Sundae!

Couple 'days ago, my guinea pig, Pumpkin D-I-E-D. :(. Sniff sniff. Cry cry. He was the best guinea pig in the world! But i just firgured out he wasn't! :) Cuz that day, we were ariving from chicago, from visiting our grandparents, and my dad had gotten me a 6-week old guinea pig!!!!! SOOOOO CUTE! Her name was Cotton Candy, but i changed it to Sundae! She is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-pant,pant-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute! I hope you get the world's SECOND greatest guinea pig in the world, for i have the best. :). Wink, wink.

Love, MGFOILP.
PS: Goldy says yo.

Psst!

Actually, i didn't have surgery! I just faked it cuz i no wanted tuh go tuh school! Hee hee. :()

Love, ;)
Goldy.

PS: Don't tell Madam that.

I'm sooooooo sorry i haven't posted for-what is it?-17 days? Well, anyways i've got something to blog about! Today was the last day of school! :) But the sad thing is my fav teacher is leaving the school!:( im going to haave a lot of cool camps! One writng camp, one art camp, one animal camp and one history camp! (all things i like! [Espically animals] I also just finished an awesome book called: molly moon and the incredible book of hysnotism. It is AWESOME, COOL AND GREAT!!!!!! :) So yeah. And also the reason Goldy's not posting, is because he just finished having surgery on his arm.

Hope you have a great summer!
MGFOILPL.

ANOTHER part of a story

This is a story called the unicorn hunt. (oh, and don't worry. None will die. At the end, they will be friends with the unicorns.)

Chapter One

Becky Crow awkwardly sat on the comfortable taxi seat; she’d never been treated so well. She’d spent her whole life living on a dirty, muddy, revolting pig farm, with nothing but two brothers, a mother and a father. Her room was the size of a pig itself, with its tiny bed and broken window. Her brother, Thomas, was responsible for that damage.

            So with her pig-room and that shattered window, Becky was entering TAUHH. Those five letters stood for The Annual Unicorn Horn Hunt. Becky had never really considered entering the hunt, until last summer when she learned from her aunt how to identify plants and fruits. She had started out with telling pumpkins and squash apart and, over the summer, learned how to look at any green thing with a stem, and pronounce its name perfectly.

            Becky knew from her mouse-sized television, that TAUHH always needed one hunter, one navigator, one animal-scarer-offer and one identifier. That would be her! She could just imagine a big pink banner with bubble letters written across that were saying BECKY CROW, THE GREATEST IDENTIFIER EVER! Well, she might have that banner or she might not. Getting into TAUHH was very hard; people from across the country came to win the amazing prize. Two thousand dollars, a free visit to the famous museum in which the horns would rest, and a twenty-minute period of being on television is what Becky hoped she’d win. She knew four lucky children would win it; she wanted to be one of them.

            “Only ten minutes until we’ll be there,” Grunted the taxi man. Becky nodded her head.

            “Sir, how much do you think it will cost?” Becky feebly asked him. She had borrowed her parent’s money to ride on the taxi. If she didn’t have enough, she didn’t want to mess with this guy. The taxi driver just grunted and blew his nose.

            “Sir? Did you hear me?” Becky asked him, wiping bits of mucus off her overalls. She wondered if she should have worn a dress, or something more proper. But, she reconsidered it; then her dress would be snotty and full of green gunk.

            “Yeah, lady, I heard ya. It’ll cost ’bout forty bucks when we get to… to wherever that stinking place is called.” Spat the taxi man. Becky felt what was in her pocket: one pencil, one eraser, one piece of chewed up gum and a bunch of money in a rubber band. She took out the bundle of cash and counted the money as the taxi zoomed over a bump. She had fifty-five dollars.

            “Phew,” Sighed Becky. She sat back on the fuzzy, gray seat, relaxed, and looked out the window. Tons of children who were about her age (eleven years old) were tugging their parent’s sleeves and whining to get to TAUHH.

            “I don’t have to get dragged to TAUHH. I can ride in a fancy taxi.” Becky teased the children, mumbling every word so they couldn’t hear.

            “We’re here, so pay me the juicy money! No waitin’, I’m gonna make a couple hundred dollars today!” Suddenly grunted the taxi man, his mouth full of hamburger. Becky jolted her head away from the window. She reached into her pocket, gave the taxi driver forty dollars and jumped out of the car. The taxi driver noisily kissed the dollars and put them in a compartment with a lock on it. Then he angrily pushed the gas pedal and zoomed away. Becky coughed and gagged as the stinky gasoline filled her lungs.

            She then looked up, up, up at the towering stone building that stood in front of her. It had two sets of stairs leading up to its massive oak door. 

            “Oh, golly.” Muttered Becky. She started fidgeting and shuffling with her sweaty hands.

            A lot of people stopped and stared at her. To them she was a muddy, ugly pig in overalls that were obviously hand-me-downs.

            “Hi guys.” Becky prompted. The kids shook their heads and kept walking.

            “This is not going so well,” Grumbled Becky.

            “Um, excuse me?” A plump, rosy girl tapped Becky’s shoulder politely. Becky turned around to find a surprisingly friendly girl.

            “Yeah?” Becky answered her.

            “Are you going to TAUHH?”

            “Yep.”

            “Well, just so you know, it starts in about twenty minutes.” The rosy girl said, pointing to the large church clock.

            “Oh, golly! Um, er, are you entering to?” Becky asked her, rushing to the door. The girl caught up with her.

            “Yeah! My name is Matilda. But everyone calls me Millie. What about you?” Millie asked Becky, smiling into her big, brown eyes.

            “I’m Becky.” Becky shyly answered, pushing the heavy door. They stopped talking and walked to the front desk. After the line had cleared, it was their turn. Becky found a lean, wrinkly lady with huge, red, pinched lips. She had glasses on a chain on the tip of her pointed nose. 

            “Are you here for TAUHH?” Snapped the old woman. Becky nodded.

            “Name?” asked the woman.

            “Becky, Miss.” Becky answered.

            “Age?” Snapped the woman.

            “Eleven.” Becky shyly croaked.

            “Age?” Yelled the woman, not hearing Becky’s quiet earlier response.

            “Eleven.” Becky said sharply. The woman nodded and ripped a piece of paper from a file.

            “Go to room 42 and find a desk. Fill this out. Then go to room 43 and talk to the manager there. He’ll tell you what to do.” The woman shoved the paper into Becky’s sweaty palms and gave her a pencil.

            “I’ve already got a pencil.” Becky said, patting her pocket and handed the woman her pencil back.

            “Alright, then. Now scram.” Snapped the woman like a turtle and pushed Becky away.

            “Bye!” Becky called to Millie as she walked down the wide corridor. It had velvet rugs and chandeliers on the ceiling. With her oily finger, she gently rubbed the glass; she had never been in such a fancy, garnished place.

            Becky found a wide oak door with golden numbers on it saying: Room 42. She quietly slipped in and found at least five hundred desks in the quiet room. It too, was garnished with velvet and chandeliers. 

            Becky found an empty seat at the end of the room. She made sure both the seats were empty; she wanted Millie to sit with her.

            Becky picked up the sheet and took out her pencil and separate eraser. She started with writing her name and age at the top. She started to read.

            

1st part of yet another AWESOME story

Here is the first part of another story. Sorry i haven't posted for sooooooooooo long!!
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         Prologue

A long time ago, when the planet earth was just a thought, in the mind of a wind spirit, Light Blue soared threw the heavens to his friends, Twisting Breeze and Swift Wind. The three wind spirits were going to create a planet.

            “What will it be called?” Whispered the mesmerizing voice of Twisting Breeze.

            “Well, we should name it after our old leader, Htrae.” Suggested Swift Wind.

            “No, it sounds to…to majestic for a planet. If he were alive, he’d banish us to Hell if we let creatures speak it casually over and over again!” Twisting Breeze yelled scornfully.

            “Stop this ruckus, you two! I know what we could name it! The opposite of Htrae: Earth!” Light Blue boldly pronounced. Twisting Breeze and Swift Wind tried the word out.

            “Earth. Earth. I like it.” Swift Breeze said, letting herself spin around.

            “I do like it, as well, Light Blue. We shall name it Earth.” Twisting Breeze said, nodding. He spun gracefully around as well. And so they collected dust and magma and air and spun it around until it was a large round planet.

            “It looks so dull. We should add water!” Swift Wind laughed, flying onto the planet. She made herself into a tornado, and got an ocean of water from the heavens.

            “No, Swift Wind! It will fall into Hell!” Twisting Breeze screamed. But Swift Wind leaned over Earth and dropped the ocean. And to her surprise, it stayed on the planet.

            “You two are silly! Haven’t you visited the other planets we have made? They all have a force called gravity! Just the one on Earth is biggest!” Light Blue laughed. Twisting Breeze and Swift Wind blushed shyly.

            “It still looks boring. I’ll add land!” Twisting Breeze broke the silence. Twisting Breeze also made a tornado and collected five continents full of rock and soil. He then spun to the bottom of the water and, careful not to touch the magma there, pulled up a large shape of land and flew back over to his clapping friends.

            “There, it’s perfect! We can rest.” Twisting Breeze said, flying back into the heavens.

            “Hold on, Twisting Breeze. Remember yesterday, when we agreed we’d put creatures on Earth?” Swift Wind said sternly.

            “Yeah, Yeah. Whatever.” Twisting Breeze spun back to his friends. 

            “You’re turn, Light Blue! Make creatures with your magic!” Swift Wind cheered him on.

            “Alright.” Light Blue swallowed hard in his throat and flew calmly over to Earth. He bowed his head. He then yanked his head up, making his whole body gold. He imagined the creatures he would make and what they would evolve into. Suddenly, he lowered his head and Earth had bugs on the land and huge creatures in the water.

            “Yeah, Light Blue!” Twisting Breeze and Swift Wind cheered.

            “Now, we can rest. Right?” Twisting Breeze asked, exhausted.

            “Yes, Twisting Breeze. Now we can rest.” Light Blue smiled at his friend.

            Years passed and Earth’s creatures turned into dinosaurs, which turned into birds, which turned into monkeys, elephants, tigers, lions, alligators, hippos and all the wild animals there are today. They all fought sometimes, and some died, but no animals fought as much as the lions and tigers. They’d argue about who should be nice first and then they’d all end up killing each other. One day when Light Blue was checking on his new planet, he saw the lions and tigers doing this. Blood splattered the ground and dead bodies lay scattered among the tussle of claws and fur.

            “Stop this nonsense!” Screamed Light Blue, disgusted of his creatures. All the lions and tigers stopped fighting and bowed their heads at Light Blue.

            “Why are you all fighting?” Light Blue scornfully yelled at them.

            “Sir,” A tall tiger grunted, “It is the lions’ fault! We told them we wouldn’t fight, if they were nice first!”

            “But we said they should be nice first!” Screamed an old lioness.

            “So now you’re fighting about who should be nice first?” Light Blue scolded them. The big cats nodded.

            “Why can’t you be nice at the same time?” Light Blue suggested.

            “Because,” A tiger cub retorted, rolling his eyes, “If both groups swore they would be nice to each other, one of them would have to act first!”

            “Huh…” Thought Light Blue. He flew down into the earth’s heart and came out with two shining gemstones.

            “Each stone represents the strength, bravery and kindness of each group.” Light Blue handed a lion a sunstone. He also gave a tiger a moonstone.

            “Now, give each other the stones.”  Light Blue strictly told them. The tiger and the lion met under a large tree and exchanged stones.

            “You just made your first move in kindness. Place each stone next to each other under the tree.” The lion and tiger dropped the stones next to each other. Then Light Blue made a large ditch in the soil in between the rocks.

            “On the side of the ditch where the sunstone is, that is the tigers’ territory. On the side of the ditch with the moonstone, that is the lions’ territory. If any stone is retreated, that means that that group has resigned and wants to fight. I hope you stay in peace.” Light Blue slowly drifted away.

Awesome story part 2

Here is the 2nd part of my awesome story:

“I hope this works.” Ms. Penelope said while dipping a ladle into her concoction she made earlier.

“Who wants to go first?” She asked the doves. When none answered she gently picked the fat one up and put him on the seat that she was sitting on. He tried to fly away, but Ms. Penelope held him down. She then she pinned him down so his stomach was facing up and opened up his beak. She picked up the ladle and gently poured the chipmunk bile down his throat while making magic motions with her hand. She made her hand tense with muscle and then waved it around like a river. Then she let it go boneless and wiggled it like she was conducting an orchestra. Then she closed up the dove’s beak, unaware of what would happen next. The dove’s eyes turned pink then yellow and then green. Seven feathers fell off it’s back as it shook, terrified. Ms. Penelope bit her lip as she watched the bird tumble and twist. Then all of the sudden, the bird turned normal white and it stopped twisting. It sat up straight and looked at Ms. Penelope as if it wanted to listen for a command.

“Oh, I do hope this works.” Ms. Penelope’s lip was bleeding from so much gnawing. She fetched one of her letters. She put it into the dove’s beak. She also told the dove where to drop it and to make sure it was a kid. The dove nodded in response and flew away like a fat, petite angel. The other doves stared in awe and shook terribly, afraid it was their turn.

“It worked! It worked! Now…for the others.” Ms. Penelope said and reached for another wriggling dove.

When the last dove had turned different colors and was off with the letter, Ms. Penelope sighed with hope and made herself a cup of green tea. She watched the last dove fly above the setting sun.

“ Oh, I do hope they want to help. Oh, I do hope.”

Chapter One

Eleven-year-old Adolfo Lupine paced up and down his stone pathway in Argentina. The pathway was black and shiny and on the sides it was garnished with beautiful purple lupines, in honor of his family’s last name. Although the pathway was beautiful, it didn’t have a welcome sign or a lamp near the entrance. Instead, it had a large iron gate that was always locked and the lupines were cut straight and firm like soldiers.

            “Oh, why is Mama so late? I hate being with Nanny!” Adolfo ran into the huge garden with an old woman in white clothes chasing after him.

            “Adolfo! Young man, when your parents said that you could get whatever you want, they didn’t mean you could run away from your nanny!” The nanny spoke to him in Spanish. The old woman stumbled as she ran. She dusted off her petticoat.

            “Huh! Adolfo, you can play in the garden. I’ll be watching you from the east master bedroom.” The nanny scolded him scornfully in Spanish. The nanny stomped away, mumbling about until Adolfo’s parents got home.

            “Why do Mama and Papa have to go to stupid balls? All I do is sit on a velvet stool and have my tutor teach me English! Ugh!” Adolfo groaned as he stomped passed the soldier-roses. Adolfo thought living in a mansion was worse than being in prison. Adolfo scratched at a scab. The only place he could do that was in private. Well, he actually wasn’t supposed to do it ever, but especially not in public.

            “I hate being stuck in my mansion! I’m not allowed to do anything a normal kid could do! My life’s so…oh what is that word in English? Oh, yes! Boring. And dull! Ugh!” Adolfo kicked a stump.

            “Ouch! Why’d I do that?” Adolfo hit his head, annoyed. The lupines suddenly looked dreadful and Adolfo wanted to scream and run away, but the gate surrounded all thirty acres of the mansion.

            “Ah!” Adolfo did a petite and quiet scream, as he was allowed to do that and only that. Adolfo groaned. He felt like a bear trapped in a zoo. There were always people asking him:  “Adolfo, would you like a snack?” or, “Adolfo, what would you like? Just name it!” It was the most obnoxious life ever! Adolfo got so indignant that he picked up a rock and threw it up into the sky. He put his hands up to catch it, but instead it hit a bird and the dove (apparently, it was a dove) fell down into his hands instead.

            “Huh!” Adolfo gasped. He’d never touched an animal before and he’d only seen a couple of dogs. This must be a bird.

            “What should I do? Give it to Nanny? No, she’d through it out the window and yell at me for touching an animal! Maybe I should bury it? It is dead, after all.” Just then, the dove opened his eyes and flew out of Adolfo’s hands.

            “I guess not.” Adolfo sighed. Just then, he noticed that the dove had dropped a letter into his clean and perfect palms. But before he could read it, a rumbling sound of rubber wheels driving on pebbles sounded from the entrance of his mansion. He stuffed the letter into his pocket; he would read it later.

            “Mother and Father!” Adolfo cried, jumping for joy. He ran and greeted his elegant mother and father as they stepped out of the limo.

            “Hello, Mother! Hello, Father! How was the ball?” Adolfo said, hugging his ruby-covered mother. The woman pulled him away from her silk dress like a dog pulling off a flea.

            “Adolfo, I’m disgusted of you! You’re pants are ripped and there’s dirt covering your neck! And your English sounds horrid, did you practice?” Mrs. Lupine spoke in perfect English and frowned at her stout son.

            “Um...well, you see I got tired of learning so I went into the garden.” Adolfo’s face got red as a chili pepper when he admitted that he skipped his tutoring. His mother looked down in disgust.

            “Did Nanny have to chase you like last week?” Mr. Lupine asked, speaking Spanish and tapping his foot.

            “Uh…well…” Adolfo stuttered until the nanny stomped indignantly out of the mansion. Her dress was filthy and her hair was like a bird nest.

            “Oh, you bet I had to chase him! It was worse than last week! I ran down the flight of stairs, threw the kitchen and out the door until he hid in the garden. I had to give up and watch him from inside the house!” The nanny screamed so close to Mr. and Mrs. Lupine’s faces that they could smell her stinky breath.

            “Adolfo, young man, is this true?” Mrs. Lupine asked him. Adolfo winced. He knew what was coming next.

            “Yes. It is true. I am ashamed.” Adolfo said, blushing more furious than ever.

            “Well, you should be! Go up to your room and prepare for a nice whipping!” Mr. Lupine screamed at him, pointing with his gloved hand to Adolfo’s room.

           

AWESOME new story!!!!! :)

Sooooo.....i've had author's block since who knows when, but last week i came up with (not to brag) an AWESOME STORY! Here is the awesomeness so far:

Prologue

One bright and hot day when the sun shined over the mountains of Arkansas like a puddle of gold, in an abandoned and broken old school bus, a tattered and capricious young woman sat with her mascara-covered eyes fixed on a giant pearl ball. It sat, protected, in a stout golden vase with drops of dew sprinkled on it like shiny sprinkles on cupcake frosting.

The young woman was about thirty-one, never tasted corn chowder before and was sometimes called crazy. She wore delicate and tranquil orange scarves around her body and she liked to sing opera in the shower. Her name was Ms. Penelope Eucalyptus and right now she was seeing the future.

The giant pearl wasn’t your regular crystal ball. It was purple tinted and it was made for sorceresses only, so it never told when, what, why, where, who or how. Most people think sorceress’s crystal balls show an image of something in the past, present or future. They think the image shows what some ones doing, who the some one is, when it’s happening and where, why it’s happening and how. But no, in real sorceress’s crystal balls it just sends a message to your mind that’s always in the future and never says what, when, who, why, where or how. For instance, right now in the old tattered school bus, Ms. Penelope Eucalyptus was getting a worrying message in her mind.

Her bruised fingers wiggled like a spider above the pearl. Her lipstick-covered mouth whispered majestic words that she dare not speak in public. They held the secret to what Ms. Penelope Eucalyptus was about to take in, to know. Ms. Penelope’s voice sounded like a butterfly whisper on the first of May or like a daffodil’s laugh, which sounded quite delightful. But even though the young woman’s voice was so incredibly precious, the woman in general was the most ugly rat in probably all of Arkansas.

“Come, my crystal ball. Show me what you have and tell me what you know. My anxious ears would like to know. What do you have to tell me so? Come, my purple pearl. You are welcome to whisper into my ear. Come on, I would like to hear. Tell me all your secrets, oh I must know! What do you have to tell me so?” Ms. Penelope whispered to her reflection in the crystal ball. The pearl seemed to nod in response, twisting and turning in the golden vase. Ms. Penelope closed her eyes and sat stiff and still as it turned. Then a sharp, piercing wind shook the old school bus and just as Ms. Penelope got the message in her mind, the wind stopped and she opened her eyelids. She listened hard as the giant pearl whispered into her mind.

“Oh no! Oh gracious, me! I’ve never gotten such a terrible message since I was thirteen and Grandma Ruby got pneumonia! All I had to do was get penicillin, not try to stop all this jazz! And, oh! I won’t be able to do this myself!” Ms. Penelope quietly shrieked, not doing her daffodil laugh voice. Ms. Penelope found a silver vial hanging on a hook on the ceiling of the bus. She poured half of the orange liquid into a brass pot. Then she put half of a guava into the pot, too. She also poured a cup of chipmunk bile and stirred it crazily. Now she only needed to catch four doves. Ms. Penelope stepped out the emergency exit of the school bus, for the door had rusted shut. Then she pulled her scarves around her face, not about to reveal her charming appearance and walked to her favorite tree. Nestled upon the great roots of the oak, she found a great big golden cage with a delicate heart shaped keyhole. She mysteriously reached into her velvet pocket and pulled out a golden key with roses carved on each end. It fit perfectly into the cage and the door flew open. Then she reached into her other pocket and pulled out a wooden whistle. She dropped the cage and leaned against the oak, pulling the whistle to her lips. She blew a light and tranquil blow and even the wind stopped to listen. As she closed her eyes and played the whistle, two doves came and perched on the lowest branch to listen. Ms. Penelope opened one of her eyes and saw the doves. Then she quick shut it. As she started playing a graceful waltz, two more doves came and perched next to the other two and rocked back and forth to the mesmerizing melody. She opened her eye, saw it and slowly and smoothly picked up the cage. Then she quickly plunked it over the doves and locked it.

“Ha, ha! Got you, you dumb birds!” Ms. Penelope laughed, stuffing the key and whistle into her pocket and walking home with the doves. When she got to the old bus she set the cage on a seat and got out a pen and paper.

“I’ve got to make it sound mysterious and intriguing. But, remember, they’ll just be kids.” Ms. Penelope licked the pen and begun to write her letter. She made five copies. When she was done, she set them each in an envelope and licked it shut. She addressed each one to a different place.

“I hope this works.” Ms. Penelope said, dipping a ladle into her concoction she made earlier.