The Missing Ice_Not Brainier Than a Chimp_bed sheets_'Times, they are changing....'
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The Missing Ice
Derek brought the family’s horse, Ranger, out of the small barn, got out the thickest horse blanket, and began to bridle him. “C’mon, lemme finish. Once I put the reins on ya, we’ll be ready to go.”Peter sat in the cart, taking inventory of the ice harvesting tools. As Derek was just finishing with Ranger, Peter jumped out of the cart. “It’s all there. Let’s go!”“Great! Go around back, and make a starting push. I’ll get Ranger goin’,” Derek told his brother Peter.The cart lurched forward, and they began to walk down Winsom Road. They kept going for almost two miles, their boots crunching the t...
Not Brainier Than a Chimp
The show started with a close-up shot of the presenter. ‘Hi, I’m Ashlee Johnson. Thank you for watching our program- A chat with experts. Today we have Dr. Richard Prince as our guest in the studio.’ The third camera’s master shot feed with both the presenter and the guest appeared on the screen. Ashlee turned her attention toward Dr. Prince and said, ‘Dr. Prince, thank you for accepting our invitation.’ The second camera’s feed with a close-up shot of Dr. Prince came on the screen. ‘Thank you for having me.’ Dr. Prince said and ended his sentence with a slight head bow. The first camera’s fe...
bed sheets
This year, I’m going to change my own bedsheets.Waking up in the morning is easy enough. I open my eyes, shrug the crick out of my shoulders, and wait silently in bed until my blinds darken enough for the night light in my room to flicker on. It’s a bit embarrassing to still be using a night light at eighteen years old; the last person to mention that to me was my mom. I haven’t seen her in a year–which explains why my bedsheets are so dirty. She’ll laugh if it’s not clean by the time she gets back home for dinner.I guess I should take out the dirty laundry, then.The aged wooden floor creaks p...
'Times, they are changing....'
Brenda was sixty-three years old, and did not like change. She had her routine, and preferred to stick to it. For instance, she always had a roast dinner on Sundays, and then on Mondays used the remains of the previous day’s lunch to make a salad. It was irrelevant to her how cold the weather was, Monday’s were salad days. She approached everything in the same way, household chores were performed in strict rotation, and telephone calls to her extended family were always made on Wednesday evenings. Even her conversations followed a set pattern: ask about the other person’s wellbeing, inform the...