Not bad. She was out of practice. She used to do metaphor trios all the time, back when life was long, and she was going to write a novel. She had never really meant to write a novel. She had planned to write a book about her childhood. Some book that would be. Around three pages, since she could scarcely remember her mother, and she had no harrowing stories from foster care. Her water bottle was baking in the sun, and it scattered sand all over her medicine bag when she picked it up.
She snapped the play open, skimmed scene two. The three witches in Macbeth were theatrical gold, with the way they babbled about killing swine and tormenting sailors. Even when they awkwardly circled a pot, hand in hand.
How hokey was that? If only evil could always be visible. You could fight it then. You could do something about it. If only evil wore wild clothing, and spoke in rhymes. The worst evil snuck up, like a nasty compliment. Or if your only friend is a big snake. Of course, death was everywhere in Romeo and Juliet. The tomb was crammed with young dead people at the end. Lulu was on top of her, scrabbling up and licking her ear before Lizzie knew what was happening.
Lizzie shoved her hard, and Lulu flopped backwards off the sunbed onto the sand, still wiggling, and had to be scooped back up in a burst of regret after Lizzie took a quick look around and confirmed that Lulu was on her own.
Lulu lay down and panted. She was too hot, the poor dog. She should be at home, in one of those deeply shadowed Italian houses, built with walls so thick that heat never intruded. That man should be giving a damn about her. Lulu panted some more, and wagged her tail.
Some of the hair on one side was missing. Lizzie picked it up for a closer look. Her foster mothers had been nice, but the kids at school always knew. She would have had to relive middle school in order to write a memoir.
Embrace the suck , cancer patients say to each other. The upside of a her diagnosis? Not thinking about 8 th grade, ever again. They managed to stay relatively cool for another hour. The poor but close and loving Pepper family is devastated by a bout of measles, explained by Mrs.
The very idea at any time would have filled her active, wide-awake little body with horror; and now, here she was! Unlike scarlet fever, measles is well known to cause blindness.
But Dr. Polly Pepper, before she herself gets sick, tells her feverish little sister, Phronsie, funny stories about little chicks snapping up bugs to tempt her into taking one bite and then another of buttered toast; older brother Ben, when he recovers from his own bout of measles, tells wonderful tales to entertain poor Polly, with her bandaged eyes and her enforced idleness. Sickrooms in these books are not necessarily terrible places. And when a child is left stricken—like Mary Ingalls—it is another child who helps her along.
In this work, Colin can leave his wheelchair behind and walk when he gets outside gloomy Misselthwaite Manor and goes into the hidden garden of the title, along with his cousin Mary and Dickon, the local boy who knows the secrets of the Yorkshire moors and the plants and animals that populate them.
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Community Reviews. Not so easy when your own eyes are anything but dry. So what does all this have to do with marketing? Quite a lot. The triangulation between the Castle brand and the associations it carries, the legendary South African cricketer Mark Boucher and this growing outrage about rhino poaching is perfect. The source of the outrage among some not all sadly South Africans stems from the passion they have for this beautiful nation, something for which Castle has always stood.
The bush symbolizes that, the rhino is one of the world famous Big Five and the rhino is under serious threat of extinction. We need to protect the rhino, because we need to protect the bush, because we need to protect certain unique aspects of African values and humanity. It has become a passion for some, admittedly a particular socio-demographic group, it represents their passion for their home.
Sport is a passion, Mark Boucher is a sporting legend and proud South African, Castle sponsors cricket. Oh and by the way, a cold Castle when the sun goes down in the African bush as you bond with your mates, old and new, is just about as good as beer will ever taste. Talk about nailing the drinking occasion….
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