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Charolette's Web

If I was Charolette, I would have written Wilbur a secret message in my web.  I would be the big cheese of a spy organization.  Wilbur would be our best agent, and I could trust only him with this top-secret mission.  He would accept, and we would fly him first-class to Guatemala, where he would have to single-handedly take down a drug lord named Chekov, who has a bit too much power for his own good.  He's Russian and has set up a secret cocaine smuggling system within Guatemala.  We have a sleeper agent there that can sneak him into the country.  He would then infiltrate their compound and plant explosives at the "drug stash."  He would then sneak into Chekov's bedroom, only to find that he's been expecting him.  Wilbur will attack him and they will get into a violent hand-to-hand combat scene.  Chekov's winning. Then Wilbur.  Then Chekov.  After Chekov's had a good beating, Wilbur will demand who his supplier is and punch him in the face.  Chekov will mutter about an old friend named Dimitri in Russia and how he's the brains of the operation.  As he's talking, Checkov reaches for a hidden knife in his boot.  He pulls it out and attempts to stab Wilbur.  Wilbur thinks quickly, blocks him, twists his arm causing him to drop the knife, and throws him through a glass widow.  Chekov falls ten stories to his death.  Wilbur has all the information he needs.  The alarm goes off when the guards find his body.  Wilbur makes a dead sprint up the stairs to the roof of the 30 story building.  He gets to the top to find there are guards.  He's in a shoot-out.  He's taking heavy fire.  He blows up the cocaine stash, which causes the guard to turn around. Now's his chance.  He makes a run for the edge.  He jumps off with the sound of gunfire behind him and deploys his parachute!  He sails off to where his getaway car is hidden.  That's what I'd write in my web if I were Charolette.

A Day No Pigs Would Die blog #1

I have two pet dogs and I don't like one of them.  The other is alright, but she barks too much.  I am going to write about my ideal pet, instead of the ones I actually have.  My ideal pet would be a large porcupine.  I would raise him, as my own son, near a nuclear power plant. (to make him people-sized)  I would also teach him to walk, talk, and serve hor d'oeuvres like a person.  He would hang a towel over his sholder, serve me things, and have a British accent just like a stereotypical butler.  When I have guests over, he would entertain them by shooting milk out of his eye. (I also would teach him to do that)  He would never argue or bark at me because he would know who's boss. (me)  He would eventually become sad that I never gave him hugs as a kid because of his "skin condition."  He would be ungrateful of my hospitality and only think of how I never loved him. (which isn't true, his cheese blocks are to die for)  After much contemplation over this roadblock in the highway of life, he would poison my chai tea one day and kill me.  I would mutter before I pass, "Check the box in the attic.......and dust it while you're at it...." He would travel upstairs to the attic to find a box.  He'd open it and find pictures of us and other childhood memories of his.  One picture is off us laughing and him on my sholders.  He would cry, realizing what a big mistake he's made.  He was so disturbed that he took his own life.  That would be my ideal pet.

Group D: Third Person Limited From Leslie's Point of View

 Leslie is standing in a congested hallway.  Her heart stops, when she sees the love of her life, Thomas.  She gets butterflies in her stomach, as she approaches him.  She's practically shaking in her chucks.  She debates with herself whether she should talk to him or not.  Maybe just watch from a distance.  But no!  Flirting with this hot stud would make her friend, Sarah, very sad.  Then again, just a little conversation wouldn't hurt.  Leslie majestically walks over to him, hair flowing in the wind.  This is what she wanted to happen.  In reality, she trips over her untied chucks.  Thomas catches her, and their eyes meet.  They gaze longingly.  They're lips meet, while they're tongue's say hello.  They make their way to the janitor's closet and things went way too far. Five years have passed since then, and they have dropped out of High School.  Leslie is pregnant; her and Thomas are now fighting over the remote.....and the weather.  "Shut up and go make me a sandwich!" screams Tom.  "You can't tell me what to do!" yells back Leslie.  Thomas greets her snarky remark with a backhand to the side of the face.  She breaks down in tears and runs out the door.  Another 5 months have passed and the divorce papers have been signed.  Leslie is finally free.  She has no job or money.  But at least she got custody of her son, Brian.  She borrows money and sells her kid to feed into her crack addiction.  She just can't get enough.  She's homeless, and looks like a hobo.  Not a day goes by that she wishes that she never talked to Thomas that day...

Creeeeepy Halloween Story

     It was a dark and not so stormy night on Halloween.  Kids were dressed up to get candy.  People are pulling pranks and messing with each other. It was a typical Halloween.  A brother and sister decided to stay home and give out candy.  Johnny and Susie had no Halloween spirit.  Instead, they invited Billy, Laura, and Tommy over.

     The guests have arrived at the sibling's house, just in time to hear a creak from upstairs.  "No one else is home." stated Johnny.  "Who could it be?" wondered Susie.  They all agreed to check it out.  They took pitchforks, shovels, and household items for protection.  "I...I'll stay behind and guard the food..." said Tommy, shuttering at the thought of whatever was upstairs.  They heard the creak again and went to open the door from which it came.  It was the closet.  A deep sense of fear swelled up inside them as Johnny slowly opens the door...nothing.

     They don't have time to be relieved when they hear a scream downstairs.  They arrive and Tommy's gone.  Just the refidgerator door open and it's contents on the floor.  "I'll call for help!" said Susie. But there wasn't a sound on the other end of the line.  The phone cord's been cut. 

       The creak happens again upstairs.  "I'll get that....whatever it is if it's the last thing I do!" said Billy, enthusiastically.  Unfortunately, it was....Billy goes cautiously up the stairs.  Then, he hears that noise again from the same closet.  He slowly opens the door.  He gets knocked to the ground and slowly dragged in, too horrified to scream. 

       Below, Laura hears the song "Oops, I Did it Again" playing softly upstairs.  Mesmorized, by it's catchy tune, slowly walks toward it.  No one else notices she's gone.  They're too busy trying to get cell phone service.

     "....Where's Laura? And shouldn't Billy have been back by now?"  pondered Susie.  Her questions are followed by a scream upstairs.  Johnny races with his axe. He arrives just as Laura is getting dragged into the closet by some creature.  He swings the axe down and cuts the hand off of the beast.  "Go! Now!" yelled Johnny to Laura.  She ran down the stairs, still in shock.

     The beast walks out, revealing it's identity....Brittany Spears!  "My style has been ruined because of you!" yelled enraged Brittany.  Johnny cunningly replies, "Your style died years ago with your music career!" "I'LL KILL YOU!" screamed Spears again, this time lunging at Johnny.  He dodges her attack and swings at her, but misses.

     She grabs him by the throat, and starts to choke him.  There are colors, and the world seems dizzy to Johnny.  Lights are fading......BANG!  He is released and unharmed.  He looks down to see Spears on the ground.  He looks down the stairs, from which the noise came, and Susie is standing, stunned, with they're dad's pistol in hand.  Smoke is drifting from the barrel. 

     Wearily, he walks down the stairs.  "Look out!" screamed Susie.  He turns to see Brittany diving towards him.  He falls out of the way and Spears hits the wall and falls like a sack of potatos.  Johnny walks to her limp body with his axe.  She mumbles, "Hit me baby one more..." She didn't get to finish the sentence.  It was cut short by the sound of Johnny's axe hitting the floor.  He already swung, and ended the already-dead career of the famous Brittany Spears.

     After that, everything went back to normal.  Though Laura had to go to therapy sessions for a month.  Susie and Johnny now go trick-or-treating every year.  Life was good...

                                                         5 Halloween's later:

     Johnny and Susie invite Laura over. "There are cookies in the oven I have to take out." Susie said to Laura when she arrived.  She bent over to take them out.  Laura picks up the kitchen knife, with a twisted smile on her face.  She walks toward Susie while humming the lyrics to "I Want it That Way....."

A Good Listener

     An instant that sticks out to me, when a character seeks someone out to confide in, is when Candy's dog is getting shot.  Candy was all depressed when Carlson took his dog out to take the dirt nap.  Candy, George, and Lennie then had a good conversation about their dream of owning land.  That seemed to cheer Candy up. He wasn't deeply scarred that his best dog is now pushing up daisies because he actually has friends he can trust.  Candy found George and Lennie to confide in when he felt sad.
     To be a good listener, you have to be kind, attentive, and generous.  You need to be able to pay attention to the person that is putting their trust in you.  I have confided in someone who betrayed my confidence and it didn't feel very good. I know a couple of other people who have confided in me. I handle their trust with great care, like a newborn infant around sharp furniture or matches.