The Fox, the Toad, and the Wolf_The first Halloween_The Death of Blitzkrieg_Lost Little Lamb
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The Fox, the Toad, and the Wolf
There was once a mischievous fox walking about a pond. He smelled an odor, of which he was very fond. Not far away, a decaying rabbit was buried. Lured in, the fox followed the smell in a big hurry. At the foot of a giant oak, the scent was stronger than ever, but before he started digging, the fox paused in a stagger. Clever as he is, he knew who this delicious treat belonged to. And that if he wasn’t careful, he would be through. Nearby, a big fat toad was bathing in a swamp. Perfect! thought the fox, I just have to use this chump. The shrewd fox approached him with a polite greeting. He ne...
The first Halloween
Sandy, Aesu and Ozu were very thrilled for their first Halloween experience. They had moved to the States nine months back and were desperately looking forward to the Halloween as they did not have it in their country.“I am going to be a witch this Halloween. I always dreamt of being a witch every time I watched a Halloween theme movie”, said Ozu as she picked up a witch hat at the dollar store. She put on the black hat and turned around to ask her best friends how she looked. “Amazing!” exclaimed Sandy. “I am going to be a psychic”, she said. Aesu was still confused about her Halloween outfi...
The Death of Blitzkrieg
My life is kinda funnyHere I am sitting on one of the most famous buildings in the world, The Empire State Building, looking down on one of the greatest cities in the world during its night life. Looking out seeing lights as far as the eye can see. The roar of thunder makes me glance up at the sky.Oh yeah, I just found out my life may be coming to an abrupt end. That could ruin your whole day. Staring up into the sky, watching the dark threatening stowww.onedoor.ccrm cloud rolling in fast, and then I look down at my gloved hands. Everyone always said I was special. Yeah, well because of how special I am my ...
Lost Little Lamb
Kori stroked her little sister’s head as she lay in her lap, absentmindedly staring out their bedroom window. The village was shrouded in silence; only the night breeze that blew past the ghostly trees and Kori’s windchime broke through. With a full moon glowing brightly against the clear, inky sky, Kori closed her eyes, taking deep breaths. A sudden rustling in the bushes stirred her awake. She peered at the shrubbery outside, not a couple metres from her hut. If not for the bright moonlight, it would have been too dark to tell, but Kori was positive she could see a shadow move, hear a branch...