact, I might ask them now.
I walk into my house, following the sound of mother’s humming. “Can we go inside the city walls? Please?” I ask once more.
She sighs, smiling. This must be the 1,000th time I’ve asked this question.
“Okay, okay, but just this once. Remember, it’s not exactly easy to travel back and forth.”

I can’t believe it! I’m going to the city! I go outside and do a few things I needed to do while my mother calls my father in from the fields quickly to discuss the trip. It is not exactly easy to travel between the countryside and the city, you see. It takes a long time, and the oxen get tired of pulling us. But, tomorrow, we will go there. I go to bed anticipating tomorrow, when my parents have decided we’ll leave.
The next morning, I wake up early, and not soon after, my father announces we are going to leave now.
Finally, we have arrived at the city.

Mother insists we go see the big temple first, because she says she wants me to see it. It’s huge.
Mother wasn’t kidding when she said it was big. “It’s dedicated to the moon god Nanna, and his wife, Ningal,” she says. It must be more than three times father’s height.
Father then takes us to a harbor, which is like a big lake for docking boats.
The rest of the time, we look around shops that sell things from beautiful pottery to wooden wheels for building transportation devices.

There are hundreds of streets lined with houses and shops. There’s definitely a surplus of things to do inside the city walls. We’ve only been here for what seems like seconds when father says we have to go. I know I will never forget my first trip inside Ur’s city walls.