The Cat, the Ring, and the Cookie_Simple Apple Picking_Buried Tears_The Strange Dichotomy of a House
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The Cat, the Ring, and the Cookie
Seventy-four thousand dollars. That was the only thing I could think about as I chased the stray cat down the alley. Mr. De Gondi’s engagement ring was worth seventy-four thousand dollars.Nobody knew how the cat kept getting into the kitchen. Sure, there was a constant flurry of staff and vendors through the back door, but everyone was adamant that le chat had never followed them in or out. The small window far above the dishwashing station was kept open, but surely that was too high for him to jump, and it was screened besides. Maybe he came in through an air duct somewhere or up through the...
Simple Apple Picking
Our story starts on October 13, when I was sitting on the couch in the family room, scrolling through the upcoming events for ASPCA. Fritz (my dog) was laying on my feet, snoring softly. My little brother Tyler was playing on his Nintendo Switch on the opposite side of the couch. I was just about to sign up for the upcoming merchandise sale event when my best friend Hailey’s face popped up on my phone. Of course, she would call me when I just wanted a lazy day at home with Fritz. Reluctantly, I swiped the button and put the phwww.onedoor.ccone to my ear.“Hey, H. What’s up?”I greeted, absentmindedly chewing...
Buried Tears
Buried TearsThis morning I woke up to the warmth of the sun shining through my window. I sat up, stretched, and got out of bed. I smelled bacon and sweet syrup in the air. Walking faster I turned the corner and saw a plate stacked with waffles, berries, bacon, and, of course, an avalanche of syrup and whipped cream. I smiled knowing mom had left this here for me before leaving for work. After I finished my delicious breakfast I grabbed my little box from my room along with a shovel and headed outside. I started by following my map until I reached the old oak tree. I then began breaking groun...
The Strange Dichotomy of a Housecat Named Lunchbox
There is an interesting dichotomy my housecat suffers through every day. It’s a dichotomy of deficiency and self-actualization.You see, my gray Maine Coon cat, “Lunchbox,” can be found sitting at his favorite place in the house every morning – the kitchen windowsill which provides an unrestricted view of the backyard, or as Lunchbox imagines it, the “great and wild unknown.”When Lunchbox rests on his sill, he meows relentlessly. There really isn’t a way to explain this meowing properly.It has depth. It has sorrow. It has pain.He has an assortment of meows that communicates different things. Yo...