My Dream Pet

Besides of course a bird of prey (hawk, owl, eagle, vulture...) my most desired pet would have to be a Ferret, and here's why...

1: Do you know what will happen if you let a ferret out of it's cage...(pause for suspense effect) it will RUN AROUND.

2: They keep the unwanted vermin out of the house/yard.

3: They're like a cross between a cat and a dog... and a rat... and a snake (long body and neck) making it the ultimate pet.

4: They're small. And everyone knows small animals have small poops.

5: But they're not too small. About 20'' + 5'' tail.

6: Their name literally means "little thief", cant top that...

7: It'd be cool to teach it tricks. "Nice, your dog can roll over. My ferret can chase gophers out of their hiding places and then DEVOUR THEM!!!

8: they are very social. A group of ferrets is actually called a "business".

9: They dance when they're happy.

10: They're so cute! And cool looking. I mean they are like... see for yourself,

11: They have a tank named after them.

12: And finally (start whispering) "If you let a ferret out of it's cage... it will RUN AROUND!"

Unfortunately the ownership of ferrets in California is illegal, so this will have to remain a dream... ish

When I'm Bored

You know when you go to bed but your not really tired so your mind just starts wandering? Or maybe your in a really boring class and you just start thinking up random scenarios. Anyway this happens to me all the time, so I figured I'd write about it. The following are all "a guy walks in with a gun" scenarios.

Someone steps into my room with a hand gun, while I'm in bed . It is obvious he plans to kill me... I don't know why... So I use my legs to fling my covers over him as I grab one of my knives and roll to the floor. While the invader regains balance and tried to untangle himself I trip him grab, the wrist of his gun-hand, twist it, and disarm him. At this point I get up as fast as I can and back up to a wall with his gun and my knife pointed at him. He is now my prisoner, and I instruct him to grab my cell phone and call the police for me. 

Or maybe I'm in church and some guy with a gun walks in and starts cappin' people. If I'm not one of the firs ones down I duck behind the chairs (like everyone else will), and pull out my little church knife (no joke I have a couple little knives that I wear when I'm not working... when I am working I carry a big knife). When the terrorist turns his back I stand up and throw my knife. If he is stationary and close enough to me the knife should stick. at that point I use the momentum from my throw to charge him. Hopefully the shock and pain will throw him off long enough to give my time to take him down. Then it's a matter of holding him down long enough for someone to help me take his gun.

So I'm in school and a guy walks in with a gun and starts shooting. I'm in my class room so he doesn't see me. I run to the door and hide next to it as close to the ground as I can get. I wait for him to come in, and when he does I jump up, grab his gun, and point it up and to the side as I use my upward jump to knee him in the chin. Then while he's off balance pull him into the room by his gun and swing the door into his face. I'm still pulling his gun but the door kinda stopped his body so he has to let go of the weapon. Now I take the gun, turn it on the intruder and have another student call the po-po.

These are all very unrealistic, and would probably all end in me getting shot in the face, but that's just some of the stuff that goes through my head when I'm bored... ish

'Cmon Guys!

Okay we've been a while without posts (mostly because of Christmas). And I'm not just talking about me, I'm talking about the people I follow on blogger. So I have decided, all on my own, to challenge you all to take up some of the following prompts.

!: A raindrop for a day (mostly just so you know how I feel).

@: How you would protect yourself if someone attacked you in your room.

#: List of new years resolutions you plan to break.

$: Where would you go if you had a week to spend traveling.

%: The Doctor shows up at your house...

^: A poem (no Haiku's)

&: A drawing of the robot you wanted as a kid.

*: Come the Zombie Apocalypse what weapon(s), would you use.

(: Where you want to live when you grow up. (realistically)

!): If you were stranded on Jurassic Park who would you want to be with you. (Bear hunting: you don't have to run faster than the bear, you just have to run faster than your buddy.)

These are all off the top of my head so have fun with them. If you don't like any of them at least write something worth reading por favor... ish

Dang I have Young Wrikis this week, don't I?

 (last episode) Aight let's see what I can do. I'm working under pressure and on a time limit soooo wish me luck!

Theodore was standing at the top of a hill looking over a city, a very strange city. There were so many automobiles. Cars literally covered the streets and there were four or five planes flying overhead. there were also other aircraft flying over the city. They almost looked like the cab of a car but they had a long tail and a huge set of propellers on top that kept them airborne. Theodore began to hear again and noticed that from the city nobody spoke. The only sounds that came from the little town were those of the vehicles. Motors hummed on the ground and in the air. Horns were constantly honking. And he heard the siren of a police car. As he stood there Theodore heard the crash of an accident. He searched the streets for the sound he had heard, and saw nothing but a blocked up road where all the cars were bumper to bumper sitting in the road stopped.
He thought maybe he should help. He knew something of medicine and might have something to offer in a car accident situation. However he couldn't move. He tried to pull his feet off the ground but they wouldn't obey. He looked down and gasped. He seemed to have no feet, or legs, or anything for that matter. He had no body. fingers, hands, back, nose, all gone. He looked around and concluded that this was some sort of dream. Yes, he had fallen unconscious earlier during the strange tornado.
"Well if this is a dream," Theodore tried to say but lacking a mouth it was left as nothing but a thought, "if this is a dream I might as well just go along with it." Just then his vision swooped toward the center of the city. As he flew over the cars he looked at the people. Most of them looked bored and tired. the people who were stuck in traffic looked angry and exasperated. None of them looked worried about what might have happened to the people involved in the accident. Some of them looked at their watches as if they didn't have time for tragic events, while others looked at small devices in their hands. Theodore was very confused at what he was seeing. Where had he gone?

Part 5 (might as well)

We did this for a few months, spending all day at the fort, going hunting before dark, and then returning to town with fresh meet and food from the greenhouse. From the day we found the secret base I mostly stopped letting boys join the youngsters. I only let three kids in during this time. Jose was actually studying to be an airplane pilot, so I agreed to let him help us out. Grant and Matt were both into hunting and they both had their own equipment. Apparently they were out hunting when the storm hit. The storm is what people had started calling the attack that... Well, you know what happened...

Winter in town was hard, as we expected, but just about everyone survived. Gramps was very good at organizing people and keeping everyone calm, even through some of the toughest storms. Soon it was Spring, and then summer. The town was becoming very healthy. We had farms built, and medical re-advancements (we had an actual doctor). We also found a couple other towns like ours, and developed some trade with them. Turns out an entire hospital had survived and they were trying to take care of all the patients. So we traded work for medicine. 

Unfortunately not everyone on earth was settling down and rebuilding. One summer evening after a church meeting our town was raided. Nobody was hurt, but a small group of refuges came and stole food from our stores at gunpoint. I doubt they had any ammo but I wasn't going to risk it. After that I volunteered the youngsters to help patrol the town and build a wall. If you've ever read Nehemiah (book of the Bible) then you can get an idea of what it was like in our town after we found that there might be enemy threats. Everyone pitched in to build the wall. Gramps assigned where everyone would build (as close to their own home as possible). Eventually we weren't only a town but a fort, and we didn't have much trouble after that. I mean who wants to go up against a town full of prepared healthy people that are defending their homes. 

I still had the youngsters patrol the walls and the granary, each with a concealed hand gun. I still didn't want anyone to know we had found real weapons. I mean we're kids. They'd probably take them away and tell us  to sit in the corner or something.

Then it happened...A group people of people in our little town were especially angry about the storm and decided to go out to the nearest bombing site and mess around with the red field of posts. Gramps was against the little raid and tried to convince the people not to go, but they didn't listen. All the youngsters were in town due to the fact that it was Saturday, and none of them left with the mob.
The nearest bomb site was about a mile away, so sometimes we could hear the banging and crashing of hammers and rocks on metal posts. Everyone who stayed in town waited for about six hours for the angry mob to return. After all those hours of listening to the clanging coming from the bomb site everyone was surprised and frightened by the sound of an explosion. At the time I was sitting and talking to Gramps in front of his little hut, but as soon as I heard the loud boom I ran to the wall. One of the younglings, Grant actually, was patrolling the wall and was looking toward the site for a few seconds before turning to me and yelling "Hostile aircraft spotted sir!" I knew it was directed toward me and that he was waiting for my orders but for a minute I was stuck. My heart stopped, my brain shut down. I had a flash back of standing in front of my old church youth group to present the memory verse. I remembered standing there and, after all the preparation I had gone through, being unable to put my thoughts into words. I realized the reason I didn't wan to be a leader was because I was afraid. I was afraid to be responsible for people's lives.Another explosion woke me from my daze. This was real and now. I had to be a leader, no matter how much I didn't want to.
"Get your brother and go to the fort!" I yelled to Grant. I saw Zach come from around the corner of the big house that started our town. "Zach, get all the boys and meet me at the western gate! Gramps get all the men ready for... anything! everyone else should get inside and hide. Don't put them in the bit house that might be the first target in an attack on the village." I stopped for a moment, realizing that I had just told basically the mayor what to do. Gramps just looked at me, smiled a little, and started to carry out my orders. Then I ran to the gate, calling all the youngsters I saw on the way to follow me.
When I got there I found that Hammy was there with Jose and Shawn. "You three," I said to them,"stay here and help Gramps."
I waited another minute for Zach to round up  a few more boys. When they were all assembled in front of the gate I took the lead and opened the gate as we heard another explosion. Was it just me or was that one closer that time.
It took us three minutes to get a wooded area near the river and find the first villager. He was running toward us at full speed yelling "They're back! Run!" A few of my boys slowed down a little. I wanted nothing but to run the other way. My mind was telling me to panic and try to save myself. I knew though, that I had to do something. I lead my team past more scared running people. Some of them were limping and one was being carried.
I looked up and hovering over us was a round metal sphere about the size of a basketball. The whole thing began to glow green. Then the green concentrated to one point on the ball. I had seen enough Doctor Who to know what happened next. "Everybody down!" I yelled, and my team jumped to the ground, hiding behind trees and rocks. I ducked as a beam of green light flew over my head and and exploded behind me. I was thrown forward by the explosion but somewhat safely landed on a rock-free patch of grass. I had very little time to be thankful for my soft landing though, because the orb had began to glow again. "Fire!" I was surprised to find my voice squeak a little as I grabbed for my hidden weapon. Soon my whole team was shooting at the ball. The bullets only left little dents in the metal. The glowing started to gather on the orb and it was pointing to the middle of the group. "Spread out!" Everyone ran in different directions. The beam missed. I jumped to my right, got behind a large rock and took aim, as the sphere began to glow again. This time the glow seemed to be focusing on me. I shot, but the bullet glanced of the side of the ball. everything was in slow motion. The green light was almost completely concentrated. I shot again. The bullet flew and hit the orb right in it's center, right in the point where the glow was gathering. And Bang! no more metal basketball.
I was so relieved to have killed it. I could now go back to the village and sit in my hut and rest. Just as I started climbing out of my hiding spot a green light shot in front of my vision and a tree exploded to my left I shielded my eyes with my arms as splinters flew everywhere. The explosion was close enough to knock me on my back, this time on the rock I was hiding behind. As I tried to regain my breath I heard more gunshots and rolled over. There in front of me were two more orbs. "Aim for the glow! Wait till the last second!" I hoped everyone heard me. As the orbs prepared to fire I aimed for the bright point. I fired, but the exploding sound wasn't coming from my target. I had missed and the beam had landed right next to a tree that one of my men was behind. I heard him yell in pain as the explosion threw him into the open. Caleb's legs were badly burned and he was plastered with dirt. He laid there moaning, but not moving. Both orbs begin take aim on him. I pulled myself to my feet and fired madly at one of the spheres. Then I saw Sam run to Caleb, grab his arms and start pulling him behind cover. I knew I couldn't hit that tiny point again. the first time was luck. Just as the orbs are about to fire and kill Caleb and Sam, a rocket flies over my head. It shatters one orb and the explosion pushes the other through the air, causing it to miss it's target.
I turned around to see Matt driving a jeep, and Grant in the passenger seat with an RPG on his shoulder and an M4 strapped to his back. Grant was loading another rocket and staring wide eyed at the enemy. I faced the enemy again with new hope. I crouched behind my rock and took aim. The ball was now focusing it's glow on the jeep I pulled the trigger nothing happened... really, out of ammo? Not cool. Matt pulled a shotgun out from next to his seat and took a one handed shot at the orb. Just as the beam began to form the air was filled with orb shards and the sound of victory!

So there's a little action for you. I'm kinda experimenting with this story so honest feedback is cool. Even if you don't like it I give you permission to say so. I want Your opinion so go ahead and comment, and you can be totally honest... ish

Poetry Anyone?

Well seeing as I haven't had any ideas for my boring story, I will freshen things up with some poetry. I wrote all this in my freshmen (or was it sophomore) year, and may or may not be very interesting to you... But I wrote it weather you like it or not so grow up and live with it! ...hehe...

Haikus

Trampolines-
Up, down, flip, and roll
up, down, and hit the ground hard
good old trampolines

Old People-
Red break lights ahead
twelve cars lined up on the road
old people drive slow

Haiku Writing-
Ideas in my mind
which one should I choose today
Haiku writing time!

Candles-
The smell fills the room
lights flickering here and there,
candles make me sweat.

The "Pig Sty"-
It may be stinky,
and it's probably a mess,
but I love my room.

Iambic Pentameter

The Procrastinator-
He sits and thinks of what to write for class
He knows he should have done this yesterday,
He sits and thinks and wonders what to do
He's so confused he leaves the room to play

Other Poetry

I'm Sorry but I'm Not-
It wasn't really my fault
when you were gone this morning,
at home there was no adult
and your cat and I were only playing

It chased the string that was in my hand
I threw the string into a boiling pot,
the cat jumped, only in the pot to land
and now I'm sorry but I'm not.

It's not Raining-
It's not raining
and I'm not sick,
It's not very muddy
and the fog isn't that thick

In fact it is sunny
and there is a light breeze,
But it's not like I'm going
 to go outside and freeze

I could be outside
having fun and getting dirty,
But instead I'm inside
learning about biodiversity

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I write this verse
to explain how I'm feeling,
I'm disappointed with the boys
and the games they've been losing

I'm not looking forward
to another week of school,
and by now I've concluded
that biology is not very cool

But this I must say
In me there is gladness,
because Jesus has saved me
from Hell and other such badness.

...wait I can't say "ish" after that last line. It would be inaccurate. And I can't say "ish" after that ether... this post stinks... :^)... ish

Part 4 (this is a long intro)

Unfortunately I was the one who opened the door so I was once again at the front of a stampede. If being a leader meant I would always be getting run over by the people who are supposedly following me then maybe I should have gotten out of it. Alas I didn't. Luckily I didn't get knocked over this time. As I entered the room I jumped to the side of the doorway and watched as the boys started exploring. From where I was standing I could see most of the room. It was full of computers (all off) and other electric devices that didn't make sense to me and probably didn't work. In the corner of the room there was  door leading down, I guessed, into a basement. Everything was covered in cobwebs. Hammy was, very excitedly, examining the computers, telling anyone who was interested what model they were or what year they were made. It turns out they were all very nice and fairly new.
Surprisingly, when Zach flipped a switch on the wall everything turned on. As everyone found a computer to mess with Sam and I made our way to the trap door. It was not locked so we just opened it. The doorway lead to a dark staircase that turned so that we couldn't see where it lead. Sam and I only stared at each other for a second before smiling and climbing down the stairs.
Now before the Apocalypse I had spent maybe a little too much time watching Indiana Jones movies, so I was very cautious not to set off any booby traps. Fortunately there weren't any, and now that I look back on it, that building was probably used so much that the people who used it didn't want to bother with constantly dodging their own traps.
Now sure I thought the computers upstairs were cool, but when you walk into a giant underground warehouse filled with guns, jeeps, planes, and helicopters it's easy to get a little over whelmed. Sam and I stood there staring as one by one the others came down the stairs to join us. The tunnel seemed to go on forever. Beyond all the cool weapons there were huge stores of canned food and further down the cave was a giant greenhouse. "Don't. touch. anything." I said slow and loud so everyone heard. They all looked disappointed, but nobody argued. We all walked down an aisle in the middle of the room and found that the end was a set of huge metal double doors.
"Okay this is obviously a base built for emergencies." I said as the youngsters gathered around me in front of the doors. "This is an emergency- No Jason that doesn't mean we can test drive the Humvee!- We will tell no one of this place. All anyone needs to know is that this is the youngsters... hideout, fort, base, whatever you want to call it. The thing is we cant let the town take control yet. Now this place probably isn't known of by the military or the government. It must be private, otherwise someone would be here. the owner must not have survived the attack..." And thus started the planing.
We brought all the canned food back to town telling Gramps that we had found a bomb shelter with these provisions, and that we would from now on use that shelter for the youngsters headquarters. Thankfully all the youngsters took the plans very seriously and everyone was in agreement... for the most part. There was a little conflict over who would be in charge of flying the helicopter.
Soon we were all studying manuals and getting the greenhouse planted. I set Hammy in charge of computers and aviation, and I had him pick who he wanted to help him. Zach used to work at a mechanic's shop so I had him take charge of the Jeeps, Humvees and the one tank. The greenhouse was given to Shawn the youngest of the youngsters (also known as shrimp or the sheep). He was so exited to be in charge of something, and being the sun of a farmer, he was very knowledgeable about taking care of a garden.
Hammy somehow (don't ask me I'm not that smart) got internet back on the computers. You have no idea how helpful youtube can be when your trying to learn self defense and hand-to-hand combat. Pretty soon we were all at headquarters learning how to use this stuff and how to fight with guns and our own hands. I realized I was building an army.

This is a long intro, and I'm afraid it will be a short ending...ish