Why Change?

              

Why Change?

    Susan the crow was contentedly flying on the north side of the C.A.R. (Central African Republic) kingdom. She made her way over the gloriously beautiful garden which belonged to the king. “Oh what a joyfully glorious morning!” assumed Susan in a state of revere. Abruptly torn from her thoughts she discovered vibrant colors dancing through the king’s garden. “Peacocks!” chortled Susan.

 She flew over the garden every week, but she never saw anything like this! “Maybe I can pretend to be one of those birds and join the party!” jubilantly exclaimed Susan. Hopelessly she quickly glanced over her shoulder only to examine that her feathers would never make the cut. The peacocks would detect that she was not one of their kind.

She suddenly received the notion of pasting old peacock feathers to her plain rear feathers. Susan thought this was a sharply thought out plan. Unfortunately she didn't see that it was a hilariously dumb idea.

     Gleefully she swooped down to the palace garden and started to retrieve as many shed feathers as her miniscule wings could carry. ”Oh, I am so clever!” dreamily snickered Susan. She then sloppily slapped on the stolen feathers. Any other birds looking at her would think she was cray-cray.

   Nonchalantly she strutted into the garden wearing her stolen feathers. At once the music stopped and all the peacocks gawked at her, rudely stared and some even impolitely shouted very hurtful names. Such as (and I quote) “Imposter!” and “Go back home!”  They speedily crowded around the frightened crow and pecked at her. 

All the stolen feathers and quite a few real feathers were successfully ripped off. Susan rapidly burst out of the circle, flew away, and was never heard from again. MORAL, be you and don't change for anyone.

Uncle Odd

                 Uncle Odd By Hannah Walker

You know how everyone has that odd uncle that’s not really related to you, but comes every Thanksgiving? Well this story is dedicated to that odd Uncle Bob. Or Steve. Possibly Larry. Maybe even Donald! Okay so it all started when Alissa Shnorenborghy decided to have a huge Christmas shindig when it suddenly hit her! She gave everyone she knew an invitation except her 4^th Uncle 6 times removed!! She had hoped the blabber mouth of the family (who would like to remain anonymous) wouldn’t blab the party to Uncle Odd but to her dismay Blabber mouth did and sure enough, Oddy called and asked why his invitation wasn't received. She of course had to create a tiny white lie which went like this: “Um I… see….and then I…. because….she didn’t…the inva…..but…YOU'RE INVITED!!!!!”  She lied. Which by the way, her ceiling would regret her saying that. It turns out Her Odd Uncle loves high places, like ceilings and chandeliers.

She set up everything for an absolutely perfect Christmas party, when unexpectedly the doorbell rang LOUDLY! She frantically raced towards the door and peered out the peep hole. She was shocked to see her 4^th Uncle 6 times removed!! She was also baffled because her party wasn’t until another week!!  She nervously opened her door “Umm are you my uncle...” she guessed, but before she could finish He seized her hand and shook it wildly “Well howdy doo sweetie!!!!” he screamed “I haven’t seen you since you were knee high to a grasshopper!!”  Alissa was very surprised and let her jaw drop so low a fly buzzed in and out without her noticing!  While she was in shock mode Uncle Odd waltzed right by and rudely nagged “It’s rude to let your jaw drop peach!” She obeyed and shut her mouth, while thinking about how her Christmas party decorations where probably going to be ruined.

Uncle What’s-his-name mysteriously sauntered around her amazingly immaculate house and nonchalantly robbed her of stray pennies and dollars.  Unfortunately she didn’t notice this robbery until 5 days later. He made his way to her bedroom and pitched all of her valuables out a near-by window, and started replacing her stuff with his junk!!! Alissa was so bamboozled she froze right where she was standing! She sadly retreated to her massive library and read a book on patience. She studied and studied until her eyes popped out (not really)!!! Then fretfully an earsplitting noise jammed the room! Alissa lowered her book and looked horror-filled as her crazy uncle waved, sprang to her million dollar chandelier and swung back and forth, to and fro until he got sick and turned a very pale aqua marine color. Alissa sprang from her chair and sprinted to the nearest phone to call 911! The V.F.D.(Voluntary Fire Department)burst through her beige walls which as a result started a chain reaction that tore down her expensive library. The enforcements removed Uncle Weird from the premises and gave Alisa a check for all the damage and a restraining order to keep Uncle Quack-a –doodle away from her, her house, and anything that belonged to her at a 10 mile radius.   

                                                              THE END!!!

Who will bravely bell the bitter Cat

Who will bravely bell the bitter Cat       By Hannah Walker

About 20 years ago, a nasty group of mice hastily sauntered into an amazingly gigantic mansion. Two joyfully retired zebra trainers lived there and their names were Nelson and Jesse. This happily married couple had a HUGE Kitchen with the most gloriously wonderfully tasting foods that came from all over the world. Late at night the mice would stealthily but eagerly sneak into this massive kitchen, nonchalantly rob it of its fruits, meats, and certain delectable dairy products (cheese), and proudly march two by two back to their mouse condo under the floorboards of the couple’s house.

 Frankly this trick confused the couple and one fateful morning they formed a huddle. “What are we going to do?”  Wailed Jesse.  “I got it, we shall purchase a fur ball!” cried Nelson. The smug couple pleasingly did just that. Punctually, the mouse family went out to steal the valuable treats only to discover an enormous feline smack dab in the middle of their path! The cat awoke to detect the new playmates and eagerly pounced on the 9^th mouse. This amazingly continued on for days and days until there were only 4 swiftly moving brave mice left.

          

  Right before the routine robbery the mice had an insanely bright discussion. “We need a plan!” decided the 3^rd mouse. “Like what!?” disagreed the 2^nd mouse. “I got it!” unexpectedly exclaimed the 4^th mouse,”  “We can tie a jingle bell to the violent mouser!” snobbishly stated the 4^th mouse. “Perfect idea now who will do it?” wisely countered the brightest and wisest mouse.  Embarrassed and ashamed all the mice spoke no more.     

UPDATED Reading List 2015 and REVIEWS!!!! #FanGirling

Okay so now I have updated my reading list!!

• The Hunger Games-Suzanne Collins
• Divergent-Veronica Roth
• The Uglies -Devin Grayson, Scott Westerfeld, and Steven Cummings
• The Fault in Our Stars-John Green
• Under the Never Sky-Veronica Rossi
• Shatter Me-Tahereh Mafi
• The Selection-Kiera Cass
• Legend-Marie Lu
• A ring of endless light-Madeleine L'Engle
• Paper Towns-John Green
• The Mortal Instruments-Cassandra Clare
• A Series of Unfortunate Events- Lemony Snicket
• Dust Land Chronicles-Moira Young 
• Leviathan- Scott Westerfeld
• The Maze Runner-James Dashner
• The Infernal Devices-Cassandra Clare
• Twilight-Stephenie Meyer
• I am Malala- Malala Yousafzai
• Gone-Michael Grant
• Looking For Alaska-John Green
• The Lightning Thief- Rick Riordan
• The Book Thief-Markus Zusak
• If I Stay-Gayle Forman

Reviews 

Honestly, I'm still in tears from The Clockwork Princess, but NO SPOILERS

    I thought that Twilight was, terrible, Edward and Bella do not have a healthy relationship

    

I am Malala, geez, where do I start!!???   It was a beautiful story about standing up for what's right, no matter what the cost are. Like is said, Beautiful.

I'm not done with Gone, yet, so uh, yeah...

Looking for Alaska,was yet another masterpiece by John Green, and yet again, I cried at the end.

The Lightning Thief, is something that I had been meaning to read, and just put off,

I really wish I didn't.

The Book Thief, is an underrated classic. Jeeez why don't people talk about this book like they talk about Harry Potter?

If I Stay, was an amazing book! One of my favorites, a definite read. 

K.K. So thanks sooooo much for reading!

I'm expecting a HUGE book haul soon, so, hopefully by the end of September I'll have some pretty awesome books!   #Fangirling

Maybe, I'll make a vid!!! ;{P    

~Toodles :)

For so on and so forth

   For so on and so forth By Hannah Walker

It all started with a party. All the Grasshoppers where having an insanely loud gathering. “I hope the ants don’t crash the party again!” murmured Steve the Grasshopper. “Knock Knock” someone pounded at door. “Hello?” answered Craig.  “You guys really need to start gathering food for the winter!” nagged Chrissy the ant. “Yah Yah yadda yadda yadda, we know we know!” quibbled Craig. “Okay you guys make fun of us now, but when we’re having a massive Thanksgiving Feast and you guys are fighting over a nut don’t come begging for food!” countered Chrissy  “You wish!” objected Craig  Now at this point I feel like I should intrude and tell you that this is one of the key points in the story. Right now the Ants and the Grasshoppers are fighting over who is right. You probably know that the Ants are right about storing food for the winter, but on the other hand you want to take the Grasshopper’s side and PARTY!!!!! So to get back to the wildly written story lets visit the Ants fort.

“Heave ho!” the Ants were working hard preparing for the brutally harsh winter. “Three party invitations!” miffed Jenny the Ant. “What!” exclaimed Chrissy the Ant. “Chrissy! Throw these away!” seethed Jenny “okay, so does that mean that we won’t go to the party?” hopefully jabbered Chrissy. “Of course it means we won’t go to the party!”  Strictly Barked Jenny. “We have a lot of food to store before we can even think of partying!” “Of course.” bitterly Groaned Chrissy. So Chrissy tore the letter into tiny itsy bitsy pieces (which is very hard for an ant since they don’t have thumbs!).So the winter came and incredibly it broke all the forest records! As the wise ants undeniably predicted it was very cold and almost impossible to find food! The ants had so much food they cockishly started making up silly holidays such as… Feast Day, Make-you-fat day, and break-your diet-day!  They were right in the middle of a new holiday called, I’m fat and I know it day and reading Matthew 25; 40=Whatever you did for one of my brothers or sisters, No matter how unimportant [they seemed],You did for Me.

 Suddenly there was a pleadingly loud pounding at the door. This was significantly made out of acorns and tree bark which was cleverly held together with grass and maple sap. ”Happy I’m fat and I… OH it’s you!” Stammered Chrissy the ant. “Um... We heard you guys were having a 15^th Thanksgiving or something and were wondering if you guys would give us some of your leftovers?” beseeched Craig the Grasshopper. “Uhhh… let me check with Jenny.” Replied Chrissy. “Jenny!” screamed Chrissy. “What’s up… oh? It’s Craig the carelessly rudely acting Grasshopper! Scornfully joked Jenny. “Hi Jenny! Would you lovely ants spare some food for us Grasshoppers?” tensely trembled Craig. “Do you REALLY think that after all the invitations and hurtful teasing that I will REALLY give you food?!” Angrily roared Jenny. “Well I hopefully presumed…” “It’s okay!” giggled Jenny. “Really!” lilted Craig. “Of course we may be strict but that doesn’t mean we’re heartless!” Laughed Jenny. She was right, the ants who in fact were strict were NOT heartless! So to wrap things up the ants and the grasshoppers had the best I’m- fat- and- I –know- it feast. The Grasshoppers triumphantly defeated their I’m-late-and-I-know-it problem!  The next summer the ants AND the grasshoppers worked and neither of them went hungry that winter or the one after that and the one after that and so on and so forth. 

Order Out

                           Order Out

 “Vow!” all zose neat treats are for me!?” hungrily exclaimed Hans.*  He peered through his blond eyelashes to discover his mother Isa Glottonburgy* happily staring down at him.    

          

*Hans- Large Boy,Brown Hair, 9 years old, German,Neverfull, Eats everything, Lives in Germany 

    Relations- Mother: Isa Glottonburgy      Father: Kristoff Glottonburgy DEAD 

His mother Isa was the Great Great Great Granddaughter of the old witch person that lived in the Gingerbread house. So it’s no surprise that he was a little umm… Huskey. Now I know that you're wondering “destructively? Did he eat a bridge!?” And yes and no at the same time.  To be Accurate he ironically ate a dam.  This is quite funny according to the story. And I think we should get back to the story. So um… where did we leave off? Oh yes “Vow!” all zose neat treats are for me!?” hungrily asked Hans. His mother had made an amazingly gigantic meal. It was thanksgiving but the children still had to go to school “Vhy yes vecause my witlle Hansy Wansy Poo deserves them!” replied Isa Hans’ Mother.  “Vut no treats until after school vunderstand?” strictly but softly admonished Isa. “Vat! OH I mean okay. ” Loudly screamed Hans. “Now git!” jokingly insisted Isa. Hans joyfully skipped to school (which was very hard considering how umm… Round he was). One of the dikes near the school was very old and was starting to crumble.

 It was cracking and had lots of patches where various people had to fix the dike to make sure the town didn’t flood. But to Hans’ misfortune some young lad who would like to remain anonymous was playing with a ball the night before. He bounced the ball surprisingly to the exact spot where the oldest patch was and without him knowing it the ball hit the patch and it started to peel off.  At exactly 8:26 a.m.  The patch slowly made its way to the ground. Right at that time Hans’ ambled toward the exact spot where the patch fell off. “Vow! A free piece of chew chew gum!” merrily chortled Hans. He was about to gobble up the gum when he realized that it was NOT gum but a piece of tar. Now Hans isn’t the sharpest pencil in the drawer but wasn't stupid either. He then realized that if he didn’t stop the hole he would die and if he died then he would not be able to eat the ‘neat treats’.   It had not slightly occurred to his miniscule mind capacity that the whole town would be flooded and die too.  So he reached into his pocket and pulled out a stick of butter that he was saving for lunch.

Honestly I don't understand how he did it but he rubbed his butter stick onto his finger and hastily shoved it into the growing hole. He helplessly waited and waited for someone to come and bring him some food instead of helping him repair the hole or even advice on portion control. He was pitiably bored and as if it couldn't get worse it started to snow. And since he was right next to the dike the ice from the water blew over the dike and onto poor helpless Hans. Right when he was about to give up hoping that the water was frozen enough to hold up in time for home to bolt home get three hamburgers and sprint back.  Then out of the blue a random homeless guy named Joel appeared and happened to have a patch kit with him.  Then suddenly the whole population of Holland dashed to the spot Hans was.  They crowded around him and celebrated his bravery. “HIP HIP HOORAY!!”  Hans was VERY grateful and jolted home only to find all the food was gone and a pile of chicken bones all over the place. “OH! Honey is vat you?” worriedly asked Isa. “Vwat happened!?” hysterically shrieked Hans. Isa explained “vell I started to taste test all the food and it kept escalating from there! I’m sorry Hans but we can always order out.”   

MLP wars

So this morning me and my sister had an argument about who is the best pony on My Little Pony. Things got a little bad.....  

Afterwords, my mom wanted to send my Dad a text, telling him what happened. 

    Here's how it went.

HEy, still there?

If not, my sister wanted to tell you that she broke the pinkie pie teasing rule, by taking my favorite pony-pinkie pie- and throwing her on the ground and stomping on her and rubbing her against the porch.

At the end of this, I threw her favorite pony-Twilight Sparkle- in a bush.

She cried and then found the pony, and I pulled her out of the POISON IVY

~The End

of my version

Chuckie.

Okay, so, like when people ask me why I hate the doctors, it's not because of shots, it's because of a, some what scaring memory.
                                                             IMPORTANT
 When I was 5 I had a Strawberry Shortcake doll, but I played with alot so the red hair turned to a red-ish orange and it was starting to turn to an olive colour. 

So me and my mom go to the doctors for an annual check up. It was a-surprisingly cliche'-stormy night so the power was kinda in-and-out.  We check in and wait in our room for the nurse. Nothing wrong yet right?  Anyway, I sat in the chair for a while then put my (Creepy) Strawberry Shortcake doll in  the examining chair. Then the lights flicker off and the nurse comes in. It was Cindy (She usually watched scary movies at night, in this case, Chuckie).

 The room lights slowly. She stops,Her eyes widen so much I thought they were gonna pop out, Screams "AHHHH IT'S CHUCKIE!!!", Drops her tray, and runs out of the room.

After about 10 minutes of listening to muffled cries & talking, she comes back in, apologies and stick a harpoon in my arm.

1. Okay, so it wasn't a harpoon, 
2. They were taking blood. 
3.  It hurt.

After the blood sucking, she gave me a lolly, and sent us on our way.     

I threw out the doll that night. 

But the strange thing is that my sister (who wasn't alive during that creepy night) came in my room about a week ago, showed me a dirty Strawberry Shortcake doll and said,

" She missed you."

My Birrrrrttthhdaaaayyy!!!!!!

Hello all you people!!! Tomorrow is a VERY SPECIAL DAY!!!

   In case you're wondering, it's the DAY THAT MARKS MY EXISTENCE!!!!!

Otherwise know as My Birthday!!!! :)


Thanks for all the Birthday Wishes!!

And Thank YOU, yeah you,

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!! 

LUV UZS XP 

~Hannah  #TheBirthdayGirl