Descriptive Essay: The House On Mango Street

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Thump…thump…my feet rhythmically climbed the stairs to my house. Another long and uneventful day at work. I sniffed my clothes. The reeking smell of decomposing garbage and cleaning supplies radiating from my clothes. I sighed. Nothing would be better than unwinding with my favorite show, Bonanza. Not taking the time to change into pajamas, I flipped on the TV and pressed play (Bonanza already in the DVD player from last night). My mind drifts to what western life would have been like and I smile. All the adventures I could have, driving cattle and shooting outlaws. Unlike last night I only make it a couple minutes into the western adventure before my eyes become too heavy to keep open. My vision blurs and soon goes dark. I had the sensation …show more content…

What's your name miss?" Ben Cartwright asked giving me his full attention. I didn't need to respond Little Joe jumped right up and answered the question. " And where did you come from?" Ben asked again eyeing me. I then realized I was still in my stinky work clothes and I was wearing--pants. I made a low chuckling sound in my voice, " I seem to be lost" was the only response I gave. Ben's eyes warmed and the next thing I knew; I was laying in the guest bedroom listening to the chirp of crickets. The next morning was a blur as the boys bustled about getting ready for the new day. "What's for breakfast?" Hoss shouted into the kitchen. Unintelligible string of Japanese followed. " Hoss you should know by now that Hop Sing doesn't like to be bothered while he's cooking." Adam chuckled. "Gabdarnit, I'm just so hunger!" , Hoss whined and slumped at the table. After breakfast had been served, and Hoss had downed three helpings of flapjacks, the business of the day was being discussed. "We have to round up the strays on the west side, up by the canyon." Ben was directing " It's going to be difficult because Old Bert is down with the flu so we'll be a hand short." I perked up at this," I could help!" Oh how great it would be to ride along side my hero's and do exactly what I've always wanted to do--be a cowgirl. " I don't know about that..." Ben started but was interrupted by …show more content…

For at least 300 yards it was sheer cliff on each side of the passage; only allowing a 50 yard distance from each side. Large boulders speckled the path to our left. It's going to be a tight fit I thought to myself. The next moment was chaos. Gunshots ricocheted behind us and to the right. I twisted around in my saddle, three riders were pursuing us at full speed, and another two to the right of us. We were surrounded." GET THE CATTLE ACROSS NOW!", Ben shouted to Hoss and I, " WE'LL FIGHT THEM OFF!" Ben, Adam, and Little Joe pulled right--away from the herd to find cover. Hoss and I quickly picked up the speed of the herd; Hoss to the right and me to the left. The narrow passage looming closer. Rapid gunfire rung through the air, but I didn't look back. We were now upon the narrow passage. The cattle bunched together--knowing danger was near. A blur out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Somehow one of the thieves had slipped past and was now approaching at break neck speed. We have to pick up the speed of these cows I thought. The rider started wildly firing his pistol at Hoss and I. I quickly ducked over the neck of my horse to avoid being shot. The gunfire frightened the cattle which created panic in the herd. Larger cows started pushing their way to the front. My heart jumped. A smaller cow had been plowed down in the panic and tumbled down the ravine. Pounding hoof beats

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