I was looking around my little log cabin to find my boots. All I could see was a small space I call home. “Ah. There they are.” I say, setting my eyes on a pair of tan-brown hiking shoes next to the fireplace. I grab my nets from the corner of the room, right next to the door. “William!” Martha called before I went out. “you have to go fishing! We are low on food again!” “That’s exactly what I’m doing Martha!” I hollered before I closed the door to our little cabin. As I walked the half mile to Oder river, I was thinking about how many times we “run low on food again.” Probably more than 5 times a month. I thought. Once I got to Oder river, I set up a few nets and sat on the usual rock I always sit on. After about 15 minutes, I heard a muffled scream from the water. Then I decided that it was getting …show more content…
However, I don’t see the two regular fish that you caught so go get them!”
“But what if the fish comes?” I ask shyly.
“Then you tell him that since you let him go that he has to grant you a wish! Tell him that if he is a real “magic fish” then to…” she stopped for a second, “grant us with a bigger house! Now go!” She demanded.
As I walked to Oder river I thought about how silly it was to think that there is a “magic fish” in a regular river. As I came closer to the river I was completely over the idea that there is a magic fish.
“Hello? ‘Magic fish?’ I know you aren't real, but just to make sure… fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish?!? Yeah that’s what I thought…” I mumbled.
“WHO SUMMONS ME?!” The strange voice spoke in a huge booming voice.
“AGHHH” I shrieked.
“I’M JUST KIDDING!! I’m the magic fish, but you can call me fish.” Fish explained. “So… what’s your wish?”
“I want you to grant me and Martha with a bigger house.” As I said this, I stumbled on my words.
“Ok then,” he snapped his fing- fins and said “there now go home.” Fish said, with a clear annoyance in his
“This ones going to kill my story. It was so happy and magical.” Elizabeth fluttered to the front of the room.
Esperanza wishes she could change where she lives. Even though Esperanza moved to a nicer house, she still does not like the house on Mango Street. Esperanza’s parents made the house they were moving to seem luxurious. Upon arrival, Esperanza realized “the house of Mango Street is not the way they told it at all. It’s small and red with tight steps in front and windows so small you’d think they were holding their breath” (4). Even though the house on Mango Street is an improvement, it is still not good enough for Esperanza. Esperanza says, “I knew I had to have a house. A real house. One I could point to. But this isn’t. the house on Mango Street isn’t it” (5). She dreams of one day having a bigger and better house. The new and improved house will be a place for others to come and stay, “some days after dinner, guests and I will sit in front of a fire. Floorboards will squeak upstairs. The attic grumble. Rats? They’ll ask. Bums I’ll say, and I’ll be happy” (87). Dreaming of moving to a new house not only gives Esperanza the feeling of control and independence, but makes her
Big Fish is like an incomprehensible film, which never ceases to stop surprising its viewers. The story is an amazing fantasy created by Tim Burton, which transports the viewer to another dimension by means of the main character’s experiences and adventures through the film. In the story the viewer finds a father, Edward Bloom, and a son, Will Bloom. The father is an extravagant storyteller, in which his son grew up hearing his tales and begins to doubt their credibility. Throughout the film the viewer can catch a glimpse of numerous acts of magical realism, but overall identifies the characteristic of mirror reversals which adds a special touch to the story when intertwined with the father and the son as they undergo a life changing journey.
In this entertaining, search into global fish hatcheries, New York Times writer Paul Greenberg investigates our historical connection with the ever changing ocean and the wild fish within it. In the beginning of the book Paul is telling his childhood fishing stories to his friends, that night Paul discovers that that four fish dominate the world’s seafood markets in which are salmon, tuna, cod, and bass. He tries to figure out why this is and the only logical answer he could come up with is that four epochal shifts caused theses wild fish population to diminish. History shows that four epochal shifts happen within fifteen years causing certain fish species populations to diminish. He discovers for each of the four fish why this happened to
Sarah shook her head and climbed beneath Lucy-Lou’s bed, as though having already seen it. Lucy-Lou kneeled down and peered underneath. She held out the plate of cookies. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to come out.”
...m the “battered and venerable and homely” fish is now a decorated war hero who has fought many battles. The speaker always had respect for the fish but at the end her admiration is so outstanding that she feels obligated to honor it. The final declaration is, “And I let the fish go” (76). This is the culmination of all the previous dialogue and shows the speaker’s utmost respect for the fish and how it would be inhumane of her to kill it.
“I don’t get it. Why did you have to give me a pet name in the first place? What’s the point?”
“They always told us that one day we would move into a house, a real house that would be ours for always so we wouldn't have to move each year… Our house would be white with trees around it, a great big yard and grass growing without a fence. This was the house Papa talked about when he held a lottery ticket and this was the house Mama dreamed up in the stories she told us before we went to bed.” (1.4)
To which Thomas replied, “Reading calms me and makes me feel in control of when the story begins or ends and fishing has a deeper meaning for me. When I catch a fish and it flops around still attached to my rod, I feel a connection unlike a feel with humans. I get to choose when this connection ends by cutting the fish off the rod.”
“ Yes, three wishes. I will stay only until you have made your final wish. But other than that, I am yours.”
Big Fish is a movie about a father with a seemingly vast imagination and a son who is very hesitant to believe a word his father says. Throughout the film, the viewers are exposed to how the two protagonists’ personalities clash. The movie is based on the father, Edward Bloom, and his “tale tales” that everyone except for his son, William, seem to believe. With the gradual realization that he only knows his father based on the stories he tells, Will becomes infuriated when his father makes his stories the subject of their lives. The fallout and eventual mending of a relationship between a father and son in the film Big Fish evaluates the line between fact and fiction with the correlation of time.
While Marina was still searching and getting ready her Dad was outside in front of the house hooking the boat up to the van and getting all the fishing equipment ready to go. He needed to pack the emergency kit, the tackle boxes, paddles, fishing poles, and he could not forget to pack LUNCH!
that way is the T.V room." Then my eyes caught her eyes and I pondered
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.