Garboligy

Fork,toy train ornament, Q tip, cotton ball, French onion, band aide and a screw.

There once was a toy train ornament who got delivered to a house in the middle of New Jersey. When the family left for their Christmas trip he sat silently on the tree. He heard talking down the hall...he didn't know any one that would be in the house. Curious he swished and squirmed and ended up on the floor. As he wobbled over to the kitchen where he hear the sound, he saw a fork and some french onion soup having a conversation. He thought he was the only one that could talk, he never knew anyone else could talk besides him and the humans. He quietly wobbled towards them. The both turned and looked at him. "Hello!! How are you this fine day??" said the fork. "I'm Swell..thanks for asking." I replied. Then the fork asked where i was from. I told him the tree and we all decided to be friends. When we walked towards the living room we heard something in the work room. "What was that? It sounded like people?" I asked. They both smiled and said "That's Jerry and Ferrel, they non stop argue about who's more important, come we'll introduce you." We walked into the room and on a big chair was an old screw and a band aide yelling that they were better. "Hey!!" said the Fork. They both turned and looked at me. "Hello there!" said the band aide named Jerry. "Hi" i replied as Ferrel gave me a quick nod. Then they jumped down and came back out there with us. BUMP BUMP BUMP. I looked at the soup and he smiled. "Come on there's two others I'd like you to meet." he said. We walked upstairs and saw a Q-tip and a cotton ball trying to pick up the soap that they accidentally pushed over. "Well howdy do?" said the cotton ball. "Im Casey" he smiled. "And im Derek" said the Q-Tip. I smiled in response. They followed us and we all sat down for a great Christmas dinner.

Flowers

A leave
A petal

A flower
Blooming in the fresh spring air
Opening its eyes to a brand new year
Beautiful
And
Lovely
So wonderful you see
But why can't we be as beautiful as thee

Determination

Success is not final, failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts. In the short story “The Hundredth Dove” by Jane Yolen, Hugh is the king’s loyal fowler, not one who would disappoint the king. Hugh, a kind hearted man always obeyed the king. No matter what he always carried out his tasks as given. Then one day he was sent out to catch one hundred doves for the king’s upcoming wedding. Hugh was one of the best fowlers in the land and caught ninety-nine doves in the first five days. Huge couldn’t catch one dove. It was different compared to the others. Hugh wouldn’t give up until he caught that one white dove, because he was feeding off his determination to please the king.

 The fowler would never do anything to anger the king he always did as commanded. No matter how hard the task was. He lived by the motto Servo “I serve.” He was, how do you say it, he was… Determined. He was able to wake up every morning and love to do what he does and when he pleases the king it makes him feel ten times better. He loves being out in the woods with all the animals, it’s like his home. In the story they describe how he knows the woods like a loved one he knows every tree and every bush. 

Hugh may have been determined but he was as gentle as mother is to her child. He never wanted to harm any of the birds. This was obvious just in the way that he would catch these birds. He made a hand woven silk net so he could lightly toss it over the smaller birds and he used a bow for the larger birds, but he never actually shot them. He would never want to cause them any pain. His job was to catch them not kill them. So Hugh did his job. He has never killed a bird in his live. That is until he gets a slap in the face, which shows him that being determined isn’t always the greatest thing in the world.

Determination may end in devastation. Hugh found this out the hard way. He was so determined to get a hold of the one white dove he got upset, which made him want it more. Soon he found the beautiful bird in his hands. Maybe it wasn’t a bird. The author made me kind of curious in the way she described this fine bird, and the king’s future queen. Black eyes. That’s what tipped me off, they both had black eyes. Also the queen did not want the king to serve the birds at their wedding. Then when Hugh finally caught the white dove, she spoke to him, the queen. She asked to be released. She said if he were to let her free the queen would be his true love, this was another clue. But Hugh wouldn’t listen. The next day he had presented ninety-nine living birds to the king, also there was one stiff bird that no longer had a pulse. Huge had strangled the white dove in his own hands. Huge would never forgive himself for what he had done to that poor bird.

Even though the fowler carried out his task and gave the king hundred birds, the wedding was canceled; maybe because the bird was the king’s fiancé.  All Hugh wanted was to please the king he never wanted to hurt the bird.  He was devastated, he gave up hunting. He lived off of berries for the rest of his life. He never wanted to hurt another dove.

  

Sun

Authors note~ Picture journal ~poem

The sun may rise
The sun may set
But in the end it all goes dark
The light of day has gone away
So what shall we do

MoNsTeR time

Here is a story about an awesome monster family. There are 3 girls and 2 boys they are all so cute. They aren't mean at all they are all so nice and kind. they are my bestest friends. there names are Crute, Sarpe, Calitut, Hampoo, and Franki