Eileen`s Wish

Well I haven't been on here in a long while. But I'll see if I can post here semi-regularly.

I just wrote a short story. Here it is.

Reading a book is great. Reading a book with adventure in it is greater. But do you know what's the greatest? Being in your own adventure. 

That's what Eileen was thinking while she was reading her most favorite book for the millionth time. She had most of it memorized, and she always recited it to the kids she babysat. And she loved to write stories about going on adventures, too. Jumping through portals that took you to different worlds, going o quests to save the world from monsters. 

She was about halfway through her book, when she heard a strange sound. 
*VWROP VWROP VWROP* 
Eileen knew immediately what it was. She jumped up from her chair in her reading corner and flew outside, just as the blue box that had just materialized in her backyard, opened its door. 

A man stepped out of the box and was slightly surprised that Eileen was almost directly in front of him. But he soon grinned and said,
"Hello! I'm The Doctor!"
"I know." She let out,barely believing that this was actually happening. 
"You do? Oh well, I heard you want to go on an adventure. I'm on my way to one right now, would you like to come with me?" He held out his hand. 

Without question, or hesitation, She grabbed onto his hand, "Love to!" 
The Doctor smiled again and pulled her into his blue box. 
It made the noise again. 
*VWROP VWROP VWROP* 
And just like that, we were off...on an adventure.  



(Hope you liked it. It was put together quickly so there may be some grammar mistakes.)

Rugs Bunny Pilot

This is Rugs Bunny. Never mind his  left foot, he dropped his baseball bat on it while I was drawing him.

So this is what watching horror movies since I was like 5 years old has done to me.  This story is about Rugs Bunny (Bugs Bunny's evil twin brother) a homicidal Puca.





Rugs Bunny scrubbed furiously at frying pan, “Eggs are always the hardest to wash.” He grumbled. “Why can't they rinse the stinkin' pan?!”

Phil Tippon stepped into the kitchen.
“Oh, when you're done with that, you can start on the living room. I don't have all day, there's a party I'm hosting tonight.”

Rugs stopped scrubbing the pan. His right eye twitched as he carefully dried his hands on a towel. “You know what really bothers me?” His voice went up an octave. “People who don't say 'please'” He pulled a wooden baseball bat out from behind his back.
Phil Tippon's jaw dropped, he tried to step back away, but tripped on a step that led into the living room. He fell on his back.

“I work for you. I do everything you ask, but never do you say 'please,' ever! All I want is a little RESPECT!” His voice sounded like a cat getting a bath. Rugs raised the bat.

“No, no, please!” Phil said.

“That's a start” Rugs hit Phil in the side of the head, then positioned the bat for another blow.

Phil curled up in a ball and covered his face, “No, not again. Please, no Please!” And with one last blow, Phil was dead.

Rugs got out a towel and started rubbing the blood spatter off the fur on his face, then off his bat. “Do I really have to work that hard to get a 'please' out of some people?” He dematerialized then appeared inside a castle-like mansion.

“Mew.” A silky black cat greeted Rugs.

“Good afternoon, Lucky.” Lucky jumped into Rugs' arms then climbed and perched on his shoulder. She purred loudly. Rugs hung the blood-stained baseball bat on the hallway wall, along with several other bloody bats.

“Since everybody is so conscience of the environment, I could mention that every time I bash in someone's head, I have to make a new bat. Maybe they'd be nicer to me.”

“Meow.”

“Do you, really think, so?”

They were, now, in the kitchen. Lucky jumped from Rugs' shoulder, to the counter, next to the sink. Rugs turned on the faucet and attempted to scrub the blood out of his fur.

“Gah! Do you know how hard it is to wash blood out of fur?!”

Lucky blinked blankly at him. She licked her paw.

“No, I've already tried that before. It didn't work.” He turned the water off, “What should we have for dinner?”

Lucky leaped off of the counter, ran out of the kitchen, then after a moment, ran back in, carrying two mice by the tail. She dropped them at her master's feet.

“How about we go to the Johnson's farm and catch a chicken, too?”

Lucky licked her lips and stared wide-eyed at her master as if to tell him she agreed.

“Okay, lets go.” Rugs followed Lucky to the door. She stretched up onto the door, as high as she could reach, and scratched impatiently at it. Rugs opened the door, then the started towards the Johnson's farm.

Our Family Pets

So, at my house we have a cat and a dog. I went through at least two names for my cat. First it was Dusty, I think...then it was Zelda Dawn (Zelda from the video game, and Dawn after Buffy's sister). But then I settled on Ninja...because she is literally a ninja. One minute you're thinking, "Hmmm, where's Ninja I don't see her anywhere." then all of a sudden there she is! I think she likes the element of surprise...unless the element of surprise is used on her, then I don't think she likes it. :)


I guess you're wondering how we got her. Well, in July 2009, our dog Jack found her in the tire well of our Suburban,one night. After a little research, my mom decided Ninja was about 2 months old.

At first, Ninja was scared of us. If we tried to pick her up, she would hiss and spit at us. But after a while, she began too tolerate our company. She doesn't like being held or cuddled, though. :(

She loves it outdoors, in the summer. She can be outside from 9am till 6 or 7pm. By evening, we have to go outside and get her. I'm sure she would stay outside the rest of her life, if we let her. We have owls in our area. They have been known for eating or attacking cats. And she's really small(6lbs.),so we bring her in before dark.         


  Our Jack Russell Terrier, Jack, is simply...awesome.

My dad describes Jack as a "little boy in a dog suit." It's true, Jack has the brain of a 2 year old. He is so smart. For example, he knew the word, "walk," then he learned what "w-a-l-k" meant. Now we use "stroll" or "excursion." He hasn't learned those words...yet.

We've lost count how many tricks he can do. No, he doesn't get the newspaper for us. One, we don't get the morning paper. Two, Jack doesn't like getting anything for any member of the family (esp. me), and three, if he did get the paper for us, he'd get distracted chasing the mailman.

          

Preserving What?

I went to a nature preserve the other day with my mom, and I took some pictures. I've recently became interested in taking artistic pictures,and have been passively begging my mom and dad for a cooler camera than the one we have...but I decided to settle for a cockatiel.
I'm not quite sure about what these plants are so I'm just making it up as I go.
So here are some pictures that I took:

This one's name is Poofy. She's addicted to sugar,so she's always has a jazzed appearance.

This is Mr. Turtle, he likes to eat zombie fingers.

This is Sam. He was adopted by tomatoes, and is surprised to learn he's going to "Stay this color".

Look! I found a batch of tribbles! Our planet is being invaded!

This one has no name, it's job is simply to "sit and look pretty".

I know it looks harmless, but it can become lethal if you soak it in salt and freeze it.

These are Youngerberries. They are in Berry School,studying to be Elderberries.