It was a dark and stormy night,
And the bats were well in flight.
The air was cold with wintry winds,
And the demons of Sanville were hot with sins.
Beasts walked through the corridors of what seemed like hell,
Groaning and whining as they listened to the repetitive bell
That informed the community of just another human kill.
These monsters were ugly and had minds that would thrill
The lives of any who weren’t so evil and wicked.
There was one beast thought that wasn’t as sicked
As the rest of the blood thirsty group. He had
A brain that wasn’t quite right if you had
The brain of a Sanville beast. He sat atop
His tower with is a lump o’er his back.
Dreaming of the day when he could run away
From this town and escape the everday
Strife of the like in Sanville. His job was of simplicity
But the violence of it was as complicated as the city
Of Paris. He was what they called the skinner, that
Name nearly explains the job of this lad.
He took care of the bodies, all of the remains,
All parts to the same place. He claimed to his brains,
If my life is to sustain the way that is it today,
I will end my journey on this earth of clay
And rejoice and praise when I escape this wretched place.
So the hermit made a deal with the crab down the way.
the little crab will kill the hermit, partially though,
because hermit would not be deceased, no,
he would still be alive and well,
He would just be dead to the town of Sanville.
So the two of them developed I skeem
That would trick every devil, hound and fiend
That moped the streets of that dreadful dungeon town.
The two sneaky fellows constructed a plan bound
For success. The crab would simply claim insanity
And kill the hermit in the biggest calamity
That Sanville will ever see. Or so they hoped
For the did not know that behind the weeds and rope
a mole was listening to their plot. He was from
the inside where the biggest killers stayed.
His job was to detect misbehavior for he had
A nose for that type of thing. He would stand
And loiter the street of Sanville until he
Caught a group up to no good, then he
Would run the castle at the top of the hill
Where he would tell his masters then they would kill.
So the kings Sanville grabbed their clubs, there forks
And shovels. And they traveled to the tower to dispose
of the traitor at the top. So they made it to the post
and there sat the crab and hermit describing their plan.
So the kings did their deed and got rid of the man
That wanted no more to be involved in this mess.
So in the end, everyone got their wish, and says
The hermit as he sits in heavens halls, my plan went great
Exactly as I had expected.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The Lion's Pride
Deep in the heart of Africa lived a pride of lions who ruled the plains of the Sahara with their strength and wisdom. The leader of this Pride was Jamal, a young fierce warrior. His father had been a wise and caring leader but sadly, had died a few months earlier. Jamal took his place as leader.
Being young and inexperienced, the young leader used his position to show off. Every day he would wake up before the sun and spend a couple hours looking at his reflection, making sure every hair of his mane was in place. Then he ran up the tallest mountain and just as the sun peeked up over the horizon, roared as loud as he could, announcing the start of a new day. All of the animals in the valley would wake up and bow down to their leader. After this ritual, Jamal would spend the rest of his day “patrolling his territory.” This could also be called showing off for the ladies. The new king needed a queen to help him run his kingdom, but he was having a hard time getting the attention of the girl he wanted.
Sierra was the most beautiful lioness in all of the land. With this beauty also came intelligence, and she knew just how proud and arrogant Jamal was. Because of this she refused to marry him. Each time that Jamal approached her with the question, she cut him off.
“Sierra, will you mar…?”
“No.” So much for love at first sight. With every rejection, Jamal got more and more frustrated. He couldn’t understand why Sierra didn’t want to marry him. After all, who wouldn’t want to be the queen alongside the handsomest, strongest, most influential lion of the pride? Finally, he got fed up. He went to Sierra.
“I don’t understand why you won’t marry me. I’m the king of the Pride! What more could you possibly want?” Sierra decided to take this opportunity to teach Jamal a lesson.
“In order to prove that you are strong enough to be my husband, I want you to fight another lion, and win. I don’t care who you fight, but you have to win by sundown.” As soon as Jamal heard this, he raced off to find somebody to fight. He chose the wimpiest, weakest lion he could find- Toby. Then he gathered all the animals to the center of the valley.
“Today I am going to win the love of my life with my awesome strength!” Jamal strutted around Toby in a circle, making a big show. However, in the past few months, the king hadn’t been building up his strength. Instead, he had been proudly preoccupied with his appearance. When Jamal tried to pounce on Toby, the smaller lion quickly leapt out of the way. This was the pattern of the fight for a good two hours, and Jamal began to get tired. Toby sensed that his opponent was nearing exhaustion, and at the right moment, jumped on him pinning him to the ground! Everyone was shocked that their leader had lost, but soon the crowd began to laugh.
“Look at Jamal now! For all his pride he sure isn’t very strong- even Toby can beat him!” Jamal was humiliated and hung his head as he walked back to his den. He realized that pride was causing all of the problems in his life. The next day he didn’t wake up hours before dawn, he didn’t run up the biggest mountain and roar, and he didn’t make all of the animals bow down to him. For days after that, Jamal swallowed his pride and simply did his job as king, making sure everyone was protected. Finally, after almost a year had gone by, Jamal got up the courage to ask Sierra to marry him and this time she said yes! As the two walked off into the sunset Jamal thought of the great lesson he learned.
Being young and inexperienced, the young leader used his position to show off. Every day he would wake up before the sun and spend a couple hours looking at his reflection, making sure every hair of his mane was in place. Then he ran up the tallest mountain and just as the sun peeked up over the horizon, roared as loud as he could, announcing the start of a new day. All of the animals in the valley would wake up and bow down to their leader. After this ritual, Jamal would spend the rest of his day “patrolling his territory.” This could also be called showing off for the ladies. The new king needed a queen to help him run his kingdom, but he was having a hard time getting the attention of the girl he wanted.
Sierra was the most beautiful lioness in all of the land. With this beauty also came intelligence, and she knew just how proud and arrogant Jamal was. Because of this she refused to marry him. Each time that Jamal approached her with the question, she cut him off.
“Sierra, will you mar…?”
“No.” So much for love at first sight. With every rejection, Jamal got more and more frustrated. He couldn’t understand why Sierra didn’t want to marry him. After all, who wouldn’t want to be the queen alongside the handsomest, strongest, most influential lion of the pride? Finally, he got fed up. He went to Sierra.
“I don’t understand why you won’t marry me. I’m the king of the Pride! What more could you possibly want?” Sierra decided to take this opportunity to teach Jamal a lesson.
“In order to prove that you are strong enough to be my husband, I want you to fight another lion, and win. I don’t care who you fight, but you have to win by sundown.” As soon as Jamal heard this, he raced off to find somebody to fight. He chose the wimpiest, weakest lion he could find- Toby. Then he gathered all the animals to the center of the valley.
“Today I am going to win the love of my life with my awesome strength!” Jamal strutted around Toby in a circle, making a big show. However, in the past few months, the king hadn’t been building up his strength. Instead, he had been proudly preoccupied with his appearance. When Jamal tried to pounce on Toby, the smaller lion quickly leapt out of the way. This was the pattern of the fight for a good two hours, and Jamal began to get tired. Toby sensed that his opponent was nearing exhaustion, and at the right moment, jumped on him pinning him to the ground! Everyone was shocked that their leader had lost, but soon the crowd began to laugh.
“Look at Jamal now! For all his pride he sure isn’t very strong- even Toby can beat him!” Jamal was humiliated and hung his head as he walked back to his den. He realized that pride was causing all of the problems in his life. The next day he didn’t wake up hours before dawn, he didn’t run up the biggest mountain and roar, and he didn’t make all of the animals bow down to him. For days after that, Jamal swallowed his pride and simply did his job as king, making sure everyone was protected. Finally, after almost a year had gone by, Jamal got up the courage to ask Sierra to marry him and this time she said yes! As the two walked off into the sunset Jamal thought of the great lesson he learned.
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Fox and the Foolish Poultry
Once upon a time, there was a fox that lived in a cave. His cave was located close to a farm
The fox had always been a problem for the barnyard animals and they never got along.
The fox was always up to some kind of mischief and was either tricking the animals out of their food, or he was stealing it. Once he stole food while the hens were taking care of their chicks. Another time he tricked the horse out of his meal by closing the gate and letting the pigs have the food.
The fox always thought he was smarter than all the other animals on the farm. One day while the chickens were pecking the dirt around the barnyard the fox told them that he didn’t feel good and was going to go to his cave. He asked the chickens to come and check on him to make sure he was okay. He said that he felt he might be too sick to take care of himself.
After the fox had left, the chickens were talking (peeping) to each other and wondered what to do.
“I think it is a trick,” said Paula Pullet. “That fox has always been trouble for us and I don’t see this as any different.”
“I agree,” peeped in Frieda Fryer. “He only looks out for himself.”
Donna Drumstick said that she felt he was telling the truth this time and felt the right thing to do would be to go and check on the fox.
After three days the chickens hadn’t seen the fox around the barnyard. They were talking about this one day while they were in the barnyard visiting their peeps.
“I think we should go up to the cave and see if he is okay,” said Donna. “We haven’t seen him for over three days. He has never been gone that long before.”
“I’m starting to agree,” clucked in Freida. “I thought he was trying to trick us, but now I don’t know.”
Paula too said she thought it was odd that the fox hadn’t been around for so long and that he must be getting hungry and it would be the right thing to do.
Donna said that she would go up to the cave and check on the fox. When she didn’t come back Freida said that she must have gotten lost and that she would go check on her.
The next day when neither hide nor feather of either chicken had been seen, Paula went out to check on her friends.
After a week, the fox came to the barnyard and asked Ralph the Rooster why he hadn’t come to his cave to check on him when he said that he was sick.
Ralph replied that, “I saw a lot of chicken tracks going into your cave, but I didn’t see any coming out.”
The moral of the story is: “Don’t just follow the crowd.”
The fox had always been a problem for the barnyard animals and they never got along.
The fox was always up to some kind of mischief and was either tricking the animals out of their food, or he was stealing it. Once he stole food while the hens were taking care of their chicks. Another time he tricked the horse out of his meal by closing the gate and letting the pigs have the food.
The fox always thought he was smarter than all the other animals on the farm. One day while the chickens were pecking the dirt around the barnyard the fox told them that he didn’t feel good and was going to go to his cave. He asked the chickens to come and check on him to make sure he was okay. He said that he felt he might be too sick to take care of himself.
After the fox had left, the chickens were talking (peeping) to each other and wondered what to do.
“I think it is a trick,” said Paula Pullet. “That fox has always been trouble for us and I don’t see this as any different.”
“I agree,” peeped in Frieda Fryer. “He only looks out for himself.”
Donna Drumstick said that she felt he was telling the truth this time and felt the right thing to do would be to go and check on the fox.
After three days the chickens hadn’t seen the fox around the barnyard. They were talking about this one day while they were in the barnyard visiting their peeps.
“I think we should go up to the cave and see if he is okay,” said Donna. “We haven’t seen him for over three days. He has never been gone that long before.”
“I’m starting to agree,” clucked in Freida. “I thought he was trying to trick us, but now I don’t know.”
Paula too said she thought it was odd that the fox hadn’t been around for so long and that he must be getting hungry and it would be the right thing to do.
Donna said that she would go up to the cave and check on the fox. When she didn’t come back Freida said that she must have gotten lost and that she would go check on her.
The next day when neither hide nor feather of either chicken had been seen, Paula went out to check on her friends.
After a week, the fox came to the barnyard and asked Ralph the Rooster why he hadn’t come to his cave to check on him when he said that he was sick.
Ralph replied that, “I saw a lot of chicken tracks going into your cave, but I didn’t see any coming out.”
The moral of the story is: “Don’t just follow the crowd.”
A Dove’s relationship
Jennifer Haywood
5th hour C.P.
In ancient times there lived a woman named Evelyn but everyone called her Eve. She lived in a large stone castle over looking a wide green forest. Everyday when the sun would set a female dove would sit on her window pane and keep her company. The dove was sleek and slender. She had the best voice in the entire kingdom. In fact, many of the male dove’s would fly from hundred’s of miles just to see her. Eve grew very fond of this dove and named the dove Belle because their sounds were similar.
Eve admired the dove. When ever Eve had suitors come to call, she would get so excited that the suitors would soon run for the hills. Belle had many callers but no matter what they sang to her she never spoke a word. Her only emotion was flirtation. She would bat her eyelashes and coo softly, but no matter how hard the male doves tried they couldn’t get Belle to speak. One male from across the sea heard of the now wide spread challenge to win Belle’s heart. When this handsome bird called to Eve’s window late one night Belle had a feeling this was a bird of a different feather. He was very polite and had a song that harmonized hers perfectly. By the next morning Belle knew everything about her new companion, but he knew nothing about her. He was so curious to just know her name that he asked her to marry him. Belle knew she would never get a chance like this again, so she softly sang, “I do.”
Wedding arrangements were made very quickly in ancient times and it wasn’t two days before the two love birds were married. Eve was Belle’s maid of honor. There were flowers everywhere and the two doves were released as soon as the preacher pronounced them. It had taken a little while for Belle’s left wing band to come in, so the ring was not present for the wedding. When Belle’s husband finally presented her with the ring she spoke her first words to him.
In a high pitched nasally voice she said, “I thought you were from a wealthy family?! This is so plain! Where is the pizzazz?!”
Her husband was shocked to her the voice of his beloved. Where had his sweet song bird gone? For the next ten years Belle’s husband heard constant complaining accompanied by a horrible voice. After their wedding he never heard her lovely song again. He was a strong dove, though, and stuck by Belle. In ancient times there was no such thing as divorce, but Belle’s husband regretted marrying her everyday.
He once said, “The only good thing that came from my marriage was my three children.”
Day in and Day out her nasally voice would nag him. Until one day she got the flu and lost her voice. Shortly after that Belle’s husband died a happy man…in silence.
5th hour C.P.
In ancient times there lived a woman named Evelyn but everyone called her Eve. She lived in a large stone castle over looking a wide green forest. Everyday when the sun would set a female dove would sit on her window pane and keep her company. The dove was sleek and slender. She had the best voice in the entire kingdom. In fact, many of the male dove’s would fly from hundred’s of miles just to see her. Eve grew very fond of this dove and named the dove Belle because their sounds were similar.
Eve admired the dove. When ever Eve had suitors come to call, she would get so excited that the suitors would soon run for the hills. Belle had many callers but no matter what they sang to her she never spoke a word. Her only emotion was flirtation. She would bat her eyelashes and coo softly, but no matter how hard the male doves tried they couldn’t get Belle to speak. One male from across the sea heard of the now wide spread challenge to win Belle’s heart. When this handsome bird called to Eve’s window late one night Belle had a feeling this was a bird of a different feather. He was very polite and had a song that harmonized hers perfectly. By the next morning Belle knew everything about her new companion, but he knew nothing about her. He was so curious to just know her name that he asked her to marry him. Belle knew she would never get a chance like this again, so she softly sang, “I do.”
Wedding arrangements were made very quickly in ancient times and it wasn’t two days before the two love birds were married. Eve was Belle’s maid of honor. There were flowers everywhere and the two doves were released as soon as the preacher pronounced them. It had taken a little while for Belle’s left wing band to come in, so the ring was not present for the wedding. When Belle’s husband finally presented her with the ring she spoke her first words to him.
In a high pitched nasally voice she said, “I thought you were from a wealthy family?! This is so plain! Where is the pizzazz?!”
Her husband was shocked to her the voice of his beloved. Where had his sweet song bird gone? For the next ten years Belle’s husband heard constant complaining accompanied by a horrible voice. After their wedding he never heard her lovely song again. He was a strong dove, though, and stuck by Belle. In ancient times there was no such thing as divorce, but Belle’s husband regretted marrying her everyday.
He once said, “The only good thing that came from my marriage was my three children.”
Day in and Day out her nasally voice would nag him. Until one day she got the flu and lost her voice. Shortly after that Belle’s husband died a happy man…in silence.
Bee Yourself
The music flowed inside her head as she sat in her room. Her wings fluttered and her legs unconsciously moved to the beat. Crystal looked at her clock with a start and realized she was late. As she flew down the hallway, two other bees sidled up to join her.
“Dancing again Crystal? You know, if you spent a little more time on your make-up or wore jewelry or something…you could be so much cooler.” One of the bees said as she flipped her antennae imperiously.
“Well, it’s just that I don’t…I…” Crystal didn’t know what to say. Music was a part of her but she still yearned to be accepted by the other teenagers. She reached the main cavern of the hive and, after a brief lecture on punctuality, was sent outside to The Gardens. The Gardens were beautiful and Crystal loved them. She could picture the blooming flowers of reds, oranges, golds, and every color in between. The honey they held was the hive’s source of food and the core of their society. As Crystal went to gather her normal quota of honey, she came upon a terrible realization: the honey was gone.
Crystal flew desperately from flower to flower searching for the liquid gold of her people. She found nothing. Back at the hive, everyone was in an uproar. Arguments over the loss of the honey and what to do along with whispers of hopelessness echoed down the hallways. Crystal went back to her room and tried not to hear the voices of the hive. She attempted to draw on the music so she could dance away her troubles. She heard nothing.
She couldn’t find her music.
The voice of the other bees mocking her echoed in her mind. Quietly she slipped on a bracelet, then two. A touch of make-up and Crystal could see nothing but a stranger in the mirror. But without her music, why shouldn’t she just fit in with everyone else?
Later that day, Crystal and the other bees set out to find another source of honey. The other bees no longer teased her, but she still felt on the outside of the group. She longed to dance to her music again. The make-up and jewelry and fake laughter was not her. Torn between the longing and desire to be accepted, Crystal could only remain silent. That is, until one of the other bees began talking about music and about how weird people that like it are. Then she could take it no longer.
“You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You fight over having no food instead of rationally figuring out a way to over come it. You look down upon things that you do not understand. Music is a part of me, dancing is my life! Your make-up and jewelry are shields against getting knocked down for who you really are. Well, I’m not afraid anymore!”
She flew away from the other bees and left The Gardens far behind. The music flowed through her veins as she went, released as she accepted herself. As she flew, Crystal noticed the beautiful colors underneath her. What beautiful reds, and oranges and golds...she thought to herself. Such beautiful flowers…Flowers! Crystal had unknowingly come across a new patch of flowers. The hive would have honey and food again! She rushed back to the hive, her wings beating so fast they were nearly a blur.
Crystal told the hive what she had seen, but did not know how to describe where the flowers were at. Then an inspiration hit her. She began to dance on the floor in the pattern that she had flown, using the music and dance steps as directions for the rest of the hive. Never again was she mocked for her music or her dancing. Crystal had saved her hive because she was brave enough to be herself no matter what everyone else thought of her.
“Dancing again Crystal? You know, if you spent a little more time on your make-up or wore jewelry or something…you could be so much cooler.” One of the bees said as she flipped her antennae imperiously.
“Well, it’s just that I don’t…I…” Crystal didn’t know what to say. Music was a part of her but she still yearned to be accepted by the other teenagers. She reached the main cavern of the hive and, after a brief lecture on punctuality, was sent outside to The Gardens. The Gardens were beautiful and Crystal loved them. She could picture the blooming flowers of reds, oranges, golds, and every color in between. The honey they held was the hive’s source of food and the core of their society. As Crystal went to gather her normal quota of honey, she came upon a terrible realization: the honey was gone.
Crystal flew desperately from flower to flower searching for the liquid gold of her people. She found nothing. Back at the hive, everyone was in an uproar. Arguments over the loss of the honey and what to do along with whispers of hopelessness echoed down the hallways. Crystal went back to her room and tried not to hear the voices of the hive. She attempted to draw on the music so she could dance away her troubles. She heard nothing.
She couldn’t find her music.
The voice of the other bees mocking her echoed in her mind. Quietly she slipped on a bracelet, then two. A touch of make-up and Crystal could see nothing but a stranger in the mirror. But without her music, why shouldn’t she just fit in with everyone else?
Later that day, Crystal and the other bees set out to find another source of honey. The other bees no longer teased her, but she still felt on the outside of the group. She longed to dance to her music again. The make-up and jewelry and fake laughter was not her. Torn between the longing and desire to be accepted, Crystal could only remain silent. That is, until one of the other bees began talking about music and about how weird people that like it are. Then she could take it no longer.
“You should all be ashamed of yourselves. You fight over having no food instead of rationally figuring out a way to over come it. You look down upon things that you do not understand. Music is a part of me, dancing is my life! Your make-up and jewelry are shields against getting knocked down for who you really are. Well, I’m not afraid anymore!”
She flew away from the other bees and left The Gardens far behind. The music flowed through her veins as she went, released as she accepted herself. As she flew, Crystal noticed the beautiful colors underneath her. What beautiful reds, and oranges and golds...she thought to herself. Such beautiful flowers…Flowers! Crystal had unknowingly come across a new patch of flowers. The hive would have honey and food again! She rushed back to the hive, her wings beating so fast they were nearly a blur.
Crystal told the hive what she had seen, but did not know how to describe where the flowers were at. Then an inspiration hit her. She began to dance on the floor in the pattern that she had flown, using the music and dance steps as directions for the rest of the hive. Never again was she mocked for her music or her dancing. Crystal had saved her hive because she was brave enough to be herself no matter what everyone else thought of her.
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