Today the kids picked the words - five, from the dictionary. We wrote them on the board, set the timer for 10 minutes, and wrote. The excitement and joy were contagious. Sometime, you just need to have fun!
The words: shell, monotonous, focaccia, vegan, guinea pig.
My result:
The guinea pigs were getting ready to riot again. They’d had enough of their dreary existence in the cage. Cage dwelling was bad enough, but Mr. Bigg, their owner, had recently become a vegan and embraced the ideal of every animal’s right to life and freedom. Ironic, no? Here they sat, separated from the world, encased in a box of glass. It was a shell of a life, empty and monotonous, each day the same.
And who did Mr. Bigg think he was fooling? The trees and pond he’d added to the cage in a fit of conscious interior decorating fooled no one. He couldn’t stop talking about how lucky they were to have such a fine place to live, filled with fake foliage. They were likely being poisoned by methane gasses every day. More than one had started to suffer from debilitating headaches. If they didn’t break out soon, they’d be goners.
And the smell! Unwashed guinea pig and dirty shavings. It was too much! They were taking things into their own hands and getting out! No more relying on Mr. Bigg. As soon as he came to toss in their daily treats of cruelty-free sawdust-tasting protein pods, they were going to rush him. They knew there was focaccia somewhere in this house - smothered in cheese, tomatoes, and olive oil, and certifiably vegan-free - and they were going to find it!
The words: shell, monotonous, focaccia, vegan, guinea pig.
My result:
The guinea pigs were getting ready to riot again. They’d had enough of their dreary existence in the cage. Cage dwelling was bad enough, but Mr. Bigg, their owner, had recently become a vegan and embraced the ideal of every animal’s right to life and freedom. Ironic, no? Here they sat, separated from the world, encased in a box of glass. It was a shell of a life, empty and monotonous, each day the same.
And who did Mr. Bigg think he was fooling? The trees and pond he’d added to the cage in a fit of conscious interior decorating fooled no one. He couldn’t stop talking about how lucky they were to have such a fine place to live, filled with fake foliage. They were likely being poisoned by methane gasses every day. More than one had started to suffer from debilitating headaches. If they didn’t break out soon, they’d be goners.
And the smell! Unwashed guinea pig and dirty shavings. It was too much! They were taking things into their own hands and getting out! No more relying on Mr. Bigg. As soon as he came to toss in their daily treats of cruelty-free sawdust-tasting protein pods, they were going to rush him. They knew there was focaccia somewhere in this house - smothered in cheese, tomatoes, and olive oil, and certifiably vegan-free - and they were going to find it!
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