Love is...

When your heart skips a beat,
 And you're out of breath.
 When he smiles at you,
You might drift away.
When your special someone says,
"I love you to."
And you can take on the world together,
Love is liberation.  

Charlotte's Web

       Templeton is definitely not a villain. He's not your typical goody two-shoes type of hero either, but he did play a major role in saving Wilbur. Without the words Templeton brought Charlotte, Wilbur would have most likely been killed. One could argue that he did it only for food, but he did go through a lot of trouble for the words, not to mention he saved Charlotte's babies. Templeton quite literally saved everyone's bacon.

A Day No Pigs Would Die blog #1

      I have  three cats, but my cat Yume  is by far the most special to me. At times her antics like a human child's. When she gets in trouble, she even runs to me because she knows I'm the only one in my family that will stand up for her. Most of the time, as weird as it may sound, I think of her more as a baby than a cat. Taking care of her feels similar to when I babysit my younger cousins. She isn't so much of a pet to me but more of a young member of the family.

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...

Halloween

            “EEEEEEEEK!” screamed the boy at the top of his lungs. If someone didn’t know better, they might have thought he was being attacked by a serial killer.

            His best friend James shook his head and asked knowingly, “What is it this time, Timmy?”

            “Look at that huge spider,” he stuttered.

            “That one?” James stopped walking and glanced at a brown spider on the sidewalk. “It’s not that big. I’d say it’s of medium size at best.”

            “Medium size? It’s huge and gross and creepy!” the blond protested.

            James shook his head yet again and stomped on the spider prior to walking again. “You get scared way too easily.”

            “I do not!”

            “You’re afraid of everything. We can’t even walk home from school like this without you freaking out. It’s even worse around Halloween.”

            “Not true!” Timmy argued before seeing a fake skeleton in someone’s yard resulting into another hysterical shriek. His brunette friend just raised an eyebrow at him until he was willing to admit, “Okay. Maybe I’m just a tad bit jumpy.”

            “A tad? That’s the understatement of the year,” James laughed. “You don’t even know what scary is!”

            “Whatever,” Timmy grumbled.

            The duo kept walking in silence. Then suddenly inspiration popped into James’s head. “Hey Timmy,” he said slowly. “Can you stop by my place tonight?”

            Later that night there was a knock on James’s door. “Good, you’re here. I was starting to think you chickened out.”

            “So, what did you want to show me again?” Timmy asked slowly as his friend lead him to his basement.

            James laughed in a way that could only be described as maniacal. “You’ll see, buddy.” The door creaked open and slammed shut as the boys strode down the steps; the temperature dropped significantly and the stair sounded like they could break underneath their feet. Cobwebs decorated the gray stone walls and the spiders that adorned them made the Timmy’s hair stand up straight.

            “Is this what you wanted to, uh, to show me?” he stammered.

            James smirked. “Of course. Not! It’s down here though.”

            Timmy gulped in an attempt to rid himself of the lump that formed in his throat. If the basement was this scary, then what could this thing be? “Ah, here it is,” he heard his friend say to himself.

            “Can I see it, James?”

            “Are you sure you want to? It’s pretty scary.”

            “Yup.”

            “Really sure?”

            “Uh-huh.”

            “Really, really sure?”

            “Yes!” The suspense was killing him!

            “Alright,” James sighed. Swiftly, he spun around in his heel pointing the barrel of a pistol at his friend’s face. His smirk was the last thing Timmy saw before his world went dark. 

            “Um, well, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” he murmured. He shrugged his shoulders, put the water gun down, and carried his fainted friend upstairs.

A Good Listener

     In Of Mice and Men, there are times when the characters feel the need to confide things to each other. Though I think Lennie is far from being a good listener, Crooks told him about when he was kid and the fact that he can't play cards with the other workers. Later on in the story, Curley's wife revealed her past to Lennie as well. The reason I don't believe Lennie is a good listener is simply because he didn't seem to pay attention to either of the previously mentioned at all. Instead, he kept talking about the rabbits.
     Contrasting myself to Lennie, I think I'm a fairly decent listener. Friends confide things to me all of the time and I pay attention, even giving advice. In return for the trust they must have for me, I never repeat anything they tell me to anyone else. Another part of being a good listener is being good at keeping a secret which is another quality Lennie lacked.