Thursday, August 28, 2008

Rat Poison, Milk, and a Chicken

Isn't cleaning out your desk drawer fun?! This is something I found that I had written a few years back. Tell me what you think!

Opera nom. 4
On a unclouded day a cheerful chicken farmer set out to butcher a plump hen for dinner. After swinging it around he sets it on the chopping block, but looking at its black expressionless eyes the chicken farmer’s heart gave a little plea for the pore hen’s existence. Before he knew it he hid her away, but avoiding his wife for she already had a stew on, and was waiting for the tender meat of the freshly decapitated hen.
But all too soon the chicken farmer’s wife found out, and soon located the concealed hen. Within moments the hen’s head was severed from its body and was in the stew.
Seeds of resentment grew in the no longer cheerful chicken farmer, and was not before long on his was to town to purchase rat poison to put in the milk bowl of his wive’s favorite cat, in retaliation off the hens demise.
Early the next morning before his wife was awake the seething chicken farmer went down into the kitchen and put the rat poison into the jug of milk. Knowing that his wife would give the fresh milk to the cat and yesterdays left over milk to him like always. Then the giddy with pleasure chicken farmer went out to feed the animals.
Later that morning his wife feeling regretful over killing the hen, and not regarding her husband’s desire to spare the hens life, decided to make his favorite breakfast, cinnamon rolls with fresh homemade icing.
Poring the milk into the powdered sugar to make the icing while the rolls baked, the wife called her husband through the window to come in and get washed up for breakfast.
When the giddy chicken farmer came into the house and smelt the freshly baked rolls he immediately felt bad over the even thought of killing his wife’s cat. He went into the kitchen to throw out the milk, and to apologize to his wife. But before he had a opportunity, the aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls overwhelmed him and he sat down at the table and began to eat. Warm icing dribbled down his face and the fresh rolls almost melted in his mouth. But suddenly the farmer fell over and was no longer. Later investigation found rat poison in the icing off cinnamon rolls, and his wife was sent to prison for the homicide of her husband.
After a 15 year sentence, and parole for good behavior, the chicken farmers wife went home. Seeing her husbands old coat hanging in the door went crazy. The next day she went to town and bought a new chick at the market to replace the one she had killed 15 years ago.
Years went buy and the chicken grew up and then died. But the death was to much for her to handle and the chicken farmer and his wife now lay together in peace.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

A Calm Sunday Evening

(sorry I don't have any pictures we didn't bring any cameras)
Elaborated version of our evening.
We embarked on our voyage at 15:30 hours Sunday down the Flathead River with the Vestals, in our canoes. Nearly being drowned by Navy ships, and huge yachts, we cunningly avoided all the wakes by our expert knowledge of canoeing while starting out in the river. Having the men in one boat, and the women in the other, meant that, of coarse, we were far ahead. Around the remains of the bridge Hannah suddenly shouts "Look! My paddle just fell into the water and is sinking fast!", Having the fast reflexes I do, I dove into the ridged water to save the quickly sinking paddle! Swimming fast down into the deep, cold water I snatched it and brought it to the surface were there were great shouts off joy and they quickly helped me back into the canoe with many thanks and a warm towel.
After long, exhausting, hours of canoeing in rough water, we found this strange uncharted island in the middle of the river! While resting there to gain back our strength, the wind suddenly picked up, and we had to quickly scramble to the canoes before the island became overcome by the rising tides! Escaping that island we soon came to another, where we dragged the canoe over a vast field of rocks. When suddenly my mom fell into a deep pit filled with water! Grabbing ropes we saved her just in time, and were soon back on are way.
"The wind is picking up, and it looks like their might be a storm coming!" Shouts Mrs. Vestal, almost undecipherable over the strong winds, "We should head inland ". All agreeing we see a large forested island were it seemed would be a great place to take shelter and rest our aching arms. But on the way a rough 30 foot wave almost overcame us, but again our expert canoe skills saved us and we made it safely to shore. Staying a while we left, but were not far out when suddenly the men's canoe flipped over and sent them all flailing in the water! Thankfully all was well, and we soon we abroad again.
This is where it got fun. When we got to the bridge they had a rope swing hanging off a dangerously rugged bridge into the water, while boats were passing at incredible rates! Swinging over the boats into the water and swimming back under them was SO FUN!!! But too soon it was time to head home. And we all came home better people. We heroically went home.
The End
Truthful version of our canoe trip.
At about 3:30 we set off up the Flathead River, the men in one canoe, and the women in the other. There were a lot of boaters that weren't too considerate of the wake zone which was kinda annoying, but we survived. Hannah's paddle came apart in the middle and was slowly sinking so stupidly I jumped into the water to save it, nearly tipping over the canoe. They wouldn't let me get back in the canoe and made me swim in the cold water to the old bridge.
We came to this really neat submerged island where we played for a while, getting back in the canoe my mom slipped, but all was well.
The wind was making little waves and we almost tipped over a few times but didn't. Leaving a island though the men did tip over (we laughed) and then we helped then get the water out off the canoe, and find Christians missing goggles.
About 7:30 we came to the bridge and found a rope swing. Besides waiting for a few boats to pass we had a great time swinging into the water. Soon we had to leave so we sadly left the rope swing.
The Truthful End

Friday, August 22, 2008

I'm an old Cowhand

Well here it is, the movie you all have been waiting for all your lives. We made this today hope you enjoy!

"Great Scots!" A photo shoot!

Hannah and I were having a great time doing a photo shoot yesterday.


Sorry it's been so long since I last posted. I'll try to catch you up on what I've been doing for the last month. On August 2-9 the Takahashi family from San Diego CA came. Playing volleyball with the Underhills, Vestals, Takahashis, and Comstocks. The Takahashis treated us all to the maze, which is so fun!Sam, Barb, Nick and Anna Takahashi.Hannah, Me (Megan), and Anna at Wayfarers. Us girls playing Apples to Apples.

Of coarse Nick(being a brown belt with a black stripe in taekwondo, whatever that means) and Mitch, beat each other up with foam covered pvc pipes, FOR FUN!!!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Camping trip

Here are photos from our camping trip.