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Aloysius’s Secret Aloysius had a secret. It was a wonderful secret; each time he thought of his secret he smiled a happy smile. None of the other rabbits knew his secret. None of the squirrels or chipmunks knew his secret. In fact, no one in all of Peaceful Meadow knew Aloysius’ secret. Some of the other bunnies made fun of Aloysius’ name. The first time they laughed at him he ran home crying to his mommy. She hugged him and dried his tears. Then she sat him on her lap, and explained why she gave him such an unusual name. "The first time I saw you I knew you were special so I gave you a special name," his mother said smoothing the fur between his ears. It was always sticking up. He even tried putting bacon grease on it. The fat seemed to …show more content…
Before him was a tree who’s top surely touched the clouds. Gathering his courage, Aloysius quickly jumped into the darkened forest. A great barn owl swooped low over his back. "Who cooks for you?" it called. Aloysius ran. He hopped over logs, under thickets, through a stream, stopping under a large sycamore tree to catch his breath. Trembling, wet and thoroughly lost he started to cry. Why hadn’t he listened to his mommy? She always told him to stay out of the great dark forest or he would get lost. He heard a rustling to his left. Maybe it was the giant snake coming for him like it tried to get grandfather. Aloysius flexed his back legs, ready for the biggest hop of his life. Just when he was ready to spring, he heard a small voice. "Are you all right? Do you need assistance?" Squinting down in the tall blades of grass Aloysius saw a tiny chipmunk. The little animal barely came to his shoulder. "My name’s Chester and I live right over there," he said pointing to a big flat rock. Aloysius didn’t see any opening, however there was one. "Oh please, could you help me? I’m looking for my grandfather. He came in the forest a long time ago. I got lost looking for …show more content…
How could he describe grandfather? Then he remembered what his mother said. "He looks like me - only older and his left toe is missing. He fought the giant snake." "Missing a toe is he?" Chester asked. When Chester spoke, he whistled through his large front teeth. Aloysius had never heard anyone speak like this. His mother and father always taught him to be kind. He didn’t say anything about Chester’s speech impediment. This being the first chipmunk Aloysius encountered he didn’t realize all chipmunks speak with a whistle. Something to do with their large front teeth I presume. "Come with me," Chester shouted. Suddenly Chester was off running so rapidly Aloyouis could barely keep him in sight. He hopped as fast and as long as long as he could without knowing where he would land. One time he came down a big fat beetle. "Excuse me," Aloysius cried out as hopped away. The beetle just glared him then hurried away. As he bounced along Aloysius became frightened. On either side of him, the dark forest seemed to close in. He almost stopped, then he remembered his mother’s sad face when she spoke of grandfather. Chester halted beside a large opening beside a huge fir tree. Aloysius jumped over him before he could stop. Chester disappeared down a hole. Cautiously Aloysius peeked into the darkness. Suddenly light flooded the spacious room as Chester switched on a tall floor
She gave a quick hug. And then went to liberate Lindy of his choker, that she had lent her.
The birds have obviously had a run in with the tortoise in the past and there was no way they would trust him. The tortoise basically told the birds that he has changed and he is not like he used to be. The ...
Little Red Riding Coat finally got to the house from finding her grandmother a big bouquet of flowers and noticed the door open and so she came inside. She felt different going inside as if she was scared, but how could that be because Little Red Riding Coat was never scared, especially at grandmothers. She went to her grandmother 's bedroom and found that her grandmother looked different.
“Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.”
They ran to the east side of the tree. On the other side was a huge surprise. It was a whole new world for them. They realized they were in another time. The first thing they did was look at their surroundings, and they saw a lot of top hats and gowns and multi-coloured parasols; everyone had a horse and buggy. They were in
3. Chapter 1, page 5, #3: “Moving through the soaked, coarse grass I began to examine each one closely, and finally identified the tree I was looking for by means of certain small scars rising along its trunk, and by a limb extending over the river, and another thinner limb growing near it.
Now Daniel, who is not your typical kid, was bigger than the rest. He wore round rimmed glasses, had a slurred speech, wore a black satchel around his body, and waddled when he walked because of his short steps. He lashes his
...eaming in the woods he began to run through the woods as if a strong
The short story of Richard Wright (Almos’ a Man) presents a seventeen year old young man from a community of African American, who was Dave. Dave was struggling with growing up and he was also struggling to know exactly who he was. Dave was used to work with some African American men under a guy named Mister Hawkins. Dave’s job was plowing a field with an old white mule named Jenny. Dave thought he was a man, for he was always seriously wanted to get a gun because he thought gun is a power of a man, getting a gun can make him a man, having a gun can gave him much respect, but Dave was socially treated as a boy.
He stumbled over a root and the cry that pursued him rose even higher. He saw a shelter burst into flames and the fire flapped at his right shoulder and there was a glitter of water. Then he was down, rolling over and over in the warm sand, crouching with an arm to ward off, trying to cry for mercy.”
“Quit complaining you two, your grandfather is very lonely,” snapped mum. “You know how he has been since your grandmother passed, it will be nice of you two to show some compassion, I’m sure he will be happy to see you,” said the mother enthusiastically.
As quietly as he could, Billy slipped back out of bed. He grabbed that candle holder, with the lit candle inside, and opened the door, trying his hardest to avoid creaking the henges. He walked down the long hallway, and up the steps, which creaked slightly, and headed towards that fourth floor. When he reached his destination, he noticed that there was but a single door at the end of another long hall. Slowly, he edged toward the door. Thinking that he heard footsteps behind him, Billy turned quickly in the direction of the noise. The flames of the candle twisted and flickered against the dark halls. Billy saw no one, so he turned back, still edging towards the lone door.
Swoosh...Swoosh! That was the sound of the water going back and forth because, it was a sunny day for a great day on the beach. All of a sudden everything just went sideways! There was a bear right in front of my family! Mike, my grandpa was so quick he snapped a picture, but then the bear just stared at him. My grandpa was frightened from this bear and he was thinking about all the possible ways to get away from that bear. What do we do now? What was the bear doing there in the first place?
...e roots of the old tree, the star’s light was intercepted by green shoots and small, crinkled leaves— last season’s seeds. Tiny children of the mother tree, they were doomed to live out their lives under her suffocating blanket of branches. Now as they gazed upward, innumerable points of light gazed back. A light wind rustled the miniature stalks of the saplings, blowing the new debris around in short-lived eddies that danced softly through the night.
A half a mile down the road, when I reached the edge of the lentil field, I started to run. I leapt over yesterday's windrows and headed towards the swather, sitting silent and small where I'd left it at the top of the hill. Panting but no longer cold, I climbed up to the seat. I had to pull the choke to make it start. The sound drowned out the birds, making a bubble of dust and noise.