Anxiously I paced until I heard the alluring beeping. A plastic baggy rested on the counter beside me. I opened my microwave to the sweet aroma of chicken nuggets. They were too hot at the moment. Dinosaur nuggets cried out my name, begging to be eaten. I grabbed the bag and scooped up nuggets. I could feel the steam in the bag. Warm and almost a soft feel. I glanced at the flickering numbers on the clock. My dog Abby was jittering with excitement, her leash draggy under her. Securing my bag of chicken I then carefully picked up her leash. When I pulled open my front door, I noticed how dark it had already gotten. The sky was a shade of blush. One of the better shades of pink considering I don’t really care for pink. Before I could get another thought out my dog jerked me to the sidewalk. Washington Park wasn’t far from my house which made it a …show more content…
A nice park. Plenty of trees, a baseball diamond, a playground with slides, swings, and benches. Finally, I had arrived. We rushed to the nearest bench and plopped down. I pulled out the bag of still warm nuggets. I marveled at how golden and crispy they looked. I ripped off its T-Rex head. An explosion of warm, savory chicken filled my mouth. I took a bite, then another. It was so unbearably delicious I almost inhaled them all at once. As I was about to bite into another I looked just past the nugget. Abby sat there staring into my soul. The part of her that is greyhound elongated her nose, making her appear even more heartbroken. Her collie ears that usually stood tall now rested. She knew exactly what she was doing and so did I, but her expression could be still sadness in the coldest of hearts. None of that is why I gave her the last Dino nugget though. Her breath smelled of rotting genitals. I could no longer take the smell. I had her shake and play dead, but I happily tossed her the golden treat. I wanted her and that mouth as far away as possible on the walk
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
...om her mother and transported to a pet store where she was locked in a cage until she was purchased by my friend Hailey. I want you to think about her excitement to have a home and Hailey’s excitement to have a new pet to love. Now I want you to think about Hailey receiving the devastating news that her puppy had to be euthanized and Daisy’s fear as she was taken from her owner’s hands and put to death.
She came to the top of the sand and peeked over to make sure nobody was there. Sure enough, everybody was inside getting their rest. She started walking next to the beach at where the tide came in, listening to the waves hit the water. It was a peaceful night until she fell over something and landed with a thud. Something moaned and she hoped it wasn’t a human or else she would have been sent to animal control like that. A figure stood up and Foxleen soon recognized it was another fox. “My name is Foxy,” the other fox said with his hand out for Foxleen to shake. Foxleen and Foxy had an instant connection, they talked until the sun came up. Foxleen then said her goodbyes and started walking back up the beach. Foxy had a desire to be with Foxleen and couldn’t let her walk away without knowing if they would meet again. Foxy walked up to her and started walking with her. She didn’t care one bit and played along with it. He asked Foxleen why she didn’t stay in the daylight and she explained to him why and what would happen if she got caught. Foxy was so surprised to hear that the humans could be that mean. He was also surprised that she had never heard of the animal beach that was a couple miles down the beach from where they were. Foxy took Foxleen to the beach and to her surprise there were many animals there including her friends. They ran up to her to
A couple of friends and I went camping last summer around Pitt Lake. We were a group of four skinny urkels who knew almost nothing about camping, and it didn’t help to have hiking backpacks twice our size and weight. One day, we were canoeing on the lake about 2 hours from land, and almost 4 hours from our destination. Out of the blue, a loud roar echoed through my ears. I first I thought it was the 3 cups of Mr.Noodles I hogged this morning until one of my buddies yelled out “THUNDER” . Being the charismatic leader I am, I calmly tried to reassure them that it was going to be okay, but all that came out of my mouth was a loud screech. I was more motivated than ever to reach our destination, but my friend was, even more, eager to reach shore
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I can hear the hum of taxi cabs whizzing past me as I stand on the corner of the busy downtown street. New York City! I still can't believe that I'm here or that I'm staying here. Aunt Allison was so sweet to let me live in her place whilst she travels around south America. I step out onto the road when the traffic light changed from green to red.
I was sitting with my friend, Pistol on one of the bucking shoots watching the barrel race.
"Honey," my mom yelled to me one sunny afternoon, "Go out and feed Sugar." Sugar was our dog, a big, husky lap dog. I went to our kitchen, and got some food. Then I stepped outside, into the warm, fresh August air, looking for Sugar. I glanced to where I kept Sugar, and couldn't believe my eyes. Sugar was not there. I ran to the place where Sugar slept, I saw that the leash was elegantly coiled up. I knew that Sugar could not have run away. I thought that she must have chased a deer or another animal. Then a disturbing thought hit me, Sugar might have been abducted. As I tried to push that thought out of my mind, I thought that my mom could have put Sugar out in the garage. I went to the garage to check, but unfortunately Sugar wasn?t there. ?Mom,? I cried after a couple of seconds, ?Do you know where Sugar is??
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
attire stood up and with her little boy in tow, took a deep breath and
Not too long ago, Ms. Morris’s beloved dog, Hattie, had 5 puppies. Everyone in town thought the puppies were boring and ugly. Their eyes were closed, made a little movement, and didn’t make any noise. Nobody thought the dogs were cute, and nobody wanted them.
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.
The day was blue skies and chilly; an ideal autumn day. Though, when we left for dance the sky was deeply dark. Mackenzie and I were almost to the car when we heard commotion behind us from my dad, brother, and dog. My dad decided to let Rocky, a one year old puppy, out with no leash. Of course