So um yeah. I usually post every day and Victoria weekend was busy I went to watch the Blue Jays (MY FIRST BASEBALL GAME!) and all but anyways.. I have just a few exams, and I'm mighty stressed about those. I don't really feel or have the time to go on scratch. I'll still be working on a secret project and SoF >:D But just not going to be finishing any map parts. If any are due, I might need an extension. I'm working a lot on them so sorry if I seem slow. The only fun thing I have to do is my Master Narrative for Narrative class :') I've learnt so much and it's been a joy writing, and this time I have to write a letter to my teacher (NOT INCLUDED HERE), rewrite a narrative, and show the original. I also have to add three figures of description to the new one, making five!!! SO HERE'S THE ORIGINAL (VERY OLD AND BAD): Long ago, when I was a young nobleman, I lived in a beautiful villa in Florence. I had a passion for hunting, and in the evening I had luxurious banquets with my friends, and other nobles. (R) One day, I was out hunting with my falcon, Vicious. This time, he seemed very eager to show off his hunting skills. Suddenly, he swooped down on the lake, and scooped a magnificent crane out of the water. Vicious was very proud of his kill and had a smug look on his face. (Prosopopeia) This was the perfect meal for my table tonight! So I gave it to my chef, Chico, and told him to cook it the best he could for my guests and I tonight. That night, I was really looking forward to dinner, and I could smell the fragrant smells of the kitchen steaming. Just then, a waitress came in with a fully a fully cooked crane. It was wonderful, with all the delicious juices on top, and the spices carefully shaked on top. But there was something missing. There was only one legon the crane!!! I was terribly upset and furious that I did not have my full crane. (S) That deceitful Chico, did he think that he could get away with this? I rang my bell angrily and summoned Chico. “What has become of my crane’s leg?” I questioned Chico. Chico replied, crying out loud. “Sire, cranes only have one leg!” I couldn't believe it. Did my chef really think he could get away with this? Or did he really believe they had one leg? (Sermocinatio) “Chico! What is wrong with you? Do you think that I, a hunter, have no clue about birds?!” But Chico assured me that these birds had one leg, no more, no less. I wanted to tick him off, but I did not want to make a scene in front of my guests. He will pay for this! I thought to myself. That morning, right at sunrise, we set forth to the lake. I saw Chico trembling with fear, but I pretended not to notice. When we reached the lake, we walked along it, looking for cranes. I was angrier than ever now, and searched for cranes quietly. Suddenly, Chico tapped my back. “Sire, Sire!” He pointed towards a flock of cranes in their slumber. “You see?” He cried out, trying to fool me. “I speak the truth! Cranes only have one leg!” I gazed back at Chico and stared him in the face. “Maybe now, but not after they waken." I clapped my hands and shouted out at the cranes, waking them from their sleep. They stared at me in fear, and flapped off away, revealing another leg. “You see!” I scolded him. “Cranes have two legs, no more no less!” I was about to continue, but Chico quickly interjected: “With all due respect Sire, If you had only just clapped at the crane when it was given to you at the table, the crane would have revealed its other leg!” At such an amusing and clever remark, I laughed hard. “Yes Chico, you are correct!” My anger transformed into amusement. I forgave Chico, and we left each other happily, just like old times. (V) ToT enough of that crap now for all I have finished SO FAR. This is not complete!! I am working on it. Many years ago, when I was a young and handsome chef, I worked for a man called Mr. Colorado. He was a proud man with sleek black hair, deep hazel eyes, and a pointy nose which he twitched whenever he was annoyed or slightly irritated. His fine cheeks were a snowy white, unlike the rest of his forehead which was a haughty red. (Effictio) Mr. Colorado was also a great hunter. He adored hunting, and boasted greatly about it in all his parties and banquets he hosted or attended. One day, on the afternoon of his annual feast, Mr. Colorado came home with a crane hanging in his hand. “Chico!!” He called. “I want you to cook this crane, do it well and quickly. The guests will be here soon!” I was startled by his rush, but bowed humbly. “Yes, of course my lord. It will be done, I promise.” Mr. Colorado raised his eyebrows sternly, and left the crane on the counter. “Very well then!” He chirped, and went off to do whatever duties he had at the time. (Dialogismus) I slipped on my gloves, and took a look at the dead crane. (Continued below)
(Continued here) It was a usual imagery of a crane, with a stout long neck, deep staring eyes which startled you to look at, a plump body, and steep black legs with paddles for feet. (Mimesis) I sighed, and began to pluck off the feathers swiftly. I had always thought that birds were utterly disgusting, for they were so much different compared to the other things I cooked. (Sermocinatio) So that's all so far!! I have four latin quizzes which I will fail *sobs* and two exams for Narrative *cry* AND I HAVE TO FINISH ALL THE QUIZZES I MISSED OUT ON, so yeah doesn't seem like I can fit scratch in there. Tysm for all you guys!! Love yer smuch<33 - Omo
