Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Cat Burglar

The sun was on the horizon and the band of brothers were out. Billy Bandit, a fierce western bred cat, and his two apprentices Rac and Coon, twin raccoons, were hustling toward their next heist. Billy knew of the crucial state his was in. After he collected the money from the bank he would have to finally admit to the twins that he was not a raccoon. This was dangerous though, Rac and Coon were two dangerous little pests. In less than five seconds they would have Billy on the floor will a claw at his next. Billy would have to be sly and quick. The crew entered the bank according to plan. The twins would sneak in through the air conditioning vents and let Billy in through the back door. But when Billy walked into the darkness he was held at gun-point. "We know what you're up to Billy," said Rac in a revolting voice. "All this time we've been using you," Coon added on. Billy tried to explain as he backpedaled to the door. Then the lights came on and he was surrounded by a mob of angry raccoons. "You thought you could trick us didn't you?" Rac said while he ran his claws up and down Billy's back. The gig was up. Billy pounced through the glass door and ran for miles. Billy finally realized what he had done wrong. Through all of the plotting, he had forgotten his mask at the safe house.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Applejack and Little White Horse : The Mark of a Hero

Spring had finally arrived in the rolling meadows of Southern California. Applejack had just finished his evening meal when he heard the neigh of a small horse. Quickly, Applejack stood up and began galloping around the side of the barn. Smoke filled the air as the slight glow of flames engulfed the neighboring barn. The faint image of Little White Horse, a new-born colt, burning in the flames made Applejack shudder. The neighs for help were becoming softer and softer as the flames grew higher. Finally, Applejack sprang forward like a majestic stallion. When he entered the blazing building Applejack glance around and saw the colt curled up in the corner. Applejack kicked dirt on him as a sign to let him know to follow. Both horses hightailed it to the door of the barn. Showing extreme speed, Little White Horse quickly put a large distance in between he and Applejack. As Applejack followed the colt out of the exit a large part of the barn door fell on him. Applejack neighed for help as he was pinned to the burning sand. Little White Horse returned and helped move the fallen pieces off of Applejack, and they both sprinted towards the meadow. The next day as a sign of honor Applejack was branded with the mark of the hero. The burning sensation on his hind parts is what inspires him to scratch his hand parts on the fence post on this very day.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Summer Noodles

It was a warm spring day in Oak Hill, Alabama. Lucy sat on the porch waiting for Pa to come home. She was still with excitement. This was the first time that Pa was going to take her fishing. Lucy heard the phone ring in the kitchen and sprang towards the door. She reached the door only to see that Mama had already answered it. Lucy was giddy with excitement as she listened to the faint sound of Pa’s voice say, “I’m coming home.” She sprinted into the shed and grabbed the fishing pole. Lucy knew that Pa worked around the block, and that it would only be moments before he meandered around the corner. Lucy waited with her eyes focused on the corner. She saw a faint shadow, and slowly Pa came around the corner running with a smile on his face. He sat down his suitcase on the porch and he and Lucy walked towards the creek. The afternoon turned into evening as Lucy and Pa sat on the small dock jabbering about the fish. Soon, the sun had faded behind the trees and Lucy had grown tired. Suddenly, the line grew tight and Lucy snapped back to reality. Pa recognized the fish as a hybrid striper. He took a hold of the fishing pole and reeled the fish in slowly. Pa knew that this particular fish was designed to put up a fight. Lucy could see the struggle between the fish and Pa. She knew she had to do something. Lucy jumped into the creek and started noodling the striper. Pa didn’t know what to think. Lucy came out holding the fish by its neck. Pa knew he had a prodigy on his hands.