Prologue Once upon a time, like how most fairy tales start out, there were two grand kingdoms that was unknown to each other because they were far, far apart. They both decided to throw a party for their newborn child. One was a handsome little boy and one a beautiful small girl. The kingdoms handed out many invitations to family and friends to attend that the kingdoms found out about each other. The kings and queens were angry because the parties were on the same day. The two kingdoms fought and decided to just host one party. King Do wanted his party to be at his palace. “My palace is bigger than yours and we have all the essential party supplies” his majesty stated proudly. The other king being offended decided to gather all of his advisors to see what he should say. “Respects to you, but we have a larger banquet hall and out food is made from the finest chefs in the world.” King Do looked at King Kuo and decided that fighting wouldn’t really solve anything. He proposed that King Kuo bring all that he can to his palace and the helpers can just do whatever they can to prepare this banquet. “Why at your palace, why not mine?”, King Kuo asked flustered. “Well, if you really want to bring out the rulers and measure which place is bigger…My daughter was born first anyways.” “BY ONLY THREE MONTHS” “Nope, doesnt matter” King Do snapped and left the room. “If he had hair he would flip it in your face. Just be grateful he didn’t”, Queen Do said in an apologetic embarrassed tone. After three whole years of planning they decided to hold the banquet on the 12th of January. As the light blue balloons danced to the pounding sound of music, guest chattered among themselves and the chefs bringing out the delicate snacks onto the tabl... ... middle of paper ... ...place. She stopped jumping and let me fix it. “I wonder if I can cut this and make a mustache.”, I asked her showing her which strand of hair I was talking about. She grabbed it back quickly away from me defensively. “Dont even think about it.”, she warned me with a cute evil glare. “It’s our turn nextttt. Show them your wrist thingy majiggy.” I showed the checker it and we sat in the front row of this ride. It’s like a feris wheel, but goes faster and holds rows of people. When the checker came he tightened the seats, then started walking back to start the ride. I think within those few seconds Lily got scared and grabbed my hand. Her hands are always warm even though its January. I was thinking about how much I was actually happy when Im with her. Do I like her? I dont think I can like someone on the first day of meeting, but then again I met her when I was three.
When the red knight’s horse started to run sand flew behind him and Kaboom, his stick went right in the middle of the bullseye! The red knight’s crowd screamed, but I screamed the loudest. The only problem was the other crowds yelled,” Boooooooooo!” After that the king yelled,”Let the feast begin!” and we received all the food imaginable: chicken, corn, potatoes, bread, etc. It smelled great and the food tasted like heaven. But that was not all. Next the final show
Thomas stared down at his stomach. It roared as loud as a lion, after three days of unsuccessful hunting. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the smell of eggs and bacon drifting up to his nostrils from the kitchen, or the thought of the mouthwatering caramel apples and hot apple dumplings that would be sold at the festival. Regardless, he was hungry, and knew that he would be the first one at the kitchen table when h...
King Gabriel simultaneously blows him back into his chair with the flicker of two fingers. “Sit down,” he commands, lowering his hand. “How do we expect our people to be civil with one another when we can’t?”
... I had never even seen most of the food displayed, I eagerly and respectfully tried each dish. After everyone in the room sat down at the massive table, the Rabbi picked up a glass of wine and made a prayer over it. Then, Rabbi Kanelsky passed around pieces of Challah bread to the entire table. This lunch festival was yet another ceremony dedicated to one of the member’s deceased relative. At the conclusion, the Rabbi said another prayer out loud for the deceased and the relative expressed his gratitude to everyone.
“I have other business to do now.” Charles explains. “I’ll see you later.” The King goes across the hall to check on the Queen. But before he had gone in the room, a feeling of impending doom strikes him. He looks out the window apprehensively. Nothing seems to be wrong. He goes back to his own business. Suddenly, he hears screams from outside the castle. “The kingdom is being attacked!” he exclaims. He runs down the stairs as fast as he can. “Julian, while I lead the army, I need you to keep guard on the room in which the queen is right now.” He commands. “We cannot lose the heir to the throne!” King Ch...
The General hails a waiter and drinks are set before them. Sir Belemy takes a seat and speaks.
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. It’s surprising just how far some people are prepared to travel for a free lunch. It’s a good job the groom didn't choose the menu, otherwise we would have had penut-butter sandwiches washed down with beer.
The servants of the king, symbolically known as the prophets, were sent to complete the King’s bidding and to inform the guests of the upcoming wedding banquet. Rather than accept as per ...
to the king, and provide the king with his services. This all came to a gradual
The ballroom at the Yacht Club was decorated with deep red roses and black ribbons, the perfect combination of colors for a winter wedding. Long, tall windows covered the walls to let all the guests experience the view of the nearby ocean. Each round table was decorated with a long black underskirt cloth, a shorter bright white tablecloth, with each placemat arranged around a beautiful vase full of red roses. The wooden dance floor, full of chairs for the ceremony, took up half of the room, while the other half was occupied with 15 round tables and one rectangular Head Table. As the guests walked up the stairs to our ballroom, they would see a guest book that was decorated with pictures and captions and ready for their signatures.
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Eager for a break, the princess replied, "Why, thank you. I will go there immediately."
The tone of The Little Prince is often lonely and fragile-sounding, much like the little prince himself, when he ventures into the world of adults in an attempt to understand them. The writer emphasizes, throughout the story, that loneliness is what isolates the adults rather than children because they are unable to see things with their minds, hearts, and imagination. Both the protagonist (the little prince) and secondary protagonist (the narrator) lead lonely lives because of this isolation due to the differences between the minds of children and adults. "So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to," writes the narrator, before his plane crashes in the middle of the Sahara. He explains this in the first few chapters - living his life alone - because this 'world of grownups' does not understand him and wishes for him to talk of their idea of 'sensible' and 'practical' things. This made him very lonely, not so much in a physical sense, but so that he could never really find anyone to relate to. The narrator explains that after flat responses to his imaginative observations to things, "'Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and gold, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.'" In one of my magazines is an article called, "Popularity Truths & Lies," where popular girls talk about their social status. In large, red print, it says, "Lie: Popular girls are never left out or lonely." The girls then go on to explain how sometimes, they feel as if they are making so many friends only because of their popularity. They say that it's great to be popular, but difficult to find someone that really wants to befriend them for true qualities rather than social status. The situations between the narrator of The Little Prince and these popular students is that it seems that they would never be isolated (popular students from their admiring peers and the supposedly sensible-minded narrator from the adult world) - physically, at least - but inside the kind of friend they are really longing for is someone to understand and honestly talk to in order to end the abstract barriers between these worlds of people.
bring him to his knees where he discovers what it means to be King. As he rises to
“oh Charles of course I forgive you if anything im glad it happen at least now you know without a doubt that I care about you only you Charles and not your money.”