Thank You Ma’am
If some body needs help, you should help them because that way people could help you. This young man has no body in his house and since he has no money he is stealing purses.
At the beginning a woman is walking around eleven o’clock then a boy ran up behind her & tries to snatch the woman’s purse. The boy falls down and the woman picks him up and shook him. He is scared and he wants the woman to turn him loose.
The face of the boy is dirty the woman takes the boy to her house and the boy washes his face. Then the woman asked him if there was a person on his house so the boy said “no”, so the woman fed him. Then the woman put the purse on the bed and went behind the screen she didn’t watched the boy. The boy didn’t take the purse. This shows that the boy already changed because the woman treated him like her sun and fed him.
The boy is sorry about what he did. Know that the boy has changed he is being nice and she told the woman if she needed somebody to go to the store. When the woman was about to close the door the boy said “Than you Ma’am. The boy never saw her again.
If somebody needs help, you should help them because that way people could help them.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
nazaria's theme
Nazaria’s theme I think the theme is that what you wish you want it ends up that you don’t even need it. I think that is the theme because in the story he wants more than he needs and at the end when he gets it he figures out that he doesn’t need it
esmeralda♥♣♣♥!!§♣♥
the theme is about the tree want to go to a bunch of places.the tree wanted to be a tree a tree hanged with a bunch a lights and want to be loved more.
The Fir Tree Essay - Jose
In the story fir tree the lesson or theme is to be careful on what you wish for. In the story the little fir tree wishes to be a big fir tree like the other pine trees. Later on in the story he gets his wish and becomes a Christmas tree. In the end he gets burned and discovers that his wish wasn't a good one.
In the beginning he wants to be a big pine tree and wants to be cut down and be a christmas tree. Seasons pass and he gets taller and watches one of his pine tree friends get cut down and ship.
Later he grows big enough to get cut down and ship to become a christmas tree. He thinks everyone will hang out with the christmas tree and love him. But that is not true because later he does become a christmas tree, but he gets burn in the end. He dies getting his wish and discovers his wish was not the right one.
My ideas about the story is that be careful on what you wish for because later on you can end up having your wish, but you die out of it. Wishing is good, but you need to think twice on what you wish for.
In the beginning he wants to be a big pine tree and wants to be cut down and be a christmas tree. Seasons pass and he gets taller and watches one of his pine tree friends get cut down and ship.
Later he grows big enough to get cut down and ship to become a christmas tree. He thinks everyone will hang out with the christmas tree and love him. But that is not true because later he does become a christmas tree, but he gets burn in the end. He dies getting his wish and discovers his wish was not the right one.
My ideas about the story is that be careful on what you wish for because later on you can end up having your wish, but you die out of it. Wishing is good, but you need to think twice on what you wish for.
the fir tree gustavo
In the story The fir tree there is a tree that starts of little he wants to be every tree where he lived because. They are tall he was little i think the theme of the story is that is that be happy with what you have to be your self.The tree evenually has what he wants but still he wants to be like another person when.
selene's theme
the theme in the fir tree is about the up's and down's of this fir tree. For example when he was small and wanted to be big that was a down and when he was finally a desant size that was an up. when he wanted to go sailling the swallows told the tree that in the boat they carried tree's.These up's and down's from this fir tree is the message of the story. He onece had an up and a down at the same time it was when he got burned and shreded, he had a complished of being big, tall but he also got "killed".
The Treasure of Lemon Brown
The Treasure of Lemon Brown by Walter Dean Myers teaches us treasure does not always equal money.
Lemon’s treasure was his son’s treasure. It was found on Jesse’s body when he was killed in the war.
It was not at all valuable, t was newspaper clippings and a harmonica that belonged to Lemonn, who would die for it. He beat up some guys who were looking for it.
Treasure does not equal money is an important lesson.
Lemon’s treasure was his son’s treasure. It was found on Jesse’s body when he was killed in the war.
It was not at all valuable, t was newspaper clippings and a harmonica that belonged to Lemonn, who would die for it. He beat up some guys who were looking for it.
Treasure does not equal money is an important lesson.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Rodrigo something that i appreciate is...
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Rodrigo something that i appreciate is....
SOMETHING THAT I APPRECIATE IS MY FAMILY BECAUSE EVERY TIME I GET SICK OR I FEEL BAD THEY ALL WAYS HELP ME. SOMETHING ELSE IS THAT THEY SUPPORT ME AND THEY HELP ME WITH HOME WORK OR PROJECTS. ALSO THEY BUY ME A LOT OF THINGS LIKE GAMES OR MOVIES ETC.SOMETHING ELSE THAT I REALLY APPRECIATE IS WHAT MY MOM AND DAD DO FOR ME AND MY BROTHERS BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR THEM I WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SCHOOL AND I WOULDN'T LIVE IN THE HOUSE THAT I LIVE RIGHT KNOW.
Adrian what do i apperate
I apperate my parents, cause my dad makes very good food..My mom loves me and i appetae my family my sister.My dad buys me styuff and my mom
i apreciate julians paragraph
i appreciate the joy in everyones heart after you help them. the reason i enjoy this is cause after this you get a feeling in your stomach that tickles. its called butterflies in your stomach this felling feels wierd. and thats why i enjoy the joy in someones face when you help them.
Abner Cermeno
what i appreciate is when someone talks to me when i feel down.
I AL LIKE IT WHEN SOMEONE CARES HOW I FEEL
I AL LIKE IT WHEN SOMEONE CARES HOW I FEEL
tyler
im thankful for haveing a lot of money$. money buys things like a bike and skates. i LOVE money it is aswome.and who said you cant buy happyness. and you can give money to someone and they get happy.
enrique
the things that i apresuate in life is my family.I appreciate my family because there always there when i need them.Another things is that i could always count on them when i need something or when i have a question.they also give me alot of money in my birth day and give me christmas presents.
Arturo -!
What im thankful for is money. The reason that is is beacause if i didnt have money then id be poor and id be on the street. If i were to end up on the street id be eating out of a trashcan. Maybe that wouldnt happen i have family so i dont think its possible for me. However, even if i wouldnt end up on the street it would still suck.
Imagine if you were a kid with not no money but not enough. You wouldnt always be eating and you would be made fun of at school.
Imagine if you were a kid with not no money but not enough. You wouldnt always be eating and you would be made fun of at school.
andy l
what i appreciate is Mr smith. i appreciate him because Mr. Smith always helps me ever since i came here but sometimes he could be mad when he wants too. So if i get in trouble he knows when to talk to me to stop getting in trouble.so that's why i appreciate Mr. Smith
christian
what i appresiate is mr.Rachlin. i appreseate him because he helps me with my work if i don't understand.i think mr.Rachlin is a awsome teacher.he is really helpful. he is the best teacher ever.
nazaria's theme for fir tree
the theme is that your wish you always want it but it ends up that you dont want it
gustavo The tree fir
The theme was that the tree wanted to do stuff but in the future things dont turn out like the little tree wanted to be.
The Fir tree Lesson - Jose
The fir tree was a hard story for me but once our teacher explain it to us I understand the story. The theme was never wish for something you want to be because later on you'll be hurt. In the story the fir tree wants to be big and cool like the other big pine trees. At the end he gets his wish but ends up getting cut up and burn and shredded. The story was really sad cause he wished a bad wish and end up being cut down.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.
He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild-strawberries. The children often came with a whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat down near the young tree and said, "Oh, how pretty he is! What a nice little fir!" But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear.
At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he was another long bit taller; for with fir trees one can always tell by the shoots how many years old they are.
"Oh! Were I but such a high tree as the others are," sighed he. "Then I should be able to spread out my branches, and with the tops to look into the wide world! Then would the birds build nests among my branches: and when there was a breeze, I could bend with as much stateliness as the others!"
Neither the sunbeams, nor the birds, nor the red clouds which morning and evening sailed above him, gave the little Tree any pleasure.
In winter, when the snow lay glittering on the ground, a hare would often come leaping along, and jump right over the little Tree. Oh, that made him so angry! But two winters were past, and in the third the Tree was so large that the hare was obliged to go round it. "To grow and grow, to get older and be tall," thought the Tree --"that, after all, is the most delightful thing in the world!"
In autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees. This happened every year; and the young Fir Tree, that had now grown to a very comely size, trembled at the sight; for the magnificent great trees fell to the earth with noise and cracking, the branches were lopped off, and the trees looked long and bare; they were hardly to be recognised; and then they were laid in carts, and the horses dragged them out of the wood.
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Where did they go to? What became of them?
In spring, when the swallows and the storks came, the Tree asked them, "Don't you know where they have been taken? Have you not met them anywhere?"
The swallows did not know anything about it; but the Stork looked musing, nodded his head, and said, "Yes; I think I know; I met many ships as I was flying hither from Egypt; on the ships were magnificent masts, and I venture to assert that it was they that smelt so of fir. I may congratulate you, for they lifted themselves on high most majestically!"
"Oh, were I but old enough to fly across the sea! But how does the sea look in reality? What is it like?"
"That would take a long time to explain," said the Stork, and with these words off he went.
"Rejoice in thy growth!" said the Sunbeams. "Rejoice in thy vigorous growth, and in the fresh life that moveth within thee!"
And the Wind kissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him; but the Fir understood it not.
When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down: trees which often were not even as large or of the same age as this Fir Tree, who could never rest, but always wanted to be off. These young trees, and they were always the finest looking, retained their branches; they were laid on carts, and the horses drew them out of the wood.
"Where are they going to?" asked the Fir. "They are not taller than I; there was one indeed that was considerably shorter; and why do they retain all their branches? Whither are they taken?"
"We know! We know!" chirped the Sparrows. "We have peeped in at the windows in the town below! We know whither they are taken! The greatest splendor and the greatest magnificence one can imagine await them. We peeped through the windows, and saw them planted in the middle of the warm room and ornamented with the most splendid things, with gilded apples, with gingerbread, with toys, and many hundred lights!
"And then?" asked the Fir Tree, trembling in every bough. "And then? What happens then?"
"We did not see anything more: it was incomparably beautiful."
"I would fain know if I am destined for so glorious a career," cried the Tree, rejoicing. "That is still better than to cross the sea! What a longing do I suffer! Were Christmas but come! I am now tall, and my branches spread like the others that were carried off last year! Oh! were I but already on the cart! Were I in the warm room with all the splendor and magnificence! Yes; then something better, something still grander, will surely follow, or wherefore should they thus ornament me? Something better, something still grander must follow -- but what? Oh, how I long, how I suffer! I do not know myself what is the matter with me!"
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"Rejoice in our presence!" said the Air and the Sunlight. "Rejoice in thy own fresh youth!"
But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grew and grew, and was green both winter and summer. People that saw him said, "What a fine tree!" and towards Christmas he was one of the first that was cut down. The axe struck deep into the very pith; the Tree fell to the earth with a sigh; he felt a pang -- it was like a swoon; he could not think of happiness, for he was sorrowful at being separated from his home, from the place where he had sprung up. He well knew that he should never see his dear old comrades, the little bushes and flowers around him, anymore; perhaps not even the birds! The departure was not at all agreeable.
The Tree only came to himself when he was unloaded in a court-yard with the other trees, and heard a man say, "That one is splendid! We don't want the others." Then two servants came in rich livery and carried the Fir Tree into a large and splendid drawing-room. Portraits were hanging on the walls, and near the white porcelain stove stood two large Chinese vases with lions on the covers. There, too, were large easy-chairs, silken sofas, large tables full of picture-books and full of toys, worth hundreds and hundreds of crowns -- at least the children said so. And the Fir Tree was stuck upright in a cask that was filled with sand; but no one could see that it was a cask, for green cloth was hung all round it, and it stood on a large gaily-colored carpet. Oh! how the Tree quivered! What was to happen? The servants, as well as the young ladies, decorated it. On one branch there hung little nets cut out of colored paper, and each net was filled with sugarplums; and among the other boughs gilded apples and walnuts were suspended, looking as though they had grown there, and little blue and white tapers were placed among the leaves. Dolls that looked for all the world like men -- the Tree had never beheld such before -- were seen among the foliage, and at the very top a large star of gold tinsel was fixed. It was really splendid -- beyond description splendid.
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"This evening!" they all said. "How it will shine this evening!"
"Oh!" thought the Tree. "If the evening were but come! If the tapers were but lighted! And then I wonder what will happen! Perhaps the other trees from the forest will come to look at me! Perhaps the sparrows will beat against the windowpanes! I wonder if I shall take root here, and winter and summer stand covered with ornaments!"
He knew very much about the matter -- but he was so impatient that for sheer longing he got a pain in his back, and this with trees is the same thing as a headache with us.
The candles were now lighted -- what brightness! What splendor! The Tree trembled so in every bough that one of the tapers set fire to the foliage. It blazed up famously.
"Help! Help!" cried the young ladies, and they quickly put out the fire.
Now the Tree did not even dare tremble. What a state he was in! He was so uneasy lest he should lose something of his splendor, that he was quite bewildered amidst the glare and brightness; when suddenly both folding-doors opened and a troop of children rushed in as if they would upset the Tree. The older persons followed quietly; the little ones stood quite still. But it was only for a moment; then they shouted that the whole place re-echoed with their rejoicing; they danced round the Tree, and one present after the other was pulled off.
"What are they about?" thought the Tree. "What is to happen now!" And the lights burned down to the very branches, and as they burned down they were put out one after the other, and then the children had permission to plunder the Tree. So they fell upon it with such violence that all its branches cracked; if it had not been fixed firmly in the ground, it would certainly have tumbled down.
The children danced about with their beautiful playthings; no one looked at the Tree except the old nurse, who peeped between the branches; but it was only to see if there was a fig or an apple left that had been forgotten.
"A story! A story!" cried the children, drawing a little fat man towards the Tree. He seated himself under it and said, "Now we are in the shade, and the Tree can listen too. But I shall tell only one story. Now which will you have; that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Humpy-Dumpy, who tumbled downstairs, and yet after all came to the throne and married the princess?"
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"Ivedy-Avedy," cried some; "Humpy-Dumpy," cried the others. There was such a bawling and screaming -- the Fir Tree alone was silent, and he thought to himself, "Am I not to bawl with the rest? Am I to do nothing whatever?" for he was one of the company, and had done what he had to do.
And the man told about Humpy-Dumpy that tumbled down, who notwithstanding came to the throne, and at last married the princess. And the children clapped their hands, and cried. "Oh, go on! Do go on!" They wanted to hear about Ivedy-Avedy too, but the little man only told them about Humpy-Dumpy. The Fir Tree stood quite still and absorbed in thought; the birds in the wood had never related the like of this. "Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he married the princess! Yes, yes! That's the way of the world!" thought the Fir Tree, and believed it all, because the man who told the story was so good-looking. "Well, well! who knows, perhaps I may fall downstairs, too, and get a princess as wife! And he looked forward with joy to the morrow, when he hoped to be decked out again with lights, playthings, fruits, and tinsel.
"I won't tremble to-morrow!" thought the Fir Tree. "I will enjoy to the full all my splendor! To-morrow I shall hear again the story of Humpy-Dumpy, and perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy too." And the whole night the Tree stood still and in deep thought.
In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in.
"Now then the splendor will begin again," thought the Fir. But they dragged him out of the room, and up the stairs into the loft: and here, in a dark corner, where no daylight could enter, they left him. "What's the meaning of this?" thought the Tree. "What am I to do here? What shall I hear now, I wonder?" And he leaned against the wall lost in reverie. Time enough had he too for his reflections; for days and nights passed on, and nobody came up; and when at last somebody did come, it was only to put some great trunks in a corner, out of the way. There stood the Tree quite hidden; it seemed as if he had been entirely forgotten.
"'Tis now winter out-of-doors!" thought the Tree. "The earth is hard and covered with snow; men cannot plant me now, and therefore I have been put up here under shelter till the spring-time comes! How thoughtful that is! How kind man is, after all! If it only were not so dark here, and so terribly lonely! Not even a hare! And out in the woods it was so pleasant, when the snow was on the ground, and the hare leaped by; yes -- even when he jumped over me; but I did not like it then! It is really terribly lonely here!"
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"Squeak! Squeak!" said a little Mouse, at the same moment, peeping out of his hole. And then another little one came. They snuffed about the Fir Tree, and rustled among the branches.
"It is dreadfully cold," said the Mouse. "But for that, it would be delightful here, old Fir, wouldn't it?"
"I am by no means old," said the Fir Tree. "There's many a one considerably older than I am."
"Where do you come from," asked the Mice; "and what can you do?" They were so extremely curious. "Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the earth. Have you never been there? Were you never in the larder, where cheeses lie on the shelves, and hams hang from above; where one dances about on tallow candles: that place where one enters lean, and comes out again fat and portly?"
"I know no such place," said the Tree. "But I know the wood, where the sun shines and where the little birds sing." And then he told all about his youth; and the little Mice had never heard the like before; and they listened and said,
"Well, to be sure! How much you have seen! How happy you must have been!"
"I!" said the Fir Tree, thinking over what he had himself related. "Yes, in reality those were happy times." And then he told about Christmas-eve, when he was decked out with cakes and candles.
"Oh," said the little Mice, "how fortunate you have been, old Fir Tree!"
"I am by no means old," said he. "I came from the wood this winter; I am in my prime, and am only rather short for my age."
"What delightful stories you know," said the Mice: and the next night they came with four other little Mice, who were to hear what the Tree recounted: and the more he related, the more he remembered himself; and it appeared as if those times had really been happy times. "But they may still come -- they may still come! Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he got a princess!" and he thought at the moment of a nice little Birch Tree growing out in the woods: to the Fir, that would be a real charming princess.
"Who is Humpy-Dumpy?" asked the Mice. So then the Fir Tree told the whole fairy tale, for he could remember every single word of it; and the little Mice jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree. Next night two more Mice came, and on Sunday two Rats even; but they said the stories were not interesting, which vexed the little Mice; and they, too, now began to think them not so very amusing either.
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"Do you know only one story?" asked the Rats.
"Only that one," answered the Tree. "I heard it on my happiest evening; but I did not then know how happy I was."
"It is a very stupid story! Don't you know one about bacon and tallow candles? Can't you tell any larder stories?"
"No," said the Tree.
"Then good-bye," said the Rats; and they went home.
At last the little Mice stayed away also; and the Tree sighed: "After all, it was very pleasant when the sleek little Mice sat round me, and listened to what I told them. Now that too is over. But I will take good care to enjoy myself when I am brought out again."
But when was that to be? Why, one morning there came a quantity of people and set to work in the loft. The trunks were moved, the tree was pulled out and thrown -- rather hard, it is true -- down on the floor, but a man drew him towards the stairs, where the daylight shone.
"Now a merry life will begin again," thought the Tree. He felt the fresh air, the first sunbeam -- and now he was out in the courtyard. All passed so quickly, there was so much going on around him, the Tree quite forgot to look to himself. The court adjoined a garden, and all was in flower; the roses hung so fresh and odorous over the balustrade, the lindens were in blossom, the Swallows flew by, and said, "Quirre-vit! My husband is come!" but it was not the Fir Tree that they meant.
"Now, then, I shall really enjoy life," said he exultingly, and spread out his branches; but, alas, they were all withered and yellow! It was in a corner that he lay, among weeds and nettles. The golden star of tinsel was still on the top of the Tree, and glittered in the sunshine.
In the court-yard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at Christmas round the Fir Tree, and were so glad at the sight of him. One of the youngest ran and tore off the golden star.
"Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, trampling on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet.
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And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the wood, of the merry Christmas-eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Humpy-Dumpy.
"'Tis over -- 'tis past!" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I had reason to do so! But now 'tis past, 'tis past!"
And the gardener's boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a whole heap lying there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large brewing copper, and it sighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot.
The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star on his breast which the Tree had had on the happiest evening of his life. However, that was over now -- the Tree gone, the story at an end. All, all was over -- every tale must end at last.
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/FirTree.shtml
He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild-strawberries. The children often came with a whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat down near the young tree and said, "Oh, how pretty he is! What a nice little fir!" But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear.
At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he was another long bit taller; for with fir trees one can always tell by the shoots how many years old they are.
"Oh! Were I but such a high tree as the others are," sighed he. "Then I should be able to spread out my branches, and with the tops to look into the wide world! Then would the birds build nests among my branches: and when there was a breeze, I could bend with as much stateliness as the others!"
Neither the sunbeams, nor the birds, nor the red clouds which morning and evening sailed above him, gave the little Tree any pleasure.
In winter, when the snow lay glittering on the ground, a hare would often come leaping along, and jump right over the little Tree. Oh, that made him so angry! But two winters were past, and in the third the Tree was so large that the hare was obliged to go round it. "To grow and grow, to get older and be tall," thought the Tree --"that, after all, is the most delightful thing in the world!"
In autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees. This happened every year; and the young Fir Tree, that had now grown to a very comely size, trembled at the sight; for the magnificent great trees fell to the earth with noise and cracking, the branches were lopped off, and the trees looked long and bare; they were hardly to be recognised; and then they were laid in carts, and the horses dragged them out of the wood.
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Where did they go to? What became of them?
In spring, when the swallows and the storks came, the Tree asked them, "Don't you know where they have been taken? Have you not met them anywhere?"
The swallows did not know anything about it; but the Stork looked musing, nodded his head, and said, "Yes; I think I know; I met many ships as I was flying hither from Egypt; on the ships were magnificent masts, and I venture to assert that it was they that smelt so of fir. I may congratulate you, for they lifted themselves on high most majestically!"
"Oh, were I but old enough to fly across the sea! But how does the sea look in reality? What is it like?"
"That would take a long time to explain," said the Stork, and with these words off he went.
"Rejoice in thy growth!" said the Sunbeams. "Rejoice in thy vigorous growth, and in the fresh life that moveth within thee!"
And the Wind kissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him; but the Fir understood it not.
When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down: trees which often were not even as large or of the same age as this Fir Tree, who could never rest, but always wanted to be off. These young trees, and they were always the finest looking, retained their branches; they were laid on carts, and the horses drew them out of the wood.
"Where are they going to?" asked the Fir. "They are not taller than I; there was one indeed that was considerably shorter; and why do they retain all their branches? Whither are they taken?"
"We know! We know!" chirped the Sparrows. "We have peeped in at the windows in the town below! We know whither they are taken! The greatest splendor and the greatest magnificence one can imagine await them. We peeped through the windows, and saw them planted in the middle of the warm room and ornamented with the most splendid things, with gilded apples, with gingerbread, with toys, and many hundred lights!
"And then?" asked the Fir Tree, trembling in every bough. "And then? What happens then?"
"We did not see anything more: it was incomparably beautiful."
"I would fain know if I am destined for so glorious a career," cried the Tree, rejoicing. "That is still better than to cross the sea! What a longing do I suffer! Were Christmas but come! I am now tall, and my branches spread like the others that were carried off last year! Oh! were I but already on the cart! Were I in the warm room with all the splendor and magnificence! Yes; then something better, something still grander, will surely follow, or wherefore should they thus ornament me? Something better, something still grander must follow -- but what? Oh, how I long, how I suffer! I do not know myself what is the matter with me!"
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"Rejoice in our presence!" said the Air and the Sunlight. "Rejoice in thy own fresh youth!"
But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grew and grew, and was green both winter and summer. People that saw him said, "What a fine tree!" and towards Christmas he was one of the first that was cut down. The axe struck deep into the very pith; the Tree fell to the earth with a sigh; he felt a pang -- it was like a swoon; he could not think of happiness, for he was sorrowful at being separated from his home, from the place where he had sprung up. He well knew that he should never see his dear old comrades, the little bushes and flowers around him, anymore; perhaps not even the birds! The departure was not at all agreeable.
The Tree only came to himself when he was unloaded in a court-yard with the other trees, and heard a man say, "That one is splendid! We don't want the others." Then two servants came in rich livery and carried the Fir Tree into a large and splendid drawing-room. Portraits were hanging on the walls, and near the white porcelain stove stood two large Chinese vases with lions on the covers. There, too, were large easy-chairs, silken sofas, large tables full of picture-books and full of toys, worth hundreds and hundreds of crowns -- at least the children said so. And the Fir Tree was stuck upright in a cask that was filled with sand; but no one could see that it was a cask, for green cloth was hung all round it, and it stood on a large gaily-colored carpet. Oh! how the Tree quivered! What was to happen? The servants, as well as the young ladies, decorated it. On one branch there hung little nets cut out of colored paper, and each net was filled with sugarplums; and among the other boughs gilded apples and walnuts were suspended, looking as though they had grown there, and little blue and white tapers were placed among the leaves. Dolls that looked for all the world like men -- the Tree had never beheld such before -- were seen among the foliage, and at the very top a large star of gold tinsel was fixed. It was really splendid -- beyond description splendid.
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"This evening!" they all said. "How it will shine this evening!"
"Oh!" thought the Tree. "If the evening were but come! If the tapers were but lighted! And then I wonder what will happen! Perhaps the other trees from the forest will come to look at me! Perhaps the sparrows will beat against the windowpanes! I wonder if I shall take root here, and winter and summer stand covered with ornaments!"
He knew very much about the matter -- but he was so impatient that for sheer longing he got a pain in his back, and this with trees is the same thing as a headache with us.
The candles were now lighted -- what brightness! What splendor! The Tree trembled so in every bough that one of the tapers set fire to the foliage. It blazed up famously.
"Help! Help!" cried the young ladies, and they quickly put out the fire.
Now the Tree did not even dare tremble. What a state he was in! He was so uneasy lest he should lose something of his splendor, that he was quite bewildered amidst the glare and brightness; when suddenly both folding-doors opened and a troop of children rushed in as if they would upset the Tree. The older persons followed quietly; the little ones stood quite still. But it was only for a moment; then they shouted that the whole place re-echoed with their rejoicing; they danced round the Tree, and one present after the other was pulled off.
"What are they about?" thought the Tree. "What is to happen now!" And the lights burned down to the very branches, and as they burned down they were put out one after the other, and then the children had permission to plunder the Tree. So they fell upon it with such violence that all its branches cracked; if it had not been fixed firmly in the ground, it would certainly have tumbled down.
The children danced about with their beautiful playthings; no one looked at the Tree except the old nurse, who peeped between the branches; but it was only to see if there was a fig or an apple left that had been forgotten.
"A story! A story!" cried the children, drawing a little fat man towards the Tree. He seated himself under it and said, "Now we are in the shade, and the Tree can listen too. But I shall tell only one story. Now which will you have; that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Humpy-Dumpy, who tumbled downstairs, and yet after all came to the throne and married the princess?"
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"Ivedy-Avedy," cried some; "Humpy-Dumpy," cried the others. There was such a bawling and screaming -- the Fir Tree alone was silent, and he thought to himself, "Am I not to bawl with the rest? Am I to do nothing whatever?" for he was one of the company, and had done what he had to do.
And the man told about Humpy-Dumpy that tumbled down, who notwithstanding came to the throne, and at last married the princess. And the children clapped their hands, and cried. "Oh, go on! Do go on!" They wanted to hear about Ivedy-Avedy too, but the little man only told them about Humpy-Dumpy. The Fir Tree stood quite still and absorbed in thought; the birds in the wood had never related the like of this. "Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he married the princess! Yes, yes! That's the way of the world!" thought the Fir Tree, and believed it all, because the man who told the story was so good-looking. "Well, well! who knows, perhaps I may fall downstairs, too, and get a princess as wife! And he looked forward with joy to the morrow, when he hoped to be decked out again with lights, playthings, fruits, and tinsel.
"I won't tremble to-morrow!" thought the Fir Tree. "I will enjoy to the full all my splendor! To-morrow I shall hear again the story of Humpy-Dumpy, and perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy too." And the whole night the Tree stood still and in deep thought.
In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in.
"Now then the splendor will begin again," thought the Fir. But they dragged him out of the room, and up the stairs into the loft: and here, in a dark corner, where no daylight could enter, they left him. "What's the meaning of this?" thought the Tree. "What am I to do here? What shall I hear now, I wonder?" And he leaned against the wall lost in reverie. Time enough had he too for his reflections; for days and nights passed on, and nobody came up; and when at last somebody did come, it was only to put some great trunks in a corner, out of the way. There stood the Tree quite hidden; it seemed as if he had been entirely forgotten.
"'Tis now winter out-of-doors!" thought the Tree. "The earth is hard and covered with snow; men cannot plant me now, and therefore I have been put up here under shelter till the spring-time comes! How thoughtful that is! How kind man is, after all! If it only were not so dark here, and so terribly lonely! Not even a hare! And out in the woods it was so pleasant, when the snow was on the ground, and the hare leaped by; yes -- even when he jumped over me; but I did not like it then! It is really terribly lonely here!"
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"Squeak! Squeak!" said a little Mouse, at the same moment, peeping out of his hole. And then another little one came. They snuffed about the Fir Tree, and rustled among the branches.
"It is dreadfully cold," said the Mouse. "But for that, it would be delightful here, old Fir, wouldn't it?"
"I am by no means old," said the Fir Tree. "There's many a one considerably older than I am."
"Where do you come from," asked the Mice; "and what can you do?" They were so extremely curious. "Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the earth. Have you never been there? Were you never in the larder, where cheeses lie on the shelves, and hams hang from above; where one dances about on tallow candles: that place where one enters lean, and comes out again fat and portly?"
"I know no such place," said the Tree. "But I know the wood, where the sun shines and where the little birds sing." And then he told all about his youth; and the little Mice had never heard the like before; and they listened and said,
"Well, to be sure! How much you have seen! How happy you must have been!"
"I!" said the Fir Tree, thinking over what he had himself related. "Yes, in reality those were happy times." And then he told about Christmas-eve, when he was decked out with cakes and candles.
"Oh," said the little Mice, "how fortunate you have been, old Fir Tree!"
"I am by no means old," said he. "I came from the wood this winter; I am in my prime, and am only rather short for my age."
"What delightful stories you know," said the Mice: and the next night they came with four other little Mice, who were to hear what the Tree recounted: and the more he related, the more he remembered himself; and it appeared as if those times had really been happy times. "But they may still come -- they may still come! Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he got a princess!" and he thought at the moment of a nice little Birch Tree growing out in the woods: to the Fir, that would be a real charming princess.
"Who is Humpy-Dumpy?" asked the Mice. So then the Fir Tree told the whole fairy tale, for he could remember every single word of it; and the little Mice jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree. Next night two more Mice came, and on Sunday two Rats even; but they said the stories were not interesting, which vexed the little Mice; and they, too, now began to think them not so very amusing either.
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"Do you know only one story?" asked the Rats.
"Only that one," answered the Tree. "I heard it on my happiest evening; but I did not then know how happy I was."
"It is a very stupid story! Don't you know one about bacon and tallow candles? Can't you tell any larder stories?"
"No," said the Tree.
"Then good-bye," said the Rats; and they went home.
At last the little Mice stayed away also; and the Tree sighed: "After all, it was very pleasant when the sleek little Mice sat round me, and listened to what I told them. Now that too is over. But I will take good care to enjoy myself when I am brought out again."
But when was that to be? Why, one morning there came a quantity of people and set to work in the loft. The trunks were moved, the tree was pulled out and thrown -- rather hard, it is true -- down on the floor, but a man drew him towards the stairs, where the daylight shone.
"Now a merry life will begin again," thought the Tree. He felt the fresh air, the first sunbeam -- and now he was out in the courtyard. All passed so quickly, there was so much going on around him, the Tree quite forgot to look to himself. The court adjoined a garden, and all was in flower; the roses hung so fresh and odorous over the balustrade, the lindens were in blossom, the Swallows flew by, and said, "Quirre-vit! My husband is come!" but it was not the Fir Tree that they meant.
"Now, then, I shall really enjoy life," said he exultingly, and spread out his branches; but, alas, they were all withered and yellow! It was in a corner that he lay, among weeds and nettles. The golden star of tinsel was still on the top of the Tree, and glittered in the sunshine.
In the court-yard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at Christmas round the Fir Tree, and were so glad at the sight of him. One of the youngest ran and tore off the golden star.
"Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, trampling on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet.
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And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in the loft; he thought of his first youth in the wood, of the merry Christmas-eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure to the story of Humpy-Dumpy.
"'Tis over -- 'tis past!" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I had reason to do so! But now 'tis past, 'tis past!"
And the gardener's boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a whole heap lying there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large brewing copper, and it sighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot.
The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star on his breast which the Tree had had on the happiest evening of his life. However, that was over now -- the Tree gone, the story at an end. All, all was over -- every tale must end at last.
http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/FirTree.shtml
50 felipe
I went to my mom’s house. Because. I missed her.
I missed my mom. So I went to visit her.
By: Felipe Marin Figueroa. 12/14/2009
I missed my mom. So I went to visit her.
By: Felipe Marin Figueroa. 12/14/2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Brandon Thank you Ma'am
Thank you ma’am
In the beginning of Thank you ma’am there is a boy named roger who try’s to steal a woman’s purse so he can get some new shoes. In the end he ends up getting the shoes
In the beginning Roger runs up to Mrs. Jones and try’s to steal her purse. The purse was so heavy that the strap broke and he fell on his butt Mrs. Jones grabbed him and started shaking him some people stopped to watch and some just ignored it and moved on.
After Mrs. Jones was yelling at him she took him to her house and started cooking some food. She left the purse on her bed and roger looked back and forth and decided not to take the purse and eat the food Mrs. Jones gave him.
In the end of the story Roger Said Thank you Ma’am and started to walk away but Mrs. Jones stopped him and gave him the money he needed and she said “ don’t take money from me or any one else if you asked it would have been easier.
Roger learned that stealing is wrong and I think that the theme is if you’re nice to others they will be nice to you.
In the beginning of Thank you ma’am there is a boy named roger who try’s to steal a woman’s purse so he can get some new shoes. In the end he ends up getting the shoes
In the beginning Roger runs up to Mrs. Jones and try’s to steal her purse. The purse was so heavy that the strap broke and he fell on his butt Mrs. Jones grabbed him and started shaking him some people stopped to watch and some just ignored it and moved on.
After Mrs. Jones was yelling at him she took him to her house and started cooking some food. She left the purse on her bed and roger looked back and forth and decided not to take the purse and eat the food Mrs. Jones gave him.
In the end of the story Roger Said Thank you Ma’am and started to walk away but Mrs. Jones stopped him and gave him the money he needed and she said “ don’t take money from me or any one else if you asked it would have been easier.
Roger learned that stealing is wrong and I think that the theme is if you’re nice to others they will be nice to you.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Manuel
"Thank You Ma'm"
In story "Thank You M'am" the theme is trusting others. In the bigining of the story Roger is
yust a street boy who wants to buy new shoose. So he tries to steel the purse of a women in the street but the women stops him. In the middle of the story Roger starts to understands that steling is not good. The reason that he starts understanding that steeling is not good is because the women starts trusting him. At the end of the story Roger is thank full white the women and understands that the women trust him.
In the bigining of the story Roger is yust a street boy. In the story Roger is tring to
get new blue suede shoes. The reason I think he lives in the street's is because it is 11
at nigth and most people are at home at that time an he isa kid. Also in the story it says
that the boy has a really dearty face and most of the street pearsons have dearty faces.
But in the middle of the story he starts changing.
In the middle of the book Roger starts changing in some way. He see's that the women
also known as Mrs Luella Bates Jones starts to trust him so he starts chanching. He also
see's that the women cares for him and dosen yust want him to get in troble. And he starts
to under stand that steeling is not good. At the end of the story he is happy and understand
tha stelling is not good and other stuff.
At the end of the story he is thankfull with the women and understands that steeling is not
good. In the end he is thakfull because the women did't put him in jail. And also she gives him money for the shoose. And he figures out tha steling is not good.
I learned from the story a lot of stuff. One thing that I learnedis that you should be thankfull
for what you have. In my opinion this is a pretty good book. The reason i think thise is because
you can learn a lot of stuff from it. A lso ther are a lot of themes in thise story and you can learn
a lot of stuff from temes.
christian s. thank you ma'am
Why do people do what they do? I believe they don't think about the outcome. The theme of this story " Thank You Ma'am" is that it's worth your time to teach others right from wrong. Everybody wants to see themselves with a positive image rather than commiting a criminimal act and most likely going to jail. People that are not honest are not respected. Some of the consequences of stealing is going to jail, having a criminal record, feeling shame, and poor self esteem.
Mrs.Bates showed Roger right from wrong by doing the following: not calling the police, feeding him, cleaning him up, and giving him ten dollars for new shoes. This was her way of showing, that she cared about him. Kindness always pays off.
In the end Roger becomes a respectable person and a lesson is learned. I have learned that crime does not pay. The morale of the story is that you should take your time to teach someone right from wrong because you can change their life in a positive way.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Thank you Ma'am- Jose
In the story Thank you ma there was boy name Roger was a criminal. Roger finds a big large woman walking home at 11:00 with a big purse. Roger decides to rob the purse and get away, but doesn’t work and learns a big lesson!
The beginning Roger is a little boy criminal that finds a large woman carry a big purse at 11:00 PM. Roger tries to steal the purse, but since the purse was to big and Roger was running so fast we trip and felled. The large woman kicks Roger and takes him home. Roger was scared out of his mind!
During at the woman’s home Roger was scared and wanted to make a run for it, but didn’t! The woman made Roger cleans his face up and teaches Roger a lesson. Roger changes his way of action and learns a lesson!
In the end Roger turns into nice boy than a criminal and offers to help the woman out. Roger learns lesson of strangers can somehow help you. Later on the story the woman lets Roger go home and Roger becomes a better person.
The lesson of the story is never think bad thoughts about people, because later on they might be the ones the help you. A love one of friend can always change you into a better person of you aren’t good. Remember that you can always change how you are going to be and be a better person.
The beginning Roger is a little boy criminal that finds a large woman carry a big purse at 11:00 PM. Roger tries to steal the purse, but since the purse was to big and Roger was running so fast we trip and felled. The large woman kicks Roger and takes him home. Roger was scared out of his mind!
During at the woman’s home Roger was scared and wanted to make a run for it, but didn’t! The woman made Roger cleans his face up and teaches Roger a lesson. Roger changes his way of action and learns a lesson!
In the end Roger turns into nice boy than a criminal and offers to help the woman out. Roger learns lesson of strangers can somehow help you. Later on the story the woman lets Roger go home and Roger becomes a better person.
The lesson of the story is never think bad thoughts about people, because later on they might be the ones the help you. A love one of friend can always change you into a better person of you aren’t good. Remember that you can always change how you are going to be and be a better person.
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