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In English we had to write a parody of a Children’s story. We did it in small groups, but my group slacked on me and I basicly did it all. We parodied “Are You my Mother?” and changed it too “Are You my Father?”


In the New York City orphanage, there was a little boy named Tommy. Tommy had never met his father and his mother brought him to the orphanage when he was only one, three long years ago. He longed to meet his father. One gruesomely long day at the orphanage, when the rest of the kids were taking a nap, Tommy snuck out to find his father. He pictured his father as an adventurous man, so Tommy headed to the most exciting place he knew of, Central Park.
Once in the park Tommy decided to asking men if they were his father. He then saw a man in a striped shirt selling brightly colored balloons.
“Are you my father?” marveled Tommy.
“No, not I for I am a balloon man. I do not have any kids, we don’t need another balloon boy, now do we?
“No I guess not,” chuckled Tommy.
“I’m sorry I could not help you. Would you like a balloon to bring with you on your search?”
“No thank you,” said Tommy, and he kept on his journey to find his father.
Tommy was walking past the play ground when he saw a man curled up inside of a slide. He shook the man’s shoulder and asked the man, “Are you my father?”
The man woke up, startled, and replied, “No, I am not, for I am a homeless man that lives in the slide. I do not have a child, for I do not have a place to shelter one. Would you like to ride down the slide to cheer you up before you venture on?” Tommy declined and continued looking for his father.
Tommy was getting agitated. Finding his father wasn’t as easy of a task as he thought it would be. He walked by a business man eating a bag lunch and typing on a black laptop. Tommy went up to the man and asked, “Are you my father?”
“No not I for I am a business man on my lunch break. My kids are with their nanny,” The man continued, “but you can have some of my sandwich if you would like.”
“No thanks, you can enjoy the rest of your lunch, for I’m going to find my father and he will buy me a sandwich of my own.” Tommy assured the man, and went back on his search for his father.
After walking along a little longer Tommy saw a beautiful flower garden. “Maybe my father likes flowers.” So he ventured over to the garden.
Once at the garden Tommy laid his eyes on a man in a green uniform. “are you my father?”
“No not I,” confessed the gardener, “for I am park gardener, and I take care of the landscaping in the park, not little boys.”
“You’re flowers are beautiful, I hope my father has a beautiful garden like you.”
“Thank you, would you like a flower to bring with you on your journey?” asked the gardener.
“No, I’ll just get one from my father when I find him,” and Tommy continued on his journey to find his father. After walking for a short time a nice looking man approached Tommy.
“Are you my father?” Questioned Tommy.
“No, I’m not your father, but if you come with me to my van I can help you find him.”
“No thanks, I can find him on my own.” stated Tommy, but the man grabbed his arm, Tommy tried to brush the man’s arm off to no avail. “What are you doing? I need to find my father,” yelled Tommy.
“Why don’t you come get some candy with me if you don’t want me to help finding him?”
Tommy yelled at the top of his lungs, “Stranger Danger!” for he had learned about kidnappers before. The balloon man, the homeless man, the business man, and the park gardener all looked up at and started yelling at the man. Tommy tugged his arm away and ran away from the stranger.
He ran and ran, until he found himself in front of the orphanage. He then saw a mysterious man walking up the stairs, and into the building. Tommy ran up the stairs and opened the door. No one was in the hallway. He snuck back into the boy’s bed room and laid back down on his bed to wait for the rest of the boys to awake. Just a few minutes passed when Miss Claudia walked into the room and called for him to come into the hallway.
“What did I do?” whined Tommy, hoping she had not seen him returning from his failed journey.
“Why do you assume you did something? Well never mind, someone is here for you. I want you to go back and get your stuff and put it all in this suitcase.” Miss Claudia handed him a brand new plastic suitcase, and he went back in the room and gathered his few belongings he had gathered through the years.
Once he got everything folded neatly into the suitcase, he came back out to find Miss Claudia talking to a middle aged man. “I got my things Miss Claudia.”
“Thanks Tommy, this is Scott, he is here since he wants a nice little boy to be his son. I told him that you were very well behaved and longed for a father.” Explained Miss Claudia, “He wanted to see you right away. If you will agree to it, we can have him sign the papers and have you at his house in just a few hours.
Tommy looked at Scott, while he kneeled down. “I have a big garden with beautiful flowers and a swing set with a slide for you to play on whenever you want,” Scott cited.
“Can you make me a sandwiches for lunch?” asked Tommy
“Everyday if you want.”
Tommy looked at Miss Claudia, and said, “Will he be my father forever?”
Miss Claudia replied, “If you’re willing to be his son forever.”
“Of course!” Chided Tommy while grabbing Scott’s hand. “I can call you father, right?”
“Yes, you can call me father, dad, or Scott, what ever you feel comfortable with.” Scott counseled.
Miss Claudia brought the new father-son pair and Scott signed the adoption papers. All Tommy could do is smile. No long would he have to ask any one, “Are you my father?” because he now knew exactly who his father was.

I hope you liked it. I’m posting this from Aerobics while I”m supposed to be writing my finals paper. Oh well!
🙂

Hayley G. Hoover posted this yesterday and I couldn’t resist filling it out.
Sorry if it seams like a filler post. It kind of is. ):

1. What author do you own the most books by?
Mary Pope, the author of The Magic Tree House series, and for adult books it would be Jodi Picoult

2. What book do you own the most copies of?
I don’t own any double copies

3. Did it bother you that both those questions ended with prepositions?
No, I didn’t notice until you mentioned it.

4. What fictional character are you secretly in love with?
Cross from the book Prep

5. What book have you read the most times in your life (excluding picture books read to children; i.e., Goodnight Moon does not count)?
Prep, I’m sorry to say I don’t remember the author.

6. What was your favorite book when you were ten years old?
I don’t have much of a memory for that time frame.

7. What is the worst book you’ve read in the past year?
The only book I didn’t enjoy was A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

8. What is the best book you’ve read in the past year?
The Listeners

9. If you could force everyone you tagged to read one book, what would it be?
The Listeners. It has some amazing theories

10. What book would you most like to see made into a movie?
The Egypt Game, mostly because since it is such a young age range it would be hard to ruin it.

11. What book would you least like to see made into a movie?
The Listeners. I know that the screen would just destroy it.

12. Describe your weirdest dream involving a writer, book, or literary character.
I only have 1 dream I remember involving any and it would be when I had lunch with Jody Picoult

13. What is the most lowbrow book you’ve read as an adult?
The Wish probably (well I’m not an adult yet)

14. What is the most difficult book you’ve ever read?
I probably struggled with Inkheart the most, but I also read it in fourth grade.

15. What is the most obscure Shakespeare play you’ve seen?
I have not seen any live.

16. Do you prefer the French or the Russians?
I don’t know enough to have a preferance

17. Roth or Updike?
I’ve never read either

18. David Sedaris or Dave Eggers?
I’ve never read either

19. Shakespeare, Milton, or Chaucer?
Shakespeare is the only one I’ve read.

20. Austen or Eliot?
I’ve never read either. I feel so naive

21. What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?
I haven’t read many classics other than what was required in school.

22. What is your favorite novel?
It really does change year by year. My Sister’s Keeper is still quite up there

23. Play?
I really haven’t seen enough to make an educated decision. But my favorite one I’ve performed in was Cats!

24. Poem?
William Shakespeare’s 84th sonnet

25. Essay?
I have really not read any.

26. Work of nonfiction?
The Biography I read on Anne Frank a few years back was very good.

27. Who is your favorite writer?
I don’t really have a favorite right now.

28. Who is the most overrated writer alive today?
Stephanie Meyer

29. What is your desert island book?
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

30. And… what are you reading right now?
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

Commenter of the day:
Marissa, her favorite school supply is her awesome lime green alien pencil case.

Question of the day:
Pick any question from above and answer i freely 🙂

-The road to success is always underconstruction.

Today I babysat my two neighbor kids for the first time. It’s the first time I’ve watched a girl under the age of 10. I love little girls! (not in that way, I’m no lesbian pedo) The first hour not a word was said since they had both just woken up from a nap and they where both very shy. Then we ate and went outside and they warmed up to me.

I can’t wait to grow up and to have my first baby girl. To carry her around on my hip and brush her long hair out of her face. To hear the words “I love you Mommy!” Yes I know it is possible that I could only have boys even after trying 4 times, which is a depressing fact. Not saying I don’t love boys! (I’M NOT A STRAIGHT PEDO EITHER FOOLS!) But girls and boys are different, you have to admit it. I’m used to babysitting boys seeing I have babysat 2 boys weekly at the least for the last 3 years. I would love to have some boys, but I want at least one girl. I want a girl with thin blonde hair. I guess that means I’m adopting or being picky when it comes to picking there dad, seeing I have thick brunette hair.

 I would love to be a stay at home mom. At least until my last child is 4. I also want to be in the working field. My dream job at the moment is a Political Science college Professor. I couldn’t imagine leaving that from the birth of my first child until my last child turns 4. I also want to give my children at least 1 year to be a baby and be the baby, and then the nine months of pregnancy. Right now I am really stuck on wanting 4 children. I’ve never really chosen a certain number. I’ve just always known I want more than 1 and less then 7. If I had 4 children I would want 3 boys and 1 girl. The girl last. She’d be my last hope at a girl since I’d promise my husband only 4 children. When I go in for the ultra sound I don’t ask about the gender, I don’t want to be disappointed. I go into labor and it’s a girl. I’m crying and holding her blood filled body and listening to her beautiful cry. I name her Adela Beatrice. Her 3 older brothers love her and would do anything to protect her. When she goes to school on her first day of kindergarten and some 1st grade decides to pick on her, her brothers scare him off and help her to her classroom.

Wow, that really had no plan there. I just was thinking about my future and it turned into a little story. Now don’t take me wrong, I would be fine if I had 7 boys and only 3 months of maternity leave for each one. I’d also be perfectly happy with 1 girl. I’m not picky, but if I could choose my fate, that would be it.

 -The road to success is always under construction

p.s. QUESTION OF THE DAY:
What is your dream number of kids/order/gender?
p.p.s. Adela Beatrice is what I named my egg baby in 8th grade. I’m still in love with the name.

Remember way back when? When i started a story? Well I’m in a writing mood so it is now continued. If you haven’t read the first part please go and read it! Thanks

          “Good Afternoon Mr. Henderson!”
          That must be the nurse again. I open my eyes just fine, then try and sit up. Ahhh, oh yeah I, well I, I think a little bit then remember that I don’t know what happened. “Mom?”
        “She just took a little break, she should be back soon. Your dad is in the chair sleeping,” The chipper nurse says, “are you ready for your dinner?”
       I turn my head enough to see dad. His leg is twitching like it does when he is nervous. I ignore the nurse’s question and ask questions of my own, “How long have I been here? What happened to me?” Talking still isn’t all that easy, I have enough breath to get one more question out, “Why is dad nervous?”  I’m now trying to catch my breath.
          “Calm down now Mr. Henderson, I’ll awnser all those questions after you…” 
           I give her a glare when she calls me Mr. Henderson. “My Name is Jerald.”
         “Okay Jerald, how about some apple sauce?” The nurse replys, without missing a beat.
         “Answer my questions first!” I attempt to make myself sound serious, but I can’t get enough energy to do that.
         “Okay Jerald, You have been here for, oh look it’s already been 2 days. Your getting better each hour, the time has just flown by!” I’m getting a little sick of all this peppy chearleader nurse,”You slipped at the dance, and the ambulance brought you to the ER, and then you where brought here. For the last question, what parent wouldn’t be nervous when there child is hurt?”
            “If I just fell, why am I in such bad shape?” I’m exhausted, I try to not let the nurse see that.
            The nurse looks around a little bit, is she, nervous? Why would she be nervous? “That’s enough questions for now Jerald! For now, eat some apple sauce!”
             “I think I’m tired, I’m going to go back to sleep,” Why won’t she tell me more?
            “Could you please just eat some apple sauce? If not for me, for your mom and dad?” She doesn’t sound as chipper now.
             “I’m not stupid, I know I have a feeding tube in, just feed me through there, I’m going to go to sleep.
            “Oh Mr Jeffery,” She says in her chipper voice again. As I start to drift off I can hear her hum a little tune. It reminds me of when my mom used to hum to me before I started school.

That seams like a perfect place to stop. I don’t want to, but i don’t want to start a new segment. Maybe more tomarrow? Who knows.

P.S. Added a novel categorie!

I feel like doing an amazing blog. But I don’t feel like typing. I feel like drawing with words. I think I will write a story. I don’t know how my readers feel about that, but seeing I don’t have many yet I’ll take advantage of it and write.

She was wearing a hot pink dress. Her bleach blonde hair was in loose curls framing her face. She was talking to a small group of friends, I’m pretty sure they where checking out some boy. Not me, no not me, they’d never look at me. Her laugh is so light and beautiful. Oh no, I think she sees me. Hide, hide, but where? I take my retreat to the punch bowl. The floors are wet from the humidity. Oh no! She is heading towards the punch bowl! I can’t chance having to talk to her! I’d just stumble over my words. I quickly spun around and headed towards the boys bathroom. I can hear my heart pounding. Is she watching me? I can’t look back. I started to run.

I take in a deep sharp breath. “Ahh” It hurts why does my breathing hurt?

“Doctor Doctor! I think he’s awake”

“ma” thats all I can get out, I wince at the pain.

“Everything will be fine hunny,” my mom says. WHATS WRONG? What happened at the dance? Did she see me fall? Did I even fall? Oh no she probly thinks I’m such a clutz. I can hear soft footsteps walk in

“Can we talk to you Mrs. Henderson?” I hear a male’s voice say

“I think he’s awake,” mom says.

“I’ll send a nurse in, but I need to talk to you and your husband now” I can hear her wimper, and the rustle of the chair as dad gets up. I hear him touch his lips to her cheek, and picture him holding her in his large hands like he does. I hear them walk out and a set of soft foot prints come in.

“How are you today Mr. Henderson?” I hear a high soft voice ask.

“ahh…” I try and open my eyes and sit up, i feel a warm welcoming hand help me back down.

“It will be a little while until you can do that,” The soft voice says. It must be a nurse I think. WAIT?!? Why will it be awhile until I can do that? What happened? Is somthing wrong? Why did the doctor need to talk to my parents? Ah my head hurts! I hear the nurse write somthing on some paper as I drift off to sleep.

Thats all you get for now. I have a few Ideas of where this will/could go. Do you want me to continue? maybe I’ll write a novel on here add a chapter each week? That probly wouldn’t be a full chapter. Maybe a prologue? Tell me what you think in the comments!

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