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Mini Saga Inside the wagon potion bottles lined the walls on old wooden shelves. “Are you one of those phony medicine men that sell fake potions?” asked Hubert. “No I am not” said Max proudly “Here try this” and he handed Emiline one of the bottles from one of the shelves... A Girl and Her Pig By  Amy J. La Brake 



Chapter One Once there was a beautiful girl, her name was Emiline. She lived in the middle the Kingdom of Strell with her mother, her father and the family pot-bellied guard pig named Hubert. The shack which they lived in was small and ran down with two large windows and a door that creaked. The house was very bare with little furnishings and some to no decorations. One day out of the blue Emilines mother spoke out and said “You must go out and make your fortune, there is no milk or meat left in our cupboard and we have run out of bread. We are as poor as church mice!” Obediently Emiline gathered her things into a small carpet bag. As she was doing so her mother said “Oh, and you should take Hubert along with you, you’ll be needing a good guard pig, we have no further use for him here there’s nothing left to steal”.

 Chapter Two She kissed her mother and her father goodbye and with a tear in her eye she left the small building she called home. Walking down the street of the poorer part of the kingdom Emiline saw many people rushing by but also saw many unemployed people sitting on the cobblestones with a cup begging for skemps. She thought to herself “This isn’t going to be as easy as I thought it would be”.  As she went her stomach grumbled, she stopped at a food cart that soled traveler’s bread. She took a small loaf that she bought with the small amount of money she had with her and sat down on a bench that was shaded by a small fig tree. Sitting on the bench she looked down into Hubert’s sparkling brown eyes and said to him “Oh Hubert, I wish you could talk to me now” “But I can talk” replied Hubert. “What, did you say something?” “Yes, I did” “How can you do that, your only a guard pig!?” exclaimed Emiline. “Well my story is a simple one” and so Hubert told his story “When I was just a wee piglet I was the runt on the farm so they were going to do away with me they was, so along came a witch and she took me away to raise me as her own” and he continued “and she raised me for a couple of weeks and then she put a spell on me. She said “Since we are going to the market tomorrow I am going to give you a special gift. I grant you the gift of speech but can only use it if your new owner wishes you to” So that’s my story” “Wow, that’s magnificent” said Emiline.

Under the tree there was an old well with the most clear, pure water she had ever seen. She took out the cup that she had packed with her clothes and other belongings and dipped it into the well’s water. The water tasted like nothing else, and just then she saw a cart being pulled by a short pony with the words “Magnificent Marvels! Palm Readings! Potions! Come see Max!” painted on the side and below it was painted “Help wanted”. “That looks like a good start, wizards are always right after all” blurted Hubert. They ran after the slow moving caravan wagon and easily caught up to it. After a while the cart stopped and a short, stubby man stepped out and set up a sign that said “Magnificent Max” and then Max noticed the two standing there watching him. “Can I help you with something?” “Yes were here about the job that’s on-” said Emiline as Max cut in “Oh! That’s fantastic, come in, come in!”

 Inside the wagon potion bottles lined the walls on old wooden shelves. “Are you one of those phony medicine men that sell fake potions?” asked Hubert. “No I am not” said Max proudly “Here try this” and he handed Emiline one of the bottles from one of the shelves, it was called shrinking serum. Emiline put the bottle to her lips and took a sip, and suddenly she shrunk down to the size of a small dorm mouse. And he passed her another bottle with the words growing powder on the label. She took a small pinch and placed it in her mouth and she grew to her normal size. “Wow, no kidding, after all wizards” “I know are always right” Emiline cut in. Chapter 3 After they agreed to take the job from the medicine man they left the wagon to see if any customers had arrived yet. The street was swarming with activity. Hundreds of people were crowded on the cobbles waiting for the medicine man. First Max called up an elderly, stooped woman. He asked her “and what might be your problem, milady?” “It’s my hips and my knees they don’t work right anymore” “Well then” said Max, then he went inside his wagon and came out with two bottles one labeled plainly “Knees” and the other “Hips”. He also brought out a drinking glass, he poured some of the two bottles in the drinking cup and handed the glass to the elderly woman “Drink it all, every last drop” And she did every last drop then she hopped, skipped, and jumped for joy, for her hips and knees where healed. “How much do I owe you Max?” asked the woman. “Only two brass skemps for you today” she cheerfully took out her change purse “Only that much? Bless your soul Max” she handed the money to Max and skipped away.

Throughout the day Max nearly gave all of his potions away for no money at all. “Well now that the day is over I need to get more ingredients for my potions. To the well” they headed toward the well that Emiline had drank from earlier that day.

When they reached the well Max dipped a large wood pail he had brought with him in the water. It returned full of sparkling water. Next Max led them down the back ways of town to a place they had never seen before. It was a magic shop full of herbs, spices, and strange ingredients. Max bought various spices that Emiline had never heard of before. When they got back to the wagon Max boiled the water and the spices together and restocked the shelves with bottled potions. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; text-align: center;">Chapter Four <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">So Emiline, Max and Hubert set off for new adventures in different reaches of the world. <span style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif; text-align: center;">The End

deangroom activity #2 1-3-12

The two kangaroos had just finished playing on the seesaw, when a giant tofu square stomped by, which had recently lost it's soy sauce, squirted wasabi into the barn, and onto the kangaroos, so the kangaroos wouldn't try to box with him. Tofu made a sort of cushion on the barn floor with his wasabi, and the tofu immediately sat down in it and fell asleep. At the last moment Kanga, the large, motherly brown kangaroo who took care of all the other kangaroos, came hopping loudly in, karate kicking the tofu.

1-4-12 Saga: 50 words


 * 1) 2. ...And the tofu ninja square karate kicked the wasabi and said "take that spicy, green stuff" and just then the soy sauce walked into the Asian restaurant and saw the two of them fighting. He stood up and punched them both in the face and yelled “I win loser foods!!”

Rough Draft of my Utopia story.
 * ~ Beginning ||~ Middle ||~ End ||
 * = My three main characters are Emiline, Hubert and Max. ||= They all get to know each other better. ||= It's an easy ending, no real big twists. ||
 * = Emiline is out seeking her fortune. ||= Hubert can talk. ||= No I did not really use foreshadowing in my story. ||
 * = They are going seeking people who need help. ||= The three of them going to the magical well. ||=  ||