Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones. And then from the direction of the state highway came the sound of footsteps on crisp sycamore leaves. The rabbits hurried noiselessly for cover. A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down river. For a moment the place was lifeless, and then a man emerged from path and came into the opening by the pool.
And this is what he said:
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! In case you didn't guess from the paragraph above, I just finished reading "Of Mice and Men." It had me kind of depressed for a few minutes, before I remembered I hadn't posted today! And so here I am. And (hopefully, if you're reading this) so are you (if you aren't, I'm never speaking to you again). And--hold on a second. I've gotta check my pockets for mice.
Anyhow, I could get along so easy and so nice if I didn't have you on my tail--err, ahem. Sorry about that.
I'd better stop now, or George won't let me tend any rabbits--goodbye! You crazy bass-turds!
I read that book last year for heritage. And I had to do a bunch of worksheets on it. 10 worksheets for a book that small!? it's ridiculous.
ReplyDeleteHa! That's absurd! But it is a good book.
ReplyDeleteAwww, I luffles that book! Yeah, it was pretty depressing... it was one of those books that make you kinda mope around the house for a few hours. Whenever that happens, I read Philip Ardagh.
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I feel like I'm rambling =D
So, you liked the book, I'm guessing?
@Kevin--Oh yeah. I loved the book.
ReplyDelete(and whenever I get depressed I read Terry Pratchett or Dave Barry)