Ax for Freedom and Fly Supper While Sitting On a Milk Stool

Sentences taken from, "Charlotte's Web"

Terri - "Where's papa going with that ax?" said Timmy.  He didn't really think it was appropriate for papa to take an ax to a work interview, especially when the job had to do with computers and not with chopping wood.  What were the people interviewing him going to think about that?  Then again, maybe that was part of his ploy or plot or whatever.  Maybe he was going to chop of their arms if they didn't hire him. His papa had weird ideas.   

And why did he always have to call him papa.  It's not like they live on a farm.  Some people are so old fashion.  Timmy sat down and continued thinking about his toes.  It was what he was thinking about prior to noticing his father going to work in a suit and his ax.  He loved his toes.  He thought they were so attractive.   He knew one day, whenever he found a special someone, she would love his toes too.  She would probably like his armpits too.

He heard his mom, I mean, momma, calling him for dinner.

 

Becca - She fed him again at supper time, and again just before she took her very last bite of supper. She liked to keep his feedings close together for a day or two so she didn't have to worry about feeding him for a few weeks. She didn't know if he like it that way or not but it didn't really matter since he couldn't talk and he was still alive so it couldn't be that bad. 

Dan - She found an old milking stool that had been thickly covered with the initials of former prisoners gouged in its rough surface. She sat down, wondering what she was doing here. That old man had seemed so nice, when he asked for some spare change. She still found it hard to believe that he was a member of the New World Order--and what did he want with her, anyway? She looked around the little cell, which was bare except for the milking stool and a pile of coat hangers. On one wall, she could make out some sort of fresco, covered over with years of grime. It looked like a giant hand holding a bunch of lettuce and a lightning bolt. As she tried to make it out, the sunlight faded rapidly from the slit-like window. Soon there were only shadows and noises of …

Rob - ...the bats flying around, searching in vain for the exit that I'd accidentally closed when I triggered the rockslide. Now I was stuck, and who knows how much air I really have left! At least I'll be able to eat some bats; I've never had bat before. I wonder if it tastes like chicken. But then I noticed that something distinctly non-bat-like was hitting my ear. What's this? A fly?

Ani – The fly beating its wings furiously, trying to break free of the piece of bubble gum it had gotten itself stuck to. As he struggled he began to remember all of the beautiful times in his life...the ones full of love and laughter....and manure. Good times. I remembered when he met his wife, remembered staring deep into all the hundreds of eyes she had. She had meant everything to him! He must get back to her!! This thought gave him renewed strength as he fought to get free!
"I will not give up so easily!!!" he screamed as he struggled. He kept remembering the good times of the past but used them as fuel. The winters he spent hiding out, the beautiful spring time...when everything is gross and wet. And then he remembered his favorite time. Summer.

Leslie - Early summer days are a jubilee time for running through the fields. I like to do it often. One time as I was running I tripped. I looked and saw my left shoe stuck in a hole. I couldn’t get it out. Nobody knew where I was. I tugged and tugged. I tried digging around it but there were too many rocks. I couldn’t get it free and I couldn’t get help. I’m stuck – what should I do? I cried. Then suddenly I remembered that I didn’t put any shoes on that day. Freedom!

The Crazy Old Man and His Adventures

Sentences were taken from "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway

(Becca) Everything about him was old except his voice, which sounded like a little toddler  when he spoke. It was very contradictory considering everything else about him was like an old prune, but then that voice of his.....it was creepy really. It left me with an unsettled feeling in my stomach whenever I watched him doing anything physical, like shoveling manure, chopping down trees or climbing mountains. It was strange to hear him working all manly like and then hear that little voice of his when he mumbled to himself or dared to say something directly to someone with him.  He had long ago learned not to control his conversing and he absolutely could not give orders to people because people often reacted violently and/or weirdly. This leads to odd behavior on his part. I walked by to see him playing with something....what was it? Insects? Small rodents? I didn't dare ask.

(Terri) The old man pinched their heads off with his thumb and forefinger and ate them.  He always did this with his chickens. Some people prefer to chop their heads off with axes.  Others prefer to scalp them first, then let them mostly bleed to death while they hack and hack to try to chop off their heads, only to find that they have a dull axe.  The old man prefers to pinch their heads off with his thumb and forefinger.  People just have different preferences. Then …

(Daniel)… he took hold of one foot gently and held it until he had managed to bend his head backwards until it rested on the sole of the foot. After he felt his hips pop out of joint in that special way, he proceeded to knot up his arms, legs, tongue, and throat around himself until he resembled a perfect sphere, his face resting on the upper surface. Now for the hard part, he thought, and rolled himself over until he was balanced on his lips. Should have swept the floor first, he thought. He started breathing, softly at first, then more powerfully, until he had supported himself three inches above the ground on a column of air. By adjusting the angle of his breath, he was able to drift slowly wherever he wanted. He floated over to the mirror... Very good! This would show the doctors! They said I'd never be able to get out of bed again. Ha! Taking a last glimpse of his beach-ball-shaped self …

(Siouxsie)…  the old man went out the door and couldn't believe the magical world he had entered. I mean, green grass? Blue sky? Trees with living things in them? It was so different than the wasteland that was normally outside his front door. The terminators had almost completely decimated the human race over the last week or so and it just really made him reluctant to even step outside anymore. It appeared that he had somehow been caught in one of the scene fades from Highlander where you start in the fish tank and end up in the Scottish Highlands. But this was still his front yard so it wasn't exactly the same but he digresses. He looked around, breathing in the fresh air and noticed something behind the trees. They were cockroaches and they had to die. They had collaborated with the Terminators and were going to pay the price.

(Leslie) He has jumped more than a dozen times and didn't want to stop. He stopped anyways. Now what to do. He hopped off the trampoline and headed inside the house for something to eat. He opened the fridge and sees a big chocolate cake. It looks so yummy. He tasted the frosting and almost vomited. It tasted like poop. He ran out the door down to the wharf. He runs ramming into lots of people to earn points. If they fall to the ground its 100 points. Each step they take is 10 points. Sometimes …

 (Kyrie) …"I wish I was the fish with that glass eye!" The little boy exclaimed. "That is just so cool!" Suddenly, his mother stood up. 

"Bert, it's time to go. We have go and feed Mo."
"Who's Mo?!"
"He's your new kinkajou."
"My new what?"
"Kinkajou. Now get in the car."
"But, but I don't want a kinkajou! I want to get that fishy with the glass eye! Then all my friends would be jealous, and I could rule the world!"
"Sorry. Not gonna happen. Come on, you'll love Mo!"

4 days later...

"Mommy! Mo bit me... again!" Bert complained.
"Oh, he's just trying to make friends with you! Give him a chance, Bert."
Bert ran into his room and slammed the door. That's it... I'm running away... Forever... I should pack, and then I'll leave tonight. I just have to make sure that Mo doesn't see me leave... So, he began to pack... He got a bag and put in his hairbrush, blanket, some candy that he bought yesterday. Then …

(Ani) … the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and jumped for joy!! He was so happy to have finally found them! He had searched his entire room over. He went to put them on and was heart broken to find that they no longer fit him. He fell on his knees and began screaming and crying  as though trying to relieve the pain he felt in his heart.
   "WHY?!?!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He had never known this degree of sorrow. He decided that from that moment on he would never eat nor drink again. He would never speak to another living soul...or dead one. He decided that if the pants wouldn't fit his legs he would try to fit them on his arms. He could only get them over his left arm and he decided that would have to be enough, after awhile his hand started to tingle.

(Rob) He had no feeling in his left hand but ... still he pressed forward, using his bionic right hand to pull himself up the lava-rock slope. The electronic sensor feedback in that hand at least gave him some 'feeling', if you could call it that. He thought back to the fight he'd just had, and tried to ignore the fact that he was now on fire. Perhaps he shouldn't have ignored his mentor when he yelled, "Don't try it! I have the HIGHER GROUND!!" Yeah. As if having the "higher ground" in a lightsaber fight suddenly is meaningful. But, in retrospect, he must have been right about that, since in one swoop he lost all of his non-robotic appendages. You gotta hate that when it happens. What was it that the kid had said to him before he left Coruscant? Oh right, 

(Joshua)...the boy said, "It is what a man must do to be an emporer to rule the world and destroy the world all to his mite.

THE END