Monthly Archives: August 2013

The Brown Chocolete Pudding Jelly Bean

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I’ve been looking all over for this! I found it yesterday when I *finally* cleaned out the drawers in my room. It’s a poem that I wrote for fifth grade. We were told to write in the perspective of an object or animal and to rhyme. My teacher loved my poem, so she kept it. I didn’t think I had any other drafts, but here it is!

I give you…complete with spelling errors… THE BROWN CHOCOLETE PUDDING JELLY BEAN! (because even if I didn’t know how to spell chocolate, I knew the flavor’s proper name)

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“Brown!” I cried as I marched back and forth.

“I hear jelly beans look much nicer up North.

Why can’t I be green, orange, or blue. 

Brown is the coler of a smelly old shoe. 

Brown is the color of yucky muddy foam.” 

Just then the door opened on my bag, my home.

“Yippie” squeald the girl who had opened my door.

“Chocolite pudding–my favorite! I wish there were more! 

With its outside so bare, and its inside so yummy. 

I couldn’t find anything more suitible for my tummy!”

I gasped and I said “are you being sarcastic?”

“No,” exclamed the girl, “Chocolate pudding’s fantastic.”

I smiled with joy, I laughed with glee.

Some say I’m the happiest bean there could be. 

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Admit it. You enjoyed that. I was pretty proud of rhyming sarcastic and fantastic. I should have tried to sell it… though I’d be in competition with kids like Gigi and Liv…

It wouldn’t have gone far.

I suppose, if I were to make an excuse for my spelling errors, I could say that I continually spelled my own flavoring wrong because I was trying to find myself. By the ending, I did. I was chocolate pudding. I was fantastic.

MORAL OF THE STORY: chocolate pudding has to be one of the best flavors. 😉

In a Land of Myth and a Time of Magic…

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…the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His name…

MERLIN.

So, guess where I’ve been for the past few weeks? Five feet away from the television, staring up with watery eyes at the perfection of the British TV show “Merlin.”

Well, not quite perfection. The graphics were terrible.

But other than that, yes. The actors were perfect, the cameras were perfect, the plots were perfect, the characters were perfect… I use past tense because most of them died.

And I’m okay with that.

So sue me, Merlin fandom. I just admitted that I’m okay with the deaths of Arthur, Freya, Gwaine, Lancelot, Balinor, Elyan, Isolde,  Morgana, and Mordred.

How else could they have ended it? That’s exactly what happens in the end of the legends–Arthur dies. He is wounded in battle. The producers could have made the ending much more agonizing. They could have killed Arthur instantly, leaving him no time to learn that his trusted manservant was a wizard. Instead, they allow him a few days under Merlin’s care, thus allowing him to hear the truth and giving their audience the reaction they had waited five seasons for. More than that, they gave the audience hope. In the final scene, we see an aged Merlin in the 21st century, strolling near the lake of Avalon, waiting for his friend to return as the Great Dragon promised he would.

Oh yeah, and we got to see Merlin’s amazing alter-ego “Dragoon” again before the season’s end. And Gwen took charge of Camelot. And Gaius and Merlin survived.

And Arthur said “Thank You.”