In a time before the warring machine, fruits of conflagration and discord were alien to the earths fertile soil. Before the beast of conflict could arise and wipe hope from innocent hearts, there was tranquility. The paramount example of this tranquil character was The Willowwacks Forest. With a lush canopy and a rich quantity of fruits, berries, and roots, there was the watering hole. Now this watering hole was not a luxerious oasis, nor was it a impoverished puddle, puckered and dry from an unforgiving season. But in it’s common state, would serve it’s purpose for every animal big and small that would come to visit for it’s nourishment. A mouse, living nearby, would visit the watering hole daily and liked to socialize with the other animals while on his many …show more content…
“I NEED FOOD, FOR MY NEST.”
The mouse pointed her towards the brush, “ there is food on the other side of the brush. Do not worry, there is plenty for those who need it.”
Upon hearing this, the bird started to calm, her wings no longer in a frenzied flapping. “ Thank you for your help, You have been very understanding.” As the bird took off towards the brush, the mouse happened to glance over the water. But this time, just enough to see his own reflection. He ws sppoked at first, but realizing it was nothing to fear, studied the reflection with intense conviction. He was enamored with this creature he saw before him. He could not fathom his feelings into words. No meagre sentence could describe what he saw in this miniscule creature. Time seemed to pass slowly for the mouse. He didn’t notice the boar that had approached the watering hole. The boar’s hoofs squished softly through the wet ground but the mouse didn’t seem to notice. Seeing mice footprints speckled in the mud, the boar hesitated a grunt. “Mouse, what are you doing?”
“ I can’t stop looking into the water, I see the most beautiful creature I’ve ever
“‘It looks tired,’ daddy added, ‘or maybe sick.’... At that moment the bird began to flutter, but the wings were uncoordinated, and amid flapping and spray of feathers, it tumbled down, bumping
This story captures the audience attention right from the beginning by naming facts about animals, particularly hummingbirds. Brian Doyle says, "A hummingbird’s heart beats ten times a second. A hummingbird’s heart is the size of a pencil eraser. " This is an interesting opening statement that intrigues the audience to continue reading the story.
One bird asked us if we needed a place to stay. Mom almost started crying she was so happy. Page 8… After about a week, we are all settled in at the bird who offered us to stay with him. He was very welcoming and told us his name was John.
As Petey rested in his room of darkness, he heard a faint sound by his wheelchair. His heart pounding, Petey jerked when he saw three little fuzzy creatures scattered. This was his first sight of mice. Joe notices Petey nodding his head and trying to speak words, thinking that Petey is not an idiot. Even though, many nurses and staff of the asylum seem to think so.
For several weeks he hides and watches the family interact with each other. One of the main reasons he stays for so long is because of the knowledge he is gathering from them. The Creature proceeds to tell his master of this new information saying, “While I improved in speech, I also learned the science of letters... I obtained a cursory of knowledge of history..” (Shelley 155).
She ends the essay passionately explaining to the readers that she, “[thinks] it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go... Seize it and let it seize you up” (Dillard), and that we should live in the moment as we are; go about life just living and existing, thus allowing the readers to reflect on their own feelings of life and purpose. The overall tone in this essay is very passionate about how people should live their everyday lives, yet informative about weasels and the author's experience. Annie Dillard does a truly amazing job at allowing the reader's an inside look at her thoughts while showing them how a wild animal's behavior can be seen as a lesson to
There’re hawks out there that eat little mice.’” This shows that even though Celia is trying to protect him she is still
Flannery O’Connor’s The King of the Birds is a narrative explaining the narrator’s obsession with different kinds of fowl over time. The reader follows the narrator from her first experience with a chicken, which caught the attention of reporters due to its ability to walk both backward and forward, to her collection of peahens and peacocks. At the mere age of five, the narrator’s chicken was featured in the news and from that moment she began to build her family of fowl. The expansive collection began with chickens, but soon the narrator found a breed of bird that was even more intriguing; peacocks.
“There had been no years between the ducking of this dragonfly and the other one--the one that was part of memory. I looked at the boy, who was silently watching his fly, and it was my hands that held his rod, my eyes watching. I felt
He learns of music for the first time, as well as words and language. He feels a mixture of pain and pleasure. The creature studies their daily routines. The creature thinks they have all the luxuries of life, but then realizes they are very poor.
The Medicinal Properties of the Willow Tree Overview The willow tree has been used since ancient civilizations for its ornament, erosion control, timber, and especially its bark. The story of the willow tree dates to Hippocrates, 4000 BC, when people were advised to chew on the bark of a willow tree to lessen inflammation and reduce fever. The bark of the tree contains a compound called salicylic acid, which is a common ingredient in aspirin and is known for a multitude of medicinal effects ranging from something as simple as a pain-reliever to disease prevention. This paper focuses on the history of the willow tree, its anatomy, and its medicinal properties in relation to disease prevention.
This time spent here helped to begin to develop the creature’s mind, proving he was in fact rather intelligent. The monster knew that he was different from these people, often describing them all as beautiful. He knew they would not accept him, and yet his search for belonging and family continue to surge the novel forward. While the creature is lonely and hurting, his actions slowly become malicious.
John Steinbeck’s novel Of Mice and Men is inspired by Robert Burns’s poem “To a Mouse.” Additionally, both writings contain a similar theme: the dreams that people dream often cause “grief and pain” instead of joy. The poem starts off with a mouse in “panic” since its home is disturbed. The man suggests to the mouse not to fear him, saying he will not hurt it.
While settling down for the night near a pool of water as George and Lennie embark on their journey to their new jobs, Lennie sulks as George takes away Lennie’s deceased mouse from his pocket. After his separation from the rat, George and Lennie reveal in a conversation how Lennie was known for killing mice quickly because of his brute strength and love for feeling soft things. Even though Lennie is known for his frequent killing of mice, this motif shows how Lennie does not intend to be violent. Instead, he reacts to the mice out of fear and surprise and accidentally kills them in the process. Demonstrating how Lennie is unaware of his strength and simply years to be able to pet his mice.
One of the regular vendors who walked along the trail, once in the morning and once at dusk, was a local girl of 15 named Taize - known as the “cashew girl” - for that nut was all she sold, carrying a wide tray full of packages on her head. From the time I arrived, she had greeted me with a wide, happy smile, and strove to walk at my side whenever possible; however I never gave her much thought. Today, because of the slippery and muddy conditions due to the recent rains, she toted her cargo with an unusually cautious stride. For the reason that this morning I had not seen a human being on the ground except Ricardo, as usual, which his master considers a four-legged humanoid - and probably spent the night enduring the storm under my lounge chair - I walked slowly by the girl’s side, which obviously made her blistering happy.