James Thurber satire

I liked The Unicorn in the Garden, The Little Girl and the Wolf, and The Princess and the Tin Box.

     I liked The Unicorn in the Garden because it has one of the funniest little twists in a story ever, It plays against the wife instead of the husband, who understood how to get rid of his wife. I think it also is a good lessoon to teach you to think before you say something ridicious.  I'm not exactly sure his aim is to satirize anything in the story, except the concept of mythical creatures and marriage perhaps.  It's an interesting story.
     I liked The Little Girl and the Wolf, because it is extremely satirical to the original fable.  The little girl now, is much more aware of her surroundings than the easily fooled girl of the past, she knows that story and isn't the same timid, and foolish archtype she used to be. I find the story very refreshing and hilarious.
     I liked The Princess and the Tin Box because Mr. Thurber is very dryly hilarious in explaining this story.  He makes it very real, and he builds the story up so that you'll think that the Princess will pick the Tin box, when in fact, she acts logically and chooses the really nice jewlery box that is the most useful to her.  Basically he twists the story the way it would probably work out to be in the real world. 

Aesop's Fables

The Camel and the Arab
1)  A man asks his camel whether or not he would want to go uphill or downhill, he responds with a sarcastic remark.
2) Moral : Do not ask obvious questions

The Bundle of Sticks
1) A father on the point of death brings his sons together, asks them to break a bundle of sticks tied together, in which they are unsucessful, but when they untie the bundle, the sticsk are easily broken.
2) Union(s) give strength.

The Fox and the Lion
1) A fox saw a lion, and at first was struck with fear and ran, then he saw him again and stoped a safe distance and watched him pass, a thrid time he spoke to him and talked about personal matters, they then parted without ceremony.
2) Familiarity Breeds Contempt.

The Lion in Love
1) A lion proposed to the parents of a young maiden, they feared he would hurt her so they requested he take his teeth out and trim his claws, he did so, and they laughed in his face to do his worst.
2) Love can tame the wildest.

The Thief and the Mother
1) A man caught in a daring act of thieft asks before he is executed to see his mother, when she sees him, he says he wants to whisper to her and bites her ear, he did so to punish her, because he started stealing young and she did not rebuke him.
2) Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old he will not depart therefrom.

The Hart and the Hunter
1) a Hart was admiring his antlers and the rest of his body, he wished that his legs were more robst and less slim and slight, then appears a hunter, which by means of his legs escapes, but he is later caught in a low place and his antlers get stuck.
2) We often despise what is most useful to us.

The Two Pots
1) Two pots were on the river bank, one brass, one earthenware, the river floods and both float in the river, the brass pot says that he will not strike the earthen pot and that he should have no fear, the earthen pot responds that whether or not who hits first, the earthen pot will suffer for it.
2) The strong and the weak cannot keep company.

The Tortoise and the Hare

1) The Hare boasts about how he's so fast, the tortoise challenges him to a race, the hare darts out at the start of the race and takes a nap, the tortoise passes him and by the time the Hare wakes the race is already won.
2) Slow and steady wins the race

The Ant and the Grasshopper
1) The ants work all the summer preparing for winter, the grasshopper wishes for them to relax and play, not preparing anything for himself. Winter comes and the Grasshopper begs for food to eat.
2) It is best to prepare for days of necessity.

The Man and the Serpent.
1) The Serpent bites and kills the Farmers son, and in revenge cuts off part of the serpents tail, and in revenge of his lost tail, stings the farmers cattle and causes a great loss, he makes up with the serpent and offers him gifts, he refuses and states that they will never forget the wrongs they've done to each other.
2) Injuries may be forgiven, but never forgotten.

Poems of fables

I'm stuck in a ropey cage
and yet this mouse can help me? psshh

I'm a rich, sophisticated, young woman
I love me a good lion, don't knock it till you try it

Who lives in a pinapple under the sea,
not me, because I have my prince, I'm a mermaid.
(come at me sister)

Should of been working when I was shirkin'
Should of been Shirkin' when i should have been workin'
Now I'm starving.

I scrub scrub scrub all day,
I work work work all night,
I'm so sick of being the servant,
I'm going to get my prince charming.

I stalk my prey, watching intensely, I watch her move, smell her smells
but most of all... I see the basket. I want it.
I crave it, I seek it. All I think about now is retreving her basket.
That little red hood taunts me with it's shimmer, it's boldness.
how dare she walk with me, moving and shifting in the breeze, in the dark
doesn't she know that this is my domain, my sacred place.
I'm driven to madness, on the brink of insanity.
Why can't I leave? I'm hopelessly bound to the pursuit,
Of this little red riding hood.
And so it begins...
The chase, the excitement.
She will never get home.

I'm not sure where the rabbit hole goes...
But maybe it goes to a wonderful land.

My back hurts really bad,
why can't I sleep soundly,
maybe I should eat my veggies.

I dance all day, with my seven lovely dwarfs
I can't believe that I'm asleep, waiting for my perfect man.

Sonnet (It is about no one, I just went off on the paper)

When together, the place where happiness lies,

Is only as happy as you may make it for yourselves,

But when you hear your lovers cries,

With her laughter, her joy can only outsell,

The beauty of the greatest items in the world,

With her head held high, and her smile shining bright,

You may barely notice that her hair is uncurled,

Her brown locks glistening, and lying upright,

May only be described as magnificent,

Night fast approaches, and with dinner winding down,

With our money misspent in our pockets innocent

We drive to the center of town.

Happy Valentines Day

I hope you maybe see me again today.

Essays (ThisIBelieve.com)

The America I Believe in - Colin Powell  http://thisibelieve.org/essay/27/

I read this essay, and was very touched by his enthusiasm about America, and his anecdotes as well
as their own personal experience, explaining how his Father and Mother were immigrants themselves.
He explains that our strength is in our openess and that people still come to the United States, despite
all the scrutiny, and anti american sentiment, because we are a beacon of hope to everyone in the world
what we stand for is good, and what makes up this country is hope, and he believes in America.

Yankee Go Home - Rita Barrett  http://thisibelieve.org/essay/19619/

I found this little essay very nice. The main story is about a trip to around Spain, and her encounter with
a person on a train.  She explains that a man entered her train car and wrote in the glass "yankee go home"
and through understanding and speaking in spanish to this man, eventually he began to warm up to her, and
erased what he wrote on the glass and replaced it with "Welcome"  She explains that learning a natives language is one of the best ways to show them your open and aceepting of them, and warming them up to you.  If we are better to understand the world, try speaking their language.  I believe that those little things probably do make the difference. Language is a very powerful tool.

More Than a Job - Erika Frances  http://thisibelieve.org/essay/5546/

This  essay is very touching.  The empathy she has due to her everyday work should be an example of how we take perspective on everyday situations.  The humanity she sees, and the disconnect we sometimes feel to the tradgedies of everyday life, are unnoticed. She makes a good stance on what she says, and she is very compassionate. 

Do Talk to Strangers - Sabrina Dubik  http://thisibelieve.org/essay/11875/

This essay entails the personal experience of the author.  She says that talking to strange, new and different people can be very rewarding and that people shouldn't be afraid of new people.  He touching story about meeting Mr. Roberts, and becoming friends with the man through conversations made good sense.  Just getting out and talking to people can make all the difference.

Dylan and Gabe's Free Rice Sweet Story. (we used all the words)

To be honest, my first time at the go kart track, I felt a severe sense of dejection and sadness at points.  After the first turn, I ended up perpendicular in the middle of the track, and everyone was deciding that the best course of action would be to hit me so forcefully so that my car would straighten out on the track.  Unfortunately, the savagery that actually occurred was much different.  I end up a buoy in the mini putt pond, upside down, dripping wet in my smoking hulk of a go kart.  I feel like a grilled piece of delicious maize, being pounded by the crash and smoking inside my burning go kart.  I hear my mother nagging me to get out of the scorched wreck, but all I want to do is be defiant and sit in the dissemblance.  My melting epidermis is beginning to tether to the burning roll cage of the go kart, and my vision flashes back to my nativity.  I can see the baby pictures in side my head, my genealogy mapped for generations inside my family home, all those photos flash before my eyes as I sit there inside my blackened and wet tomb.  It’s ironic how the dispersion of the water doesn’t allow my wreck’s fire to be put out.  So, I just sit here, and wait for the fire department to claim my cold wet body. 

Signed,

The go kart guy.       

I feel my bare feet on the pavement as I run from them.  The cold, and wetness I feel beneath my toes, the cold sharpness of the night, contrast with my throbbing head and arms.  I can hear their distant shouts as they chase, they scream “get back here,” “We want your liver for research!”  I run naked away as they chase, holding their syringes at the ready waiting to sedate me.  They won’t catch me.  I run backwards, flapping ostentatiously into the wind as I look at them.  I shout “Come and get me!” and they continue to give steady chase.  The suburban neighborhood I’m running naked through can obviously hear the shouts coming from the grown men running after my naked self.  It was a splendid feeling knowing that they were not going to be able to catch me. There was a vast river that would separate me from the evil that was chasing me. The only object I could use a raft was a giant plastic board which seemed very fragile. I decided to take my chance and cross the river using it. I finally made it across but the fungus on my body was unreal. I couldn’t take the time to stop and clean up because I am on their clock, and not my own.  On the other side of the river was a forest, which I raced through, eager to escape from my pursuers.  I eventually reached a wooden cottage, with smoke billowing out of its chimney.  I walked inside, and spotted a washcloth on the table, right next to a scrumptious apple pie.  I took the washcloth and cleaned the fungus off of my body.  I was searching through the drawers, eager to find some clothes to put on, when I heard a voice behind me. The voice is from an old woman who invited me to into her home after I already broke in. She is explaining to me the quintessence of blueberries in a pie was to add sweetness and a contrast of textures and flavor.  The fantastic feelings, the satisfaction of eating, the warmth of clothes, the relatively safety of the moment.