Michael Jackson and the Three Plastic Surgeons

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Michael J.  He went for a walk in the forest.  Pretty soon, He came upon a house.  He knocked and, when no one answered, He walked right in.

At the table in the kitchen, there were three plastic surgeons. Michael didn’t like his nose.  He took the first surgeons nose implants to give him a new nose.

"This nose is too round!" He exclaimed.

So, he used the second surgeon’s implants.

"This nose is too long," he said

So, he took the third surgeons implants.

"Ahhh, this nose is just right," he said happily and put on a face mask.

After he had used the three Surgeons' implants Michael decided he was feeling a little dark.  So, he walked into cleaning store where she saw three kinds of bleach.  Michael smelled the first Bleach.  

"This Clorox Bleach is too stinky!"  He exclaimed.

So he touched the Chlorine Bleach.

"This Bleach isn’t strong enough!"  He whined.

So he took the last and strongest bleach.

"Ahhh, this Mr. Clean Bleach is just right," he sighed.  But just as he when back to the surgeon office and poured the last of the bottle into the tub and let the bleach soak in, he realized something was wrong!

Michael was very anxious and wasn’t sleepy by this time, so he went upstairs to the bedroom, lay down in a bed. He pulled out a weekly pill sorter and then took the medication. But Michael still felt anxious and still wasn’t sleepy so he sat in the second bed, and took the pill sorter and took those meds but still wasn’t right. Then he lay down in the third bed and took those medications and it was just right.  Michael fell into a deep deep sleep.

As he was sleeping, the three plastic surgeons went to the office.

"Someone used my nose implants," growled the first surgeon.

"Someone used my nose implants," said the second surgeon.

"Attest you got your implants back!" cried the third surgeon.

"Someone left a bottle of Clorox Bleach in the sanitation room," growled the first surgeon.

"Someone left a bottle of Chlorine Bleach too," said the second surgeon.

"Someone used all my Mr. Clean Bleach," cried the third surgeon.

They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, the first surgeon growled, "Someone been in my bed,"

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the second surgeon.

"Attest there not still sleeping in your bed!!" exclaimed the youngest surgeon.

Just then, Michael woke up and saw the three surgeons.  He screamed, "Help I’m getting low on medication!"  And he jumped up grabbed the blanket off the bed and ran to the baloney and dangled it over the railing.  “Not the blanket anything but my blanket” cried the youngest surgeon.  “Annnyyything?” Michael questioned with a grin.

THE END

This I Belive

This I Believe

By Katie Allison

Honesty has always been a big part of my life. I’ve always believed that if you think you deserve the truth it is only fair to be honest with everyone you talk to. There have been times when people have been dishonest with me and it nearly caused me to lose faith in humanity. For a period of my life, I assumed that everyone was just out for their own and that there was no point in showing common courtesy to someone if they weren’t going to pay it forward. This way of thinking caused me to lose trust in friends and even my family. This was until I met my friend Jared. He showed me that there is hope and there are still good people in this world.

            I met Jared the summer of 2009. Jared was very different from the people I typically talk to. He wasn’t necessarily the most well known kid, and I could see when I spoke to him people around gave confused looks. One friend in particular asked me why I would even associate myself with him. He had a friendly attitude and was very polite. Jared told me stories of when he was bullied by kids at school for not playing sports and being anti-social. He always laughed it off and said “if that’s the kind of people they want to be then that’s their decision.  I wasn’t used to seeing that kind of attitude in a person; high school students are typically more interested in drama and their well being rather than being polite and respectful.

            During the school year, Jared came up to me after class and was telling me about his weekend. He told me that he had lent his iPod to someone who he recently met. I laughed and told him he would probably never see his iPod again. Jared told me that he wasn’t entirely sure if he would get it back, but remained positive. He was convinced that if it was stolen that karma would have plans for him. In a way, I admired his ability to trust someone so easily, despite the possibility of having his iPod stolen only a few months after getting it. Unfortunately, his iPod was stolen. I expected him to show some kind of anger towards the kid who stole it from him. Instead, he made light of the situation and said “I hope he enjoys it”.

            As time went on, he told me stories of times in his life when people abused his honesty and kindness. I was amazed that after all he went through he was still able to trust people and even forgive them. A few weeks went by without hearing anything about his iPod or the kid who stole it. One day, I get a text from an unfamiliar number. It was Jared using a texting app from his iPod. The kid apparently felt bad about taking it and went out of his way to apologize and return the iPod, and even offered to get him a gift card. Jared laughed and said “sometimes bad things happen to good people, but it always works out”. He believes that his optimistic attitude and honesty creates more optimistic and honest people. Jared compared it to littering, saying “people think when they throw trash on the side of the road that it won’t matter because it’s just one person. Then you look at the road a few weeks later and see it covered in trash, it all adds up. If I treat people with respect and honesty every day of my life, even if it is just me, then hopefully people around me will begin to act the same way”. I couldn’t disagree with that.

            Jared moved away in 2011. We still talk every once in a while, and he says that life is good. I am happy to know that there are still good people in the world and try to apply the lessons he taught me to my everyday life. Jared made a significant impact on me, making me not only a more positive person, but more open to others despite their social background. If someone as anti-social and quiet as Jared can continue to be an honest and positive person even after dealing with dishonest and rude people, then there is no excuse for me to immediately make judgments about someone because of how they live their life. Sometimes the people we as a society ignore because of how they present themselves turn out to be some of the most influential people you could ever meet. Because of Jared, I believe in honesty, optimism, and hope for a better world.

James Thurber Story responses

Fable - The Little Girl and the Wolf by James Thurber

I really liked the first fable because it was unexpected and funny. It also had a more modern/ older age appeal.

Moral - It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be.

Fable - The Birds and the Foxes by James Thurber

I liked this story as well. I thought it was funny because it was kind of just making fun of the government.

Moral - Government of the orioles, by the foxes, and for the foxes, must perish from the earth.

Fairytales and Fables Summaries

1) summary - Man Cuts down tree, and he takes avatage of all the trees.
 Moral- In yielding the rights of others, we may endanger our own.

2)  Summary- The Donkey wished he was the Horse because it thought
the horse was better.
Moral- Better humble security than gilded danger.

3) Summary- Man goes fishing and cetches alot of fish.
Moral- When you are in a man's power you must do as he bids you.

4) Summary-  Man asked the Camel a dumb question.
Moral- Do not ask obvious questions.

5) Summary- Bunch of animals come to fight.
Moral- "He that is neither one thing nor the other has no friends."

6) Summary- A Blue Jay trys to be a colorful peacock.
Moral-It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

7) Summary- Dogs try to drink up a river, but brust before they
get to the food.
Moral- Attempt not impossibilities.

8) Summary- A chicken finds a jewel.
Moral- Be content with your life.

9) Summary- A dog thinks he is famous but really is far from it.
Moral- Those who achieve notoriety often mistake it for fame.

10) Summary- Boys killed frogs for the sport of it.
Moral- What we do in sport often makes great trouble for others.

New Take on A Fairy Tale

1)      The loin got trapped and the mouse helped him get out of the net. But secretly that mouse trapped the loin so the loin would become indebted to the mouse.

2)      I love how my dress looks in the reflection in the water. I love the way the ripples seem to make it dance, I bet this loin fur would make a really warm jacket or carpet.

3)      If my tail was bigger it would be soo much easier to get this guy back to shore. I wonder what color his eyes are…

4)      That’s one weird light post… mmm that’s weird tile change it goes from brick to…. Linoleum?

5)      Mmm weird how cold it is when u only have your cape because you lost your real jacket… I totally look like that girl from True Blood.

6)      What the heck how come they don’t have any cookies at this table?! Every good tea party has cookies… I wonder if my furry ears would look fat in that hat.

7)       I really shouldn’t have stuck my finger in that light socket.  I hope that guys doesn’t fall off his platform and land in my mouth.

8)      I really need to find a mattress that doesn’t give me such bad bed-head. I cant take it anymore!  Iv gone through nine mattresses already!!!

9)      Why dose this blue jay always land on my hand?? I just want to get an owl or a hawk for once!  

Snow White-

Is it my pitch?

Is it my tone?

Must I sing in a lower register?

Nor could cant sort through all the possibilities!

I can’t begin to Tatum what more I could do!

I sing and I sing

My voice attracts animals of every kind from moose to mouse

No matter what I do it is always the blue-jay that lands on my hand

I don’t want another bird!

What I desired is a man...

What I need is a man- Happy, Sleepy,  Grumpy,  Sneezy

Maybe even a Doc or a little Doppy  and Bashful

Perhaps even seven is what I need

How lonely I am.

Sonnnnet

To be lonely on this day, a hateful crime

It is a special day that all should share

Especially if you look like a dime

And your heart is pure so I can’t help but care

May I take your hand, keep with mine in lace

Glaze in eyes deep with brown, heavy with sparkle

Light on life weight on laughter all my base

Keep me breathing like my trusty Snorkel

Wouldn’t it be perfect if you would Stay

Flowers candy, all things that I don’t need

And Id love to make you mine if I may

Id do all I can, even let you lead

Close your eyes, away we will dance

Just you and me if you give it a chance

Class words - to story

As I walked down stairs in the middle of the night with a scratch for some hot chocolate, all was dark. I could barely see any thing as a result smash my tibia on a iron chair in the kitchen. The pain so intense I install went from feeling fearless and brawny to puny and juvenile as I sung out a ballet of colorful words that even those on the show jail would have to look up. I felt so foolish and not even thinking to use the luminance on the hot chocolate contraption to guide my way like a beaken.  Once I pulled myself together I decided to try and play it off like a faceless assassin and not tell a soul of my infortune luck, took a deep breath and felt my way to the cabinet got out a mug and hot chocolate mix. Placed it in the contraption and set it for 2mins. When the buzzard sounded I use a hot mitt to grab the mug and sipped down the hot chocolatey foam.

Action Words

Wink-

Yoga pants on and yoga mat in tow she walked through the glass doors of the weight room, wind blowing her deep red  hair back past her face, she looked over her shoulder casually  at the football team that clearly had been there for nearly an hour working hard. As she looked forward again she unexpectedly locked eyes with her crush a moment past, she smiled as he winked back.

Pat on the back-

Out of breath, I walked away from the finish line. Head hanging low, eyes concentrated on the ground maybe there I’d find my pride because it sure wasn’t on the scoreboard with my time.  Trying to avoid my team meets and there attempts to cheer me up with a “nice race” although a nice jester it always seemed to made things feel worse, longing for my Beats to block it all out I Continued what felt like a walk of shame as a pasted my coach disappointment clear to see on his, he gave me a lite pat on the back as if to say “you’ll gett’em next time kid” in a moment where no words were needed.  

Class Group Story

Purple, green, yellow and orange gummy bears were falling down from the sky like hail in a viscous hail storm. I found my self dodging left then right then left again, I was jumping through the air and bending in every direction just to avoid getting hit! This was by far one the scariest days of my little mouse life. Finally I found refuge in an old sneaker forever lost in the lost-n-found.  After I allowed my heart to come down I poked my little furry head out the toe to see a squishy sandwich.

                As my heart jumped exuberantly as if I had found gold, I went to reach for the sandwich!  It was filled with colorful gummy bears, my mouth watered as I went out for it. Then suddenly, an eagle bigger than my body could ever get, swept down and grabbed the sandwich! What did I do to deserve such a horrible day?

                I was happy that the eagle picked the sandwich over little me.  My day was already going horribly, so I figured with my luck the eagle would come back for me.  I began to run frantically back home.  When I finally got back to the crack in the wall that I had been living in I smelled something funny.  I then realized it was mouse poison.  All the sudden a explosion of the smell burst into my face.  I was able to run out in time.  I couldn’t imagine a worse day!

But it just got worse… The cowboy who lived in the house I lived in came home from his job on the dude ranch. He always came home smelling of cow manure and sweat. It was disgusting!  He took off his boots and poured sand onto the floor and a bunch of it got into my home. I’m just a mouse, I thought, how am I supposed to sweep up all this sand? I grabbed my little mouse broom and began to sweep. It was taking forever to sweep it up. 

                I soon decided it was hopeless and left. With poison and sand in my little mouse home I figured it was better to search for somewhere new to live. I mean if a freakin’ sponge can live under the sea in a pineapple I should be able to find somewhere nice to call my home! I went out into the giant world of which I knew very little. I saw in the distance a beautiful poster with all the colors you could imagine and more! It was so gorgeous! On the poster it read “SPAIN”. I knew where I wanted to live.

revived senteces

 

“Congratulations, you have a new baby boy!” my child-development teacher said as she handed over the 10-pound bundle.

“Congratulations, you have a new baby boy!” my cheery child-development

teacher practically sang as she handed over the plush 10-pound bundle.

So I just roamed around wishing I could try on clothes, too. Then the baby started to cry this horrible imitation baby’s cry. It was so loud and terrible.

So I aimlessly roamed around wishing I could try on clothes, too. Then the baby started to cry almost screeching a horrible imitation baby’s cry. It was piercingly loud and unforgivably embarrassing.

I also had a diaper bag with diapers, a bottle, and an extra set of clothes hanging on my arm.

I also had a Lavender color diaper bag bulging with diapers, a bottle, and an extra set of clothes all draping over my arm like a pack mule.