There once was a frog named Roxy that resided in a little pond in the middle of a grand forest. Roxy thought that she was better than all the other frogs. When the frogs would gather in the evening to chirps their songs out, she would hop up on the highest rock that she could find and croak as loud as she could so that her song rose above the rest. After the singing would end, she would look down from her perch and say “Do you hear the sky-birds that fly above my head? Are they not put to shame by my beautiful voice? Does my talent not surpass the melodies that fill the twilight air?” To which all the other frogs would respond, “Yes, Ms. Roxy, it does indeed!” She would sneer at all the girl frogs, tease all the boy frogs, and disrespect all the elder frogs. …show more content…
She would assail anyone who dared to question her authority with the most vicious of insults. After her victim would finally relent and she finally (finally is only necessary once, the second is implied)got her way, she would puff herself up and proudly say, “Do you see the scholars who spend their hours in study? Are they not put to shame by my wisdom? Does my knowledge not surpass the great mind of King Solomon himself?” To which all the other frogs would respond, “Yes, Ms. Roxy, it does indeed!” Above everything else, however, she thought that she was extremely beautiful. She would spend hours sitting on the tops of lily pads and admiring her reflection below. She would look at all the other frogs and say “Do you see this water lily here next to me? Is it not put to shame by my loveliness? Does my beauty not surpass the dewdrops that collect on the petals?” To which all the other frogs would respond, “Yes, Ms. Roxy, it does indeed!” (This should be a new paragraph)One cloudy day, Roxy was hoping along down the path that led to her favorite spot on the lily
could get into a lot of trouble but she didn't care. Minerva stated "She didn't mean any
Once she got to the frogs, they ate her, but spit her back up wearing bangles and rings, and a pair of shoes. One was silver, the other gold. She was instructed to go to the festival, but before she left, she was to leave the gold slipper. At the festival, she sang and danced with the chief’s son. When it was time to go home, she told him to stay. The maiden felts sick, but the stepmother only called her names and was allowed nothing to eat. The next day, the chief’s son took the gold shoe and had all available ladies to try on the shoe, none of them could get the shoe to fit. A person had mention the maiden should try it on. So the chief’s son sent his men to get her. She gold slipper fit and he claimed her as his wife. She moved into one of his houses. The frogs came to visit her, bearing gifts of different types of beds for different occasions. The stepmother made the two sisters switch. The chief’s son had the step sister cut up into pieces and retrieved his
The frog’s back is usually textured with coarse tubercles. Its fingers are thinly webbed while the hind foot is more developed. Large disks exist on the fingers and toes to assist with climbing and sticking to objects (Dickerson, 1969). The male and female Grey Tree Frogs are very similar. They are distinguished by the male having a dark underside of his throat. Also the females ears are smaller then the males (Dickerson, 1969).
...e if she attends the ball, and the burdens that will be overpowered if she is chosen to live her life with the Prince; a life that only beauty could bring, something Iris doesn’t hold, and although a person may only have beauty as a strength, there is always a darker weakness preventing them from exploring the disfigured world that surrounds them.
The scene concludes with Selden noting that “noble buoyancy of her attitude, its suggestion of soaring grace, revealed the touch of poetry in her beauty that Selden always felt in her presence, yet lost the sense of when he was not with her. Its expression was now so vivid that for the first time he seemed to see before him the real Lily Bart, divested of the trivialities of her little world, and catching for a moment a note of that eternal harmony of which her beauty was a part”, shortly followed by the exchange between Gerty and Selden mentioned at the outset wherein Gerty says “Don't you like her best in that simple dress? It makes her look like the real Lily—the Lily I know” (XX). For Selden the “real Lily Bart” is her staged beauty and that she truly is just a beautiful spectacle to be admired from afar, shown through how the “poetry in her beauty that Selden always felt in her presence” is very much temporary because once he is not viewing the spectacle that is Lily’s beauty, it is gone, and it takes Selden literally seeing Lily as a work of art in the tableaux to realize this. Gerty, on the other hand, believes that this is the “real Lily” because she chose a simple painting and is presented in an unostentatious way. The problem with the “real Lily” therefore is that her
Before she dies, Ophelia makes garlands of flowers, like a child would. "Fantastic garlands did she make/ Of crowflowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples" (4.7.169-170). During this time, she is reflecting on her childhood, her innocence, and the way life was when everything surrounding her was good and u...
The poem “The Old Maid”, by Sara Teasdale, takes place on a sidewalk on Broadway. The speaker in the poem is a woman walking with who you can infer to be her fiancée and she is describing a brief encounter she had with another woman in the car driving by her. The speaker describes the woman as “The woman I might grow to be,” She then notices how her hair color “…was as mine” and how “Her eyes were strangely like my eyes”. However, despite all these similarities the woman’s hair compared to the speaker’s was “…dull and drew no light”. Her eyes also did not shine like the speaker’s. The speaker assumed that the reason for the woman’s frail appearance was because she had never had the opportunity to know what it was like to be in love. In the last stanza, the speaker no longer looks upon the old maid but to her lover and knows that even though they may look similar she will never be like her.
Lester, Neal A. "Disney's The Princess and the Frog: The Pride, the Pressure, and the Politics of Being a First." The Journal of American Culture (2010). Print.
This quote reveals Lily’s thoughts about death as a result of the bee invasion in her room. She says she is to blame about her mother’s death and her father blames her as well. She wants to be in Heaven or “paradise” because of these thoughts. She believes it would be somewhat appealing to her if she could ask for forgiveness from her mom in Heaven.
“Her face was fair and pretty, with eyes like two bits of night-sky, each with a star dissolved in the blue.” This elaborate simile creates a mental image of the natural beauty of the young princess, Irene, by comparing her eyes to the night sky. The simile also parallels the depth of Irene’s soul to the dark, endless night sky.
When Dillard said the frog “seemed to collapse” like a “deflating football” she is describing how the frog shriveled up when it was slowly dying. Dillard then explains exactly why the frog died, her diction when explaining the frogs death suggests a homicide but the details of her telling suggest that it is a common occurrence in nature. The innocent child that once walked along the island shore gawking over the “inelegant” frogs, has been transformed into a child with a new understanding for the abysmal circle of life. The main character is notably upset at the end of the essay, the lifeless frog corpse sunk to the bottom of the shallow puddle and she “couldn’t catch [her] breath”. The water bug that killed the frog did nothing wrong and was only following instinct, but still it left the girl altered and with a new understanding for life,
How strange and awful it seemed to stand naked under the sky! how delicious! She felt like some new-born creature, opening its eyes in a familiar world that it had never known.
It was then that I remembered the usual thing, when I said to her: "Eyes of a blue dog." Without taking her hand off the lamp she said to me: "That. We'll never forget that." She left the orbit, sighing: "Eyes of a blue dog. I've written it everywhere." I saw her walk over to the dressing table. I watched her appear in the circular glass of the mirror, looking at me now at the end of a back and forth of mathematical light. I watched her keep on looking at me with her great hot-coal eyes looking at me while she opened the little box covered with pink mother of pearls.
Her eyes shined like a glossy pearl just washing on a shore of black sand with the warm rays of the sun shining down on it. Lips of bright cherry red went well with the tight black dress she was wearing. The light hit her just right so you could see every luscious curve of her body. She smelled like an ocean breeze coming in to the shore. Just try to imagine the perfect most beautiful woman you have ever seen in your life and times that by ten fold. Absolute perfection on high heals.