I crept in through the front door of the old house I call home. “Mom?” I called.
No answer.
“Mom?” I repeated. “Moooom?”
I heard footsteps, then my mother peeked out from behind a heavy oaken door. She was dressed in a white sheet that she had wrapped around her chest. It came down to her feet, which were bare except for the thin golden chains she had Công chúa tóc mây around her left foot. She had a washcloth pinned in her hair.
“Mom?” I asked. “What are bạn wearing?”
“Oh, silly,” she đã đưa ý kiến fondly. “Who are bạn calling mother? I’m not your mother, Dad.”
“Oh…right. Silly me,” I said, swallowing a hard lump in my throat. “Um…what are bạn wearing, Mary?”
My mother’s expression turned into one of horror. “I’m using it to keep the sprites and faeries away! They can’t see me! I need to get back in my room!” My mother fled back behind the door.
I thumped up to my room and sat down on the bed. P.J., my albino rabbit, hopped up to me and sniffed my foot, his soft màu hồng, hồng nose quivering.
I sighed and picked him up. “You escaped again,” I said, putting him back in his cage with the other rabbits. “How do bạn keep doing that?” I stroked his silky head and ears.
Suddenly I remembered the con sóc, sóc I had found. I had left it in my backpack, near a part I had made sure was left unzipped. I hurried down the stairs and opened my backpack.
Inside laid the squirrel, trembling. Its tiny black eyes peered up at me, wide and terrified.
I picked it up gently and carried it up to my room. “I think I’ll call bạn Tom,” I đã đưa ý kiến in a soft voice. “You look like a Tom.” I thought for a moment. “Unless you’re a girl.” I looked down at it. “How do bạn tell on squirrels?”
Tom trembled at me.
I smiled at him. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll have bạn fixed up in no time.”
Tom had been hurt bởi something, I don’t know what. Probably a cat, bởi the looks of it. I had found him in the trash can with a cut in his side. I guess whoever threw him away thought he was dead hoặc something. I knew he wasn’t; I could see him breathing slightly. I fished him out of the trash can and took him trang chủ with me.
I opened the door to my room and set Tom on my desk. “Let’s see how badly you’re hurt,” I said.
You might think I’m crazy for talking to a squirrel. You’re wrong. See, if bạn talk gently to a squirrel—or any other animal—it makes them feel calm. bạn could be talking gibberish, hoặc just repeating the same word over and over, but as long as you’re talking softly, it will make the animal feel calm.
Unless it’s a rabid animal. The only thing bạn can do if bạn see a rabid animal is go stand in a puddle hoặc some other water nguồn (since rabid động vật are hydrophobic) until the animal leaves. Then call animal control.
I cleaned Tom’s wound off with a cotton ball dipped in hydrogen-peroxide. He squeaked with pain and tried to scamper away. I held him until he calmed down, then tried to wipe off his wound again, and again he tried to get away.
I sighed and held him, stroked him softly. Then I attempted to wipe his cut again. This time, I didn’t even touch the cotton ball to him. He scooted across the bàn and almost fell off.
I almost gave up then. But I didn’t. bạn have to be persistent with these things, after all. I held him down and kept wiping down his wound. He squeaked loudly with protest and kicked me. His claws dug into my hand. I winced but kept wiping him off, until all the dried blood had been cleaned off. Now I could inspect the damage better.
It wasn’t as deep as it had looked with all the blood caked on. It was just a small slit in his side, and the bleeding had stopped and everything. I bandaged it to keep the germs out and put him the cage I keep all the hurt động vật in.
“There. You’re an toàn, két an toàn now,” I told him. He surveyed me with cautious, wary eyes.
“Ash?” a deep, familiar voice called.
I ran out of my room and down the stairs. “Dad! You’re trang chủ early!” I exclaimed. A grin spread over my face.
He ruffled my hair like I was five again. It didn’t make me feel like a baby, though. It made me feel safe.
“How’s your mother?” he asked, tilting my face up and looking into my eyes.
I felt the grin slip of my face like rain sliding off a window pane. “She’s okay,” I lied.
“Where is she?”
I pointed over to the old wooden door. I noticed I could hear a noise emitting from it. It sounded singsongy and rhythmic, like a chant.
“I’m gonna go check on her,” Dad đã đưa ý kiến in a worried voice. He slipped into the door. I heard my mother cry out in alarm, then something crashing to the floor.
I went back up to my room and sat down on my bed. Tom peeked through the bars. He looked trapped and claustrophobic.
I opened the cage door and picked him up. He scampered up my arm and peered into my face. He looked upset.
“Trust me, Tom,” I said, “you have it a whole lot better than I do.”
No answer.
“Mom?” I repeated. “Moooom?”
I heard footsteps, then my mother peeked out from behind a heavy oaken door. She was dressed in a white sheet that she had wrapped around her chest. It came down to her feet, which were bare except for the thin golden chains she had Công chúa tóc mây around her left foot. She had a washcloth pinned in her hair.
“Mom?” I asked. “What are bạn wearing?”
“Oh, silly,” she đã đưa ý kiến fondly. “Who are bạn calling mother? I’m not your mother, Dad.”
“Oh…right. Silly me,” I said, swallowing a hard lump in my throat. “Um…what are bạn wearing, Mary?”
My mother’s expression turned into one of horror. “I’m using it to keep the sprites and faeries away! They can’t see me! I need to get back in my room!” My mother fled back behind the door.
I thumped up to my room and sat down on the bed. P.J., my albino rabbit, hopped up to me and sniffed my foot, his soft màu hồng, hồng nose quivering.
I sighed and picked him up. “You escaped again,” I said, putting him back in his cage with the other rabbits. “How do bạn keep doing that?” I stroked his silky head and ears.
Suddenly I remembered the con sóc, sóc I had found. I had left it in my backpack, near a part I had made sure was left unzipped. I hurried down the stairs and opened my backpack.
Inside laid the squirrel, trembling. Its tiny black eyes peered up at me, wide and terrified.
I picked it up gently and carried it up to my room. “I think I’ll call bạn Tom,” I đã đưa ý kiến in a soft voice. “You look like a Tom.” I thought for a moment. “Unless you’re a girl.” I looked down at it. “How do bạn tell on squirrels?”
Tom trembled at me.
I smiled at him. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll have bạn fixed up in no time.”
Tom had been hurt bởi something, I don’t know what. Probably a cat, bởi the looks of it. I had found him in the trash can with a cut in his side. I guess whoever threw him away thought he was dead hoặc something. I knew he wasn’t; I could see him breathing slightly. I fished him out of the trash can and took him trang chủ with me.
I opened the door to my room and set Tom on my desk. “Let’s see how badly you’re hurt,” I said.
You might think I’m crazy for talking to a squirrel. You’re wrong. See, if bạn talk gently to a squirrel—or any other animal—it makes them feel calm. bạn could be talking gibberish, hoặc just repeating the same word over and over, but as long as you’re talking softly, it will make the animal feel calm.
Unless it’s a rabid animal. The only thing bạn can do if bạn see a rabid animal is go stand in a puddle hoặc some other water nguồn (since rabid động vật are hydrophobic) until the animal leaves. Then call animal control.
I cleaned Tom’s wound off with a cotton ball dipped in hydrogen-peroxide. He squeaked with pain and tried to scamper away. I held him until he calmed down, then tried to wipe off his wound again, and again he tried to get away.
I sighed and held him, stroked him softly. Then I attempted to wipe his cut again. This time, I didn’t even touch the cotton ball to him. He scooted across the bàn and almost fell off.
I almost gave up then. But I didn’t. bạn have to be persistent with these things, after all. I held him down and kept wiping down his wound. He squeaked loudly with protest and kicked me. His claws dug into my hand. I winced but kept wiping him off, until all the dried blood had been cleaned off. Now I could inspect the damage better.
It wasn’t as deep as it had looked with all the blood caked on. It was just a small slit in his side, and the bleeding had stopped and everything. I bandaged it to keep the germs out and put him the cage I keep all the hurt động vật in.
“There. You’re an toàn, két an toàn now,” I told him. He surveyed me with cautious, wary eyes.
“Ash?” a deep, familiar voice called.
I ran out of my room and down the stairs. “Dad! You’re trang chủ early!” I exclaimed. A grin spread over my face.
He ruffled my hair like I was five again. It didn’t make me feel like a baby, though. It made me feel safe.
“How’s your mother?” he asked, tilting my face up and looking into my eyes.
I felt the grin slip of my face like rain sliding off a window pane. “She’s okay,” I lied.
“Where is she?”
I pointed over to the old wooden door. I noticed I could hear a noise emitting from it. It sounded singsongy and rhythmic, like a chant.
“I’m gonna go check on her,” Dad đã đưa ý kiến in a worried voice. He slipped into the door. I heard my mother cry out in alarm, then something crashing to the floor.
I went back up to my room and sat down on my bed. Tom peeked through the bars. He looked trapped and claustrophobic.
I opened the cage door and picked him up. He scampered up my arm and peered into my face. He looked upset.
“Trust me, Tom,” I said, “you have it a whole lot better than I do.”
Chapter 5: Fight!!
The tiếp theo morning, chim giẻ cùi, jay heard cheering. When he went outside he saw a horrible thing. The Kitsune was being forced to fight a giant lizard, while the Kitsune was still very injured.
"No!" chim giẻ cùi, jay yelled as he grabbed a sword and ran toward the con thằn lằn, thằn lằn with his sword.
"What!?" Prince Cole shouted in surprise. The audience started booing as Nick saved the Kitsune.
Then the Guards grabbed the Kitsune and put her in her cage. chim giẻ cùi, jay walked to the Kitsunes cage, and saw the citizens children pulling the Kitsune's tails and Ears as she was chained to the ground while the adults spit at her.
"Why do bạn keep bullying her!?" chim giẻ cùi, jay yelled as they stopped.
"Don't stop!" Cole yelled as he pulled out a dao, con dao and started cutting the Kitsune's arm's and legs. Than chim giẻ cùi, jay pushed Cole and Blocked him from hurting her.
The tiếp theo morning, chim giẻ cùi, jay heard cheering. When he went outside he saw a horrible thing. The Kitsune was being forced to fight a giant lizard, while the Kitsune was still very injured.
"No!" chim giẻ cùi, jay yelled as he grabbed a sword and ran toward the con thằn lằn, thằn lằn with his sword.
"What!?" Prince Cole shouted in surprise. The audience started booing as Nick saved the Kitsune.
Then the Guards grabbed the Kitsune and put her in her cage. chim giẻ cùi, jay walked to the Kitsunes cage, and saw the citizens children pulling the Kitsune's tails and Ears as she was chained to the ground while the adults spit at her.
"Why do bạn keep bullying her!?" chim giẻ cùi, jay yelled as they stopped.
"Don't stop!" Cole yelled as he pulled out a dao, con dao and started cutting the Kitsune's arm's and legs. Than chim giẻ cùi, jay pushed Cole and Blocked him from hurting her.
1. Fantasy
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. thiên thần on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate nghề viết văn about it. That's fine! All bạn need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
2. Realistic Fiction
3. Globes
4. Rain
5. The Significance of Pens and Pencils
6. Good foods
7. Colors
8. Drama
9. Quotes
10. TV/Comic Characters
11. thiên thần on Earth
12. Being a unicorn!
13. Being a Guinea Pig.... ;D
14. Being a Dog. :D
15. Inventions
16. Hybrid/Mutant Animals
17. How to Make Duct Tape Roses
18. Winning a Nobel Peace Prize (What would your speech be!?)
19. Being a Snowman
20. Being Clay/Play Dough/Model Magic
21. Being Socks (YUCK.)
22. Writer's Block (It helps)
23. School
24. Turtles!!!!! (AWESOME!!)
25. Jokes
26. Dogs
27. Lightening
28. Storms
29. Sun
30. Planets
31. Space
32. Awesomeness
33. Horror
34. Biking
35. Nature
36. Monkeys
37. Trees
38. Leaves
Some of these things I prefer to write about while others hate nghề viết văn about it. That's fine! All bạn need to brainstorm is a single word and start writing.
Well, this is a song I wrote.
I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it
We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no thêm mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint
We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners
Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and bạn know it
We are the winners, my friend.
I've heard it wrong
There's been a mistake
There was a time when I won and I knew it
We will go on and on and on and on
There will be no thêm mistakes
For the future
We will fight through it all without complaint
We are the winners, my friend
And we'll fight through it all in the end
There's no time to lose it
Cuz we are the winners
Well, I know that it's been a great day
We've done it all
We've been the best we can be and bạn know it
We are the winners, my friend.