I ran as fast as I could over the hills of snow. I had lost my jolly along with my corncob pipe, and my happiness had cracked in two with my button nose. The silk hat that was necessary for life was securely glued to my head with slush.
I ran for cover, then looked up, shading my eyes made of coal from the day’s hot sun. To my right were several rice fields. The water was covered with a thin sheet of ice, so I darted over. When I jumped in the water, I could feel a protective shield of ice freeze over me.
I leaped out of the water and kept running. During my travels, I had heard of a place where it was almost always cold: The North Pole. However, I needed to get somewhere cold fast, so instead of north, I headed east to the Sierra Nevada. I hoped to find a chilly cave to live in. However, right then, all I needed was to stay firm.
I thumpety thump thumped toward the rising sun. Someday, I would be safe. I had to.
Sensational. I didn’t see it in 3D, because I have weird eyesight and don’t have stereo vision. My hunch is that makes it even more sensational.
I tried to fail to suspend my disbelief, but I never doubted the reality of the world.
Lyra Meadow had to write an essay on perseverance:
Perseverance is a quality that I admire, though I find it difficult to use. In movies, people tend to say to never give up, even though I usually try again later. I am actually using perseverance now, because I am growing a callus writing a paragraph I don’t even want to write. I am wasting time I could be using reading, but I am still writing. I was not quitting. Thank you for reading this, but now my hand is too sore and my callus is too big. My perseverance must stop.
Poovalanche — the result of a serious shit storm.
Vomirrhea — something you don’t want to smell.