New Prologue

There once was a young girl, who had blonde hairshe turned crazy and chose top use some Nair
her head was like and egg smooth, shiny, bald
Police came to her rescue as she frantically called
she once was very modest now no more
and now she married many men glore
she sang and danced, she was not to bad
But her fame turned her to feel very sad
She grew larger and larger through the years
And the name they called her was Brittany Spears

Beo and the City

            It was a sunny Monday morning and Hrothgar was making his rounds as usual. As Hrothgar arrived at his first house he was prepared to deliver the packages. Everything went as planned and he successfully completed his mission. Although the next few times went smoothly, it would soon become a disaster.            

            The next day the news-bearer made his rounds just as he did the day before. Although this time it was not as easy as slipping envelopes into boxes, a vicious tail-wagger was threatening the mail-carrier. Hrothgar was a tall and skinny man that always wore his hat and carried a clip board.

            As the new-bearer approached the house he could hear the beast. “rough, rough” Hrothgar was nervous about this sound but continued anyways to complete his daily routine. He should have turned back when he could but instead he got closer and closer to the house and then it happened.

            The tiny-yapper attacked. Hrothgar screamed, “ Get away from me! Don’t hurt me!” But the vicious animal continued his attack. As the tiny-yapper got closer Hrothgar spotted a name tag, and his name was Grendel. So he tried screaming again “No Grendel, No Grendel!” But Grendel kept coming towards him, he was furry, foaming at the mouth, and had a studded collar on.

            Hrothgar couldn’t stop the Postman-chaser. Grendel came and bit Hrothgars pant leg and started shaking his head frantically.

            Hrothgar commanded, “Grendel let go now!”

            All Grendel responded was “Grrrrrrrr!”

Hrothgar finally shook the tail-wager off and ran back to his mail-truck. Hrothgar thought to himself, “ I got away this time, but tomorrow I’m going to need back up.” Hrothgar was nervous because his mail delivery business was being threatened by this mighty tail-wager, Grendel. So that night he went home with the goal of finding a solution.

            As he go home he opened the big yellow book of everything called the yellow pages, and searched for a solution. He came across Bewoulf Animal Control and decided that this was the guy to help him. He called Beowulf’s number right away.

            Beowulf answer, “Hello, Beowulf Animal Control, Beowulf speaking. How may I help you?”

            Hrothgar said, “ Hi, this is Hrothgar and I need your expertise, because a tail-wager, Grendel, is attacking me and threatening my business.”

            Beowulf replied, “ Well of course I would be happy to help, I will meet you tomorrow on your rounds.”

            The next morning Hrothgar waited for the Beowulf. As Beowulf arrived in his stylish car, Hrothgar admired him. Beowulf was strong, handsome, and was extremely confident in himself. Beowulf stepped out of the car and was ready for the battle with the Postman-chaser. He had brought with him a rope and a cage to trap the postman-chaser.

            “Okay, show me where he is” ordered Beowulf

            “He’s over there!” Hrothgar pointed.

            “Ill take care of him.” Beowulf stated

            “I can help!” Hrothgar said.

            “No I must do this on my own.” Beowulf commanded

Beowulf stormed toward Grendel and used his rope to try to catch him, although it seemed that the rope could trap the tail-wager. So instead Beowulf had to use his hands to scope up Grendel and trap him in the cage.            

            “ You’re my hero!” Thanked Hrothgar

            “Anytime.” Welcomed Beowulf. 

             

Island Story

            I woke up to water crashing on top of me. I was sandy and confused the last thing I had remembered was hearing the pilot on the intercom say “Brace for landing!”

            I was frozen from shock, the realization that I crashed landed on a what looked like an empty island drew me to tears.

            I came to my feet. I finally got a good look at the wrecked plane. It was torn to pieces, how could I have lived, but I had to search the plane to make sure.

            I planned to search the plane for all I could find clothes, metals, ropes, anything that would be useful. Hours and hours went by, and all I could find was an ipod, suitcase, and a book. I found no one alive. I started to lay out everything I found. The ipod had one album on it of course it was country that would be no help. The suitcase has clothes, a toothbrush, and deoterant in it, this would be helpful if I cared at all about my hygiene at the moment. The book was pointless because it was in German, the plane was on its way to Germany and I was one of the only Americans on board.

            I sat, covered in sand, staring off into the horizon. I must think of a plan B. I must now go into the depths of the forest hoping to find civilization. I turned my focus from the ocean to the trees, and to my disbelief there was smoke! It was approximately one mile away. I ran and ran, forgot about my injuries, and there was a since of happiness. There was life on this island. If felt as if it took me hours to get there.

            As I reached the spot were the smoke was coming from, it was empty no life other than the freshly made fire, a few bags, and man made tent. Crunch! I heard leaves behind me. “Hello?”