“And get some water from the well;I need it to make breakfast!” The shrill call echoed across the field, to where a small child was working, weeding a small cabbage patch. “Yes ma’am!” Came a excited-sounding reply, for the little boy was eager to leave the field; he hated weeding above all other chores. He dashed over to the small shanty that he called home, grabbed the large bucket for water, and dashed out again, towards the local well, which the whole village shared. He scooped a large amount of water from the well, and tried to lift it. Seeming as the bucket was as big as he was, he couldn’t. So, depressed, he dumped some out, then took it away up the hill, back to where the housegirl was waiting for it. “Here you go!” He said. “Hmmph.” Grumbled the housegirl, grabbing it away, and trudged away up to the larger shanty. The little boy turned back to the field, then thought better of it. He looked around quickly, then ran to his small, shared, shanty. His sister was waiting. The little boy’s name was Georgie, his sister’s name was Annemarie, his older brother’s name was Jim. They were orphaned from birth, their mother unknown to anyone in that village, nor the next. They all worked more than required, though they didn’t know so. The housegirl, Heather, was NOT of anythimg NEAR royal blood, nor related, even distantly, to anyone important. However, if anyone wanted to visit their shanty, they could, for their adopted “Mother” enjoyed seeing them humiliated, as you MIGHT have figured out already. . . . . . .Oh well. As I always say, if at first you don’t succeed, try try again, you know……….
You are probably considering the title warily, as you continue down this paragraph, but I assure you, there is nothing in this post that can offend anyone, or make anyone judge themselves by who they are. Let’s begin;
- Do you enjoy seeing roadkill?
- Do you like skunks?
- Do you prefer fried chicken, or live chicken?
- Do you love animals you are allergic to, although you’re allergic?
- Do you enjoy seeing animals being tortured, through whips and spurs?
- Do you like the idea of people abandoning their animals on the street?
- Do you like animal adoption centers, or do you never go near?
- Do you enjoy keeping innocent pets in cages?
- Do you like animal quizzes?
- Do you enjoy seeing animal books?
- Do you like animal lovers?
Just ask yourself these questions, and if you are offended, or have question suggestions, or want to reply to a question, comment back, please. I enjoy correcting myself, you know.
Thank you for doing this quiz……….
Hoofbite was the most arrogant horse in the herd, always picking fights with the other horses. Everyone hoped that someone would soon get the better of him, but they did not know who. Hoofbite had earned his name by defeating the best fighter from an opposing herd, a stallion named Tailspin. Tailspin had recieved his name in a battle against his leader, whose name ending HAD to be surrendered to him. So Tailhoof had recieved the name Tailspin. He was very proud, but did not strut around, boasting that he had won. Instead, he grieved for his leader, who, since he had lost, had to be banished from the herd. His leader’s name had been Hoofspin, a noble name, for it began with Hoof. Hoofbite had beaten Tailspin by ways of cheating; using his mate as bait. Her name was Shiningmane, always submitting when her love was “In danger”. Hoofbite had used her to decieve Tailspin, threatening to harm her if he won. Tailspin submitted easily, only to have his neck snapped in a final blow that knocked him off his hooves, and onto the ground. Hoofbite smirked, and, in return for winning, took Shiningmane to be his mate instead. But Shiningmane bore him no foals, so he grew angered, and sent her away. She was accepted back into her old herd, and became the mate to a fabulous stallion named Tallhoof. He loved her more than Hoofbite did, and she bore him three foals, one named Shiningtail, one named Talltail, and one, the runt, named Tinytail, for foals were always named “Tail” at the end of their name when they were born, so they could look forward to getting older, and recieving a name that ended in “Tail, Hoof, Spin,” or, if they were special, “Star.” It was every foals dream to grow up to be named “Hoofstar,” or “Tallstar” or even “Shiningstar”. But the only problem was, girls could NOT become leader, or receive “Star” on the end of their name.
Keep in touch for next story.
“Honey, where are you?” Came a soft call from some ferns near the base of the cleft. “Coming momma!” Came an answering yip from a small wolf pup, who poked his head out of the bushes and yawned. “My little sweet.” The mother wolf cooed, stepping out of the ferns, for it had been her who had called the little pup. The mother wolf was a glistening silver, with champagne-colored ears, that shone when the light touched them. The pup, however, was a fawn brown, with a black patch on his left ear. It made him a perfect target for ridicule, for it made him look like one of the twolegs dogs. His mother’s name was Saptika, and she was the leader of their wolf pack. His father’s name was Sanyof, and he was an outcast, banished from the pack when he attacked one of the older wolves, Sinta, for taking his rabbit. Sinta was a very old wolf, due to die very soon, and Sanyof had believed that the pack should leave Sinta out of the hunts, and should not share other wolf’s food, because he should catch his own. The pup loved Sinta, for Sinta was his mother’s father. The pup, whose name was Sokka, enjoyed his grandfather’s stories of escaping humans and their “Bang-sticks”, and often shared a dinner with him, before being called off to bed by his mother, who loved seeing her pup spend time with her father, but kept him to a strict bedtime. Sokka’s worst enemy was another young pup named Sika, who enjoyed teasing Sokka about his ear, and resemblence to a twoleg pet. Sika was a four-month old pup, who thought that she was everything. Her father, Solkat, referred to her as his “Darling dearest”, and never went on a hunt without bringing something back for her. Sokka despised Sika, but his position as the leader’s pup kept him from getting beat up by all the pup’s of the pack.
In my next story about Sokka and Sika, I will have a profile written up about each of the wolves that I’ve spoken about, it will look something like this:
- Name:
- Gender:
- Color:
- Mother:
- Father:
- Position:
And, if needed, i will add sisters, brothers, and others.
Get it??
Har har
“Firefoal? Firefoal, come here now!” The tall sorrel mare whinnied into the night air. “Coming momma.” Whinnied back a small chesnut foal, wobbling out from behind a tree, it’s knees knocking together, making it hard to walk. “Still having trouble with walking?” Inquired the mare, nudging the foal’s side, almost knocking him over. “I’m fine momma, stop pushing!” Yipped the foal in suprise, jumping away, then falling over, because of how unstable he was on his newfound legs. “Still having, DIFFICULTIES, with your foal?” Out came a piebald mare from behind another tree, a sneer mounted upon her face. “Hello Duchess.” Replied the sorrel mare, lifting her head from sniffing her foal for injuries. Ignoring her, the piebald mare turned to another foal coming out of the trees. “Hello, my sweet.” She nickered softly, then turned back to the sorrel mare. “At least my foal is still alive.” She scoffed. “I don’t like you talking about me like that, mother.” Sniffled the tall piebald foal, “At least, not in the presence of THESE low-down horses.” Corrected his mother affectionately. “As I was saying,” She turned back to the sorrel, “That’s ENOUGH!!” A loud whinny split the air, shocking both of the mares into silence, but the foals stared bloody murder at each other, clearly unconcerned. At the same time, a regal-looking stallion strode into the clearing. “She started it!” Both of the mares whinnied at the same time. “I said, that’s ENOUGH!!!” Roared the stallion, tossing his raven-colored mane in agitation. “Sorry.” Muttered both of the mares, lowering their heads in shame.
Keep in touch with my posts for next Warriors section, “Misery to Shame.”
I have read many good books in my life, many involving animals.
I have made myself a question and answer type of thing, and this is how it goes:
1. A book involving cats who fight each other:
2. A book which is an old novel my mother read when she was young.
3. A book that I read when I was three.
4. A book involving vampires.
5. A book which touched my heart.
I can fill this with books from my bookshelf, and books from the local library, but none compare as much as one series I am reading now: The Warriors series. It is about cats who fight for territory, food, bedding, water, islands, forests, and pines. And a whole lot more, which includes a tragic tale of how a kitten was born blind, but can still see, and watches his family die before his eyes, one by one. It also includes how six cats go on an epic journey across twoleg paths, and through a twoleg backyard, and across a town, then across a mountain range, just to find that what they sought to find, was not what they expected.
I recommend this series to anyone who loves cats, battles, adventures, love stories, and more. Anyone who has read this series at any time, or have any questions about it, please comment.
Oh, and one more thing, If you want the answers to the questions at the top, make a list of your own, and make your own adventure. See what happens.
Oh, always become your own hero like Bluestar and Firestar, Graystripe and Millie, Sandstorm and Cloudtail, Jaypaw and Squirrelpaw, Brightheart and Goldenflower, Dustpelt and Darkstripe, and never try to be like Tigerclaw.
Have a nice day.
1. my first’s in adventure but isen’t in trip,
my second’s in river but isen’t in ship,
my third is in chalice but isen’t in cup,
my fourth’s in ascending but isen’t in up,
my fifth is in error but isen’t in flaw,
my last is in talon but isen’t in claw,
my whole is a beast who will eat you for dinner,
unless in this riddle game you are the winner.
Off I must stive with wind and wave, battle them both when under the sea.
I feel out the bottom, a foeign land. In lying still, I am strong in strife;
I I fail in that, they are stronger than I, and wrenching me loose, soon put me to rout.
The wish to cature wh I must keep. I can master them both if my grip holds out,
If the rocks bring succour and lend support, strength in the struggle. Ask me my name!
A mighty beast of the air, it’s in his lungs.
It has no mouth, yet it has tongues.
It does not live, yet it breathes.
And when its food is gone, it leaves.
It will die if you give it a drink.
Yet it cause mighty ships to sink.
The part of the bird
that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean
and always stay dry.
2. seethed by sizziling searing flames
seven shiney things i saw,
hard as shell and round as well
among treasure on the floor.
then they cracked and all unpacked,
seven baby dragons bore.
3. when a dragon flies,
he seeks it with his eyes.
when a dragon roars,
he holds it with his claws.
when he slumbers, deep,
he dreams of it in sleep,
but there, beneath his head,
it forms his stoney bed.
4. were i may rest and you may not,
upon my hoard of gems and gold,
where dragon eggs keep nice and hot,
my house, my home, my hall of old.
What gets wetter the more it dries?
My step is slow, the snow’s my breath,
I give the ground a grinding death.
My marching makes an end to me,
slain by sun or drowned in sea.
Concealed and shielded behind much, difficult to spot.
I am like bug and sickness; I am contagious not always wanted,
Though I am small, they fear me greatly, for I might leave them haunted.
At times I am tough to keep, my master forced to let me free,
Then I rupture and soar around and they converse regarding me.
I may be friend or foe, servant or teacher,
I am like a bird; I want to be free creature.
What am I?
Please send a comment on this with answers, if you know them.
Snake venom is divided into four categories:
Cyrotoxins
Hemotoxins
Neurotoxins
and
Cardiotoxins
Now these four categories all are part of the process of a snakes bite attack.
For example:
Cyrotoxins cause local tissue damage
Hemotoxins cause internal bleeding
Neurotoxins affect the nervous system
and
Cardiotoxins act directly on the heart.
All toxins travel in a certain pathway.
All snakes have a diffrent venom, which travels a certain way.
For example,:
The Fierce snake has the most toxic venom of any snake.
The Australian Brown snake, which 1/14 of its venom could kill a person.
The Malayan Krait, which 50% percent of its bites kill people, even with an anti-venom treatment.
The Taipan, whose venom in one bite can kill 12,000 guinea pigs.
The Tiger snake, whose natural habitat is Australia.
The Beaked Sea snake, whose natural habitat is from the South Asian waters, to the coral sea.
The Saw Scaled viper, whose habitat is the Middle East Asia.
The Coral snake, whose habitat is North America.
The Boomslang, whose habitat is Africa.
The Death Adder, whose habitat is New Guinea, and Australia.
And Finally,
The Black Mamba, both species of Green mamba, and the Mojave rattlesnake.
Each snakes venom travels along a different pathway, depending on which category it’s venom refers to. Whether it be Cyrotoxin, Hemotoxin, Neurotoxin, or Cardiotoxin, there is no guarentee that you will live when a venomous snake bites you.
This information was found at www.manbir-online.com/htm2/snake.22.htm.
If you don’t believe me, go there yourself and prove me wrong.
Wolves travel in small packs, hunting, eating, sleeping, and helping each other in many ways.
Wild Dogs are very similar, striving to protect their young, and hunting antelope to live.
Wolves are ancestors of the dog, so wolves were here before the wild dog.
There are tail signs that can tell you what they are thinking, or saying to each other.
Here they are:
One: If tail is just lying flat, the wolf is relaxed.
Two: If tail is close to the body, tip curved outwards, the wolf means no harm.
Three: If tail is tucked between the wolf’s legs, flat against its stomach, then it is afraid.
Four: If tail is held straight up, it means,” I can beat you! Back off!”
Five: If tail is held straight out behind it, it means,” You get two seconds to run, then I eat you.” That’s your cue to get the heck out of there! If not, you probably won’t live to tell the tale.
Cool tail signals, huh?
Wolf fun fact: A wolves howl can be heard from six miles away! Imagine that!
Please tell me whether or not you knew this already. If so, I don’t mind in the least.
