Watership Down

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Traps, Traps and More Traps

   The judges were setting traps for Joan like crazy, but she hadn't fallen for them, yet.  They asked about her voices, meaning to set a trap for her in some way.  

"Did you see angels?" the head judge asked.  "I did." came the reply.  

"Who were the angels?" She answered, "St. Margaret and St. Catherine."  

"Did they wear any jewelry?"  This question was so irreverent and preposterous to Joan that she didn't answer.  

"How did you know who they were?" They asked, and she answered, "Because they told me."

   "Why did you wear male attire in battle and did your voices say to do it?"  "Yes," she answered, "I wore the armor because they told me to and I knew it must be right."  

   Finally the judges gave up. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

The Woolly Lamb

   Grant was in bed one night when a voice in his mind reminded him that Thomas Moore lived only six years of his life in the York dynasty and the rest of his life in the Lancaster dynasty.  The problem with this is that Richard III was from the house of York and was the last of that house until the Lancastrians won the battle of Bosworth.  Thomas Moore had written of Richard as if he knew for a fact everything that he wrote, while he was only writing from hear-say.  This infuriated Grant and he threw Thomas Moore's book on the ground until he realized that he was borrowing it.  
   
   The next day Marta came to visit Grant.  As they were talking she remembered something about a woolly lamb and said goodbye to Grant and left, telling him she had a surprise for him.
   
   Later that afternoon a young man came in with a head of thick curly hair, an overcoat that was much too big, long legs and a pair of glasses.  He reminded Grant of a lamb and the glasses seemed to add to the affect instead of taking away from it.   Grant told him to sit down and the man, Marta's woolly lamb, and Grant started talking.  The man told Grant that he was working at the library and that there he was studying Richard II.  Grant asked him if he knew anything about Richard III, but all he knew was that two men, nicknamed the Cat and the Rat had killed Richard's nephews under Richard's direction.  He did know of a book though that had more about Richard III and he said he could get it for Grant.             

The Seasons

Spring is a time to have fun without measure

Time for all men to be working with pleasure.

Robins are eating the worms with great gusto. 

Being outside for the kids is a must-o!

Summer's the time to be at the seaside

Staying in water so you don't get fried

Playing outside in the grass is so fun

It is so hot that you don't want to run.

Fall is the time to have fireside camp-outs.

Falling off bikes and you have a big wipe-out!
Leaves are all falling so pile them all.

I think that fall is the best of them all!

Christmas

One day in December so cold and so chill

The birds were not singing or making a trill.

While inside all was happiness joy and good cheer

Oh presents were opened for Santa was here!

That night there were cousins and uncles and aunts

All opening presents and I got some pants!

For dinner we had a delicious array

Of Turkey and Green Beans arranged on a tray.

We played with the cousins and thought of a play

With which we had fun and it made us all gay.

Then came the time for the fun to be done

When they all had to leave for there curfew had come.

The Snowball Fight

Pack the snow and pack it tight

Pack the snow with all your might

Tight, tight, tight, tight

For we shall have a snowball fight.

Father, mother, sister, brother

Packing snow to heave at each other

Make some balls so I can smother, 

Father, mother, sister, brother.

Throw a ball up into space 

Have it land right on your face

Want to give you all a taste

Of a snowball on your face.

The Lonely Pirate

As I was out upon the lawn

I turned around and heard a yawn.

Now there was someone standing there

I tried to run but didn't dare.

His eyes were something of a brown.

His biceps muscular and round.

I looked for feet but all I saw 

were stumps of wood cut with the saw.

Of late he'd been a pirate bold.

I wondered if he'd any gold. 

He said he'd show me where it lay 

If I would visit him someday.