It all started when our overrated adventurer, The Flying Lotus, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling scarcely pleased, The Flying Lotus slapped a gerbil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few unsatisfying minutes later, he realized that his beloved invisible cloak was missing! Immediately he called his redheaded stepchild of a 'friend', Lady Wonder. The Flying Lotus had known Lady Wonder for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were sassy ones. Lady Wonder was unique. She was attractive though sometimes a little... dimwitted. The Flying Lotus called her anyway, for the situation was urgent. Lady Wonder picked up to a very happy The Flying Lotus. Lady Wonder calmly assured him that most legless puppies belch before mating, yet venomous koalas usually explosively sneeze *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting The Flying Lotus. Why was Lady Wonder trying to distract The Flying Lotus? Because she had snuck out from The Flying Lotus's with the invisible cloak only eleven days prior. It was a curious little invisible cloak... how could she resist? It didn't take long before The Flying Lotus got back to the subject at hand: his invisible cloak. Lady Wonder shuddered. Relunctantly, Lady Wonder invited him over, assuring him they'd find the invisible cloak. The Flying Lotus grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Lady Wonder realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the invisible cloak and she had to do it recklessly. She figured that if The Flying Lotus took the nappy, busted-out hatchback, she had take at least two mi... ... middle of paper ... ...d collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Eagles running off with his invisible cloak. But then God came down with His easygoing smile and restored The Flying Lotus's invisible cloak. Feeling angered, God smote the Eagles for their injustice. Then He got in His best-in-its-so-called-'class' sedan and zipped away with the fortitude of half a million legless puppies running from a huge pack of 3-legged wallabies. The Flying Lotus jumped with joy when he saw this. His invisible cloak was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in five minutes his favorite TV show, Jersey Shore, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When man-eating capybaras meet ebola'). The Flying Lotus was giddy. And so, everyone except Lady Wonder and a few contraceptive-toting long-haired sea monkeys lived blissfully happy, forever after.
...or her motivation; therefore, in hiding the bird, by their silence, they acquit Minnie Wright.
they think nothing of it until they discover the bird. He was found wrapped in a
inflicts no damage upon her scaly skin. She thinks that he was quite foolish to
“I probably would not have noticed it at all had not a butterfly, a yellow butterfly with dark spots like ink dots on its wings, not lit there. What had brought it there? …I watched it fly over the ditch and down into the quarter, I watched it until I could not see it anymore. Yes, I told myself. It is finally over.”
Alice’s scene changes from boredom to excitement promptly with the white rabbit as he scrambles to the rabbit hole, because “[he] is late!” Alice is quite confused. She is i...
As she continues to observe the moth, she begins to see the creature as a metaphor for life itself. The speaker describes him as he flies from one corner of the room to another as if “a fiber, very thing but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body” (1-2). From the speaker’s perspective, he was “nothing but life” (2). Yet, his existence is composed of simple activities, which means that he represents life in its most primal form to the speaker. Yet even in this primal form, she still perceives him as “form of the energy that was rolling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intricate
Peters finds the bird cage, it is empty. This bird cage never actually had a bird in it. In paragraph 218, Mrs. Hale finds the canary has croaked: “‘There’s something wrapped up in this piece of silk,’ faltered Mrs. Hale. ‘This isn’t her scissors,’ said Mrs. Peters, in a shrinking voice. Her hand not steady, Mrs. Hale raised the piece of silk. ‘Oh, Mrs. Peters!’ she cried. ‘It’s—’ Mrs. Peters bent closer. ‘It’s the bird,’ she whispered. ‘But, Mrs. Peters!’ cried Mrs. Hale. ´Look at it! Its neck—look at its neck! It’s all—other side to.’”(Glaspell). Sadly, the bird was strangled, and I think that Mr. Wright did it. Mrs. Wright clearly loved her feathered friend. After it was killed, she wrapped it in a square of silk. Back then, silk was very expensive even for a little piece like that. Mrs. Hale explains how Millie loved to sing, and this bird must remind her of when she was happy. Mr. John Wright was not very happy with this bird. If he could stop his wife from singing and being happy, he could surely stop a little bird. So Wright goes into the room and snaps its neck, destroying his wife’s most prized
The novel begins with the account of Robert Smith, an insurance agent who had promised to “take off…and fly away on [his] own wings” (Morrison 3). Standing on the roof of Mercy Hospital wearing “blue silk wings,” Smith proclaims to a growing crowd that he will fly (Morrison 5). Unfortunately, he is ultimately unable to take flight and falls to his death among the crowd. This is the first image of attempted flight in the novel and the first glimpse of flight being viewed as both possible and natural. Those who had gathered to view Smith’s flight did not “cry out to [him]” or attempt to prevent his leap, but instead encouraged him, implying that t...
Wright, in Trifles, has lived a very isolated and lonely existence experiences a loss of self-control at the death of her bird; she then commits a desperate act in the hopes that it will bring her the sense of equilibrium that was taken from her. Glaspell explains, “MRS. HALE [Her own feeling not interrupted] If there’d been years and years of nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful—still, after the bird was still.” (Glaspell) The bird holds great significance in the life of Mrs. Wright, serving a dual purpose as a friend and entertainer. Without the bird she has only the chores of a farm and her husband who is depicted as a cold and hard man. The bird was perhaps the one bright spot in the life of Mrs. Wright who’s care for it is exhibited in the careful handling of its body. When Mr. Wright kills the bird the slight sense of equilibrium that she had in her life is gone, and without the bird Mrs. Wright is forced back into a life of solitude. The thought of returning to her monotonous and lonely existence without the color that the bird had contributed to her life might have been too much for her to consider. In Glaspell’s depiction of Mrs. Wright after the crime, “” Can’t I see John” “No,” she says, kind o’ dull like. “Ain’t he home?” says I. “Yes,” says she, “he’s home.” “Then why can’t I see him? “I asked her, out of patience. “’Cause he’s dead,” says she. “Dead?” says I. She just nodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin’ back and forth.
The story starts out saying how all the birds in the sky were invited to a feast that would be held in the sky. The birds painted themselves and got ready for the event. The tortoise notices what was happening with be birds because he was very wise and deceitful, or as the book says, “he was full of cunning.” (Achebe 96) The tortoise was hungry and had not eaten in a long time, so the tortoise in his deceitful ways, went to ask the birds if he could join them in the sky. The birds answered, “We know you too well…you are full of cunning and you are ungrateful. If we allow you to come with us you will soon begin your mischief.” (97)
“Oh the poor thing!” cried the pixie. Amelia walked to the animal and grabbed a bandaid to cover one of the wounds. “I don’t know what to do an order to make Margaret stop” said Amelia. “The only thing you can do is talk to her, or else she will continue to hurt them” said the mortal. “I need help though because like I said before, everytime I try I get scared and, it just goes bad” Amelia cried. “I can’t do much i’m so tiny and im basically a creature myself” said the fairy. “Yeah and i’m only good for being strong but I can’t do much either, you are the only one who has a chance at making Margaret quit” said the mortal. “I just can’t” cried Amelia. “We’ll be right there with you and be “backup”” said the mortal. Amelia agreed to go talk to Margaret. Amelia whispered into the dragons ear “I’ll be back soon.” Amelia walked out of the hospital and the pixie and mortal followed her. “ I dont even know where she is” said Amelia. It was already getting dark out, but they continued to hunt for Margaret. “I’m getting kinda tired” said Amelia. The other two agreed, so they found a grassy area and layed down. They all fell
Elisa Allen is a lonely woman who enjoys growing and nourishing her chrysanthemums. Since her husband is always working by the fence, he never gives Elisa due attention and affection. Knowing that she can never intervene her husband¡¦s work ¡§Elisa watched them for a moment and then went back to her work.¡¨ Her husband says: ¡§I wish you¡¦d work out in the orchard and raise some apples that big.¡¨ Letting alone his lack of interest for her chrysanthemums, he does not even care about her. Elisa is vex and anger by her husband¡¦s lack of care, and she decides to take care of her chrysanthemums-symbol of how beautiful she really is. Despite her effort, she realizes that she is gradually detached from the world outside the garden. Her gardening area is a ¡§cage¡¨ that protects her from potential harms. Everything changes, however, when the tinkerman arrive. Seeing that the tinker shows interest in the Chrysanthemums, Elisa, although hesitant at first, ¡§melted¡¨ the irritation from her face and begins to reach out towards the outside world.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Here she finds a strange caterpillar on a mushroom smoking a hookah. It doesn’t even matter that the caterpillar talks and questions Alice about her identity, the way he looks should be enough for Alice and the audience to question their sanity. Upon being asked who she is by the caterpillar, Alice has no idea anymore. She is becoming as mad as she believes the inhabitants of Wonderland to be. The caterpillar seems to be able to read Alice’s thoughts now ‘Just as if she had asked it aloud’ - which leads us to believe that Alice is so confused about her identity that perhaps her thoughts aren’t even hers anymore. By the end of this chapter we again see characters leave Alice in anger as she insults the caterpillar on his height and scares the pigeon who believes her to be a serpent. The caterpillar and pigeon both found Alice to be very strange indeed, yet their surroundings were absolutely normal to them - which again shows that Alice is the only odd thing in Wonderland and is able to upset the
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts