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Essay (Week 11): The Faerie Queen Unit Review

(girl in armor)

I really did enjoy the Faerie Queen unit about Britomart’s quest to find her love. I liked the play on gender and the Britomart’s character. She had both feminine and masculine attributes to her. My favorite story was in the first half of the reading where Britomart saves a Knight from being attacked by six other knights in honor of their queen. The queen, more commonly known as the Lady of Delight, is a narcissistic character and actually falls for Britomart’s looks and strength. Then she discovers that Britomart is actually a female. I found it all very funny and entertaining. As for least favorite stories, I cannot really think of one. I felt that the stories of this unit were pretty good all around. As for background information, I felt that the plots and writing was very straightforward. I liked how you offered the prose version over the poetry version. This made reading it much easier to understand and I could read through it faster without worrying whether or not I misunderstood the reading. However, I do wish there were some vocabulary links or notes with certain terms like squire. Although, it is very easy to look up a word on Google, I always think it is a nice touch when you link a word in the reading or offer more links if we are interested in a certain topic. The overview was a good description of the reading and got me interested in the reading. I knew that I wanted to read this unit from the beginning of the semester and it met my personal expectations. I thought it was a great story! I am somewhat familiar with Shakespearian plays, but I am not as familiar with Arthurian writing so I liked how this unit was a mixture of the two. It gave me great insight on the writing and culture from those days. I think it's a great unit and people should give it a try!

Storytelling (Week 11): The Best Birthday Ever!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Dear Diary,
Today was my birthday! I turned eight years old! Mommy and Daddy took me to eat lunch at my favorite Red Robin so we could celebrate it. Then we got ice cream from Marble Slab. We only go there for birthdays because Mommy says it will hurt my tummy if I eat there too much. After we ate a whole bunch of ice cream, we went to the big kids playground at Regionals Park.

There are two playgrounds at Regionals Park. There is a small one where all the babies and other little kids play on. I used to play on that because Mommy said I wasn’t old enough for the big kids one yet. Now that I am eight, I am big enough! Mommy and Daddy went to the benches where all the other Mommy’s and Daddy’s sat and talked.

I stood in front of the big kids playground and stared at it. It was a lot bigger than it looked from the little kids playground. I was a little bit scared. I knew I was scared, but I didn’t want to go back now! I started to go up the stairs, but I couldn’t stop staring at my feet. When I reached to the top, I took a deep breath and looked everywhere around me. Of to the side where the Mommy’s and Daddy’s couldn't see from the benches, I saw a small boy in the middle of a crowd of kids. The small boy was holding something colorful in his arms. I couldn’t tell what it was from this far. There were six bigger boys standing in a circle and pushing the small boy around.

These bullies! I couldn't stand it! I went down the big kids slide for the first time, but didn’t think anything about it because I was so angry with the bullies! I ran as fast as I could to the crowd.

"Stop it, you big bullies!" I yelled at them while trying to break into the crowd.

"What are you going to do about it? You are just a little girl," said one of the bullies.

“I am not a little girl! I am Britomart and I just turned eight! I’m a big girl now!”

The bullies and the crowd start laughing.

“I mean it! Leave him alone! Why are you shoving him?”


The small boy spoke up, “These six guys are trying to get me to give up my new kite. They want to take it from me, but I got this as a present from my grandpa on my birthday. I don’t want to give it up!”

Another bully responded, “Give it up, squirt! You don’t deserve that!”

Then they started to push him again. I couldn’t reason with these meanies! This time, I kicked one of them in the shins as hard as I could. Then I stepped on two bullies’ feet with all my weight! For the fourth one, I kicked him in the you-know-what and he fell down crying! The last two saw what happened to their friends so they fell on the floor saying, “Please don’t hurt us! We are really sorry!
We just did what they told us to do. We didn’t want to do it. We promise!”

I told them to never bully anyone else again and they ran off.

The small boy said,  “Thanks, Britomart! You are so cool! I’m Knight! Do you want to play with my kite with me?”

“Sure!”

Then my new friend, Knight, and I went off to play with the new kite. Today was the best birthday ever!

Britomart

Author's Note - So my story is based on the story How Britomart Fought with Six Knights from the Faerie Queen unit. In the original story, Britomart is a female disguised as a knight searching all over Faerie Queene on a quest to find her believed-future-husband, Sir Artegall. On her journey, she comes across a knight who are fighting off six other knights. The six knights are loyal subjects to their queen, the Lady of Delight. She is narcissistic and very controlling because she forces any knight with or without a love to be one of her subjects. Britomart is not okay with this and defeats the knights. Basically, in my version, I tried to adapt this story in a modern and kid friendly setting. I wrote the language to be a bit more kiddish and wrote it in first person. I also changed up a lot of the storyline so that it would fit better in a kid setting.

Book: Stories from the Faerie Queene

Author: Mary Macleod

Year Published: 1916

Web Source: Sacred Texts Archive

Reading Diary (Week 11): Faerie Queen

Faerie Queen


Sir Guyon - I LOVE THIS OPENING STORY! I am already in love with the plot. The readings are a bit longer than previous stories I have read, but I think each section has a lot of good details and aren't boring at all so they don't seem like long stories.

The Magic Mirror - I liked this section from the start. I love Britomart's response to the Knight because she wanted to be more than the "typical maiden". I really admire her for that. I like the background stories behind each character as well.

Britomart's Quest - I really like Britomart. She is brave, ambitious, a bit pretentious, and independent. However near the end of this story, Britomart is a bit more feminine. She is pretty much dreaming about a dude. A great contrast to her persona in the beginning of the story. I am stuck in choosing which story I want to write about this week.

 How Britomart Ended Her Quest - After reading this story, it kind of reminded me a bit of Disney's Mulan. Even though it was the end of the story, it ended with the start of another story.  It seems like all the knight stories in this unit were about either fame and glory or a beautiful lady. I still enjoyed it. I suppose each story is fairytale-esque.

Week 10 (Reading Diary): Tejas Legends

Tejas Legends

I really like this unit! I like this more than the Cherokee unit because it is easier to understand and the content is a bit more....realistic? I am not sure if that is the right word. Nonetheless, this is a good unit to read!

When the Storm God Rides - I really liked this reading because it had great content. I liked the descriptions used in here a lot and it is very interesting. I think I can definitely make a really good storytelling out of this! The storm god kind of reminded me of a Pokemon from the first generation. Hahah.

The Plant that Grows in Trees - The thunder bird comes back in to this story. This story was about how the mistletoe started to grow on trees. Inanimate objects have their own dialogue in here, which I have found common in a few Native American stories.

Why the Woodpecker Pecks - I remember reading this story from someone else's storytelling. I cannot remember who, but the retelling was very good. The original story is a bit more gruesome, but it is still an interesting story.

The Cloud that Was Lost - I really liked this story! This may be my favorite from the unit. I love the personifications within this story. It really adds to the story and made me feel more sympathetic for the little cloud while reading the story. It is such a cute story!

Week 9 (Storytelling): The Sweet and Sour of Love and Strawberries

When the Earth was just an infant, there was only one couple.


“Why do you always act like this?!” yelled the man.

“Why do you always ACT LIKE THIS?!” responded the woman.

“You are always so overly sensitive and self-centered. You never consider my feelings over yours.”

“You are always so stubborn and indolent. I cannot do this anymore. Good-bye.”


Then, the woman stormed out of the couple's home. She looked at the sky. It was just after dawn. The new Sun was hardly above the horizon. Angered, the woman headed towards the East, where the land of the Sun was.


“I cannot believe him. He is so arrogant,” she thought to herself.


Three hours passed.

Still heated by the argument from this morning, the woman continued on her journey to the East. Not once did she look back.

However, the man was solemnly sitting in his home. He had been grieving over their fight. The man felt so alone without his wife.


“Why am I an idiot? I should not have let her leave. What if she never comes back? What if she is in danger, but no one is there to save her? I cannot be without her. I must find her and bring her home.”

The man got up and raced towards the entrance of his home. He loved her. He did not want to be without her because of a silly argument. He was determined to bring her back to him.

Then, he heard a mysterious, deep voice say, “Do you love her? Do you want her back?”

The man looked around. He did not see anyone. Nonetheless, he replied, “Yes! Yes, I love her dearly. I do not want to be without her.”

The voice said, “Very well. I will help you.”


At that point, the sun shined brighter than ever. The man realized that he was speaking to Une'`länûñ'hï, the Sun. He was very grateful for the kind act and continued towards the East where his wife had gone.

Meanwhile, the woman continued to walk. She was still upset. Une'`länûñ'hï saw this. He devised a plan for the couple to be reunited so he shined his light on a large patch of delicious huckleberries in front of the woman. However, the woman did not pay attention to them. Then, Une'`länûñ'hï shined his light on the ripest blackberries in front of the woman, but she still did not pay attention to them either. Une'`länûñ'hï continued to shine his bright rays on more berries in front of the woman in order to tempt her. Yet, the unswerving woman still ignored all of them and continued to stride with anger for her husband in each step. Finally, Une'`länûñ'hï shined his light on a patch of delectable strawberries. The woman stopped. This was the first time she had ever seen such a delicious-looking fruit.


“I have never seen an exotic fruit like this!”


Her stomach growled. She realized how hungry she was. The berries were plump and juicy. The sight was mouth-watering. They were screaming for her to eat one.


“I suppose I could take a small break now. I must try this wonderful fruit.”


She swooped down and grabbed a few strawberries. She ate them and indulged in their juicy goodness. While the woman went to grab more, she accidentally looked towards the West. This act caused her to remember the man. Suddenly, a wave of grief fell over her. She missed him dearly and decided she could not live without him. So, she gathered more strawberries and started back towards West. Somewhere along the path, the man and woman found each other.


“I am so sorry for being stubborn and arrogant,” said the man.

“I’m sorry for considering only my feelings. I love you very much,” said the woman.


Then she showed him the new fruit she had found. The man’s eyes opened wide because he had never seen such a fruit. He tried one hungrily.


“These are delicious! Let us go home so that we may enjoy these together.”


The couple lived happily ever after.

Author’s Note - The original storyline is The Origins of Strawberries from the Cherokee Myths unit. I remember reading this story beginning of the semester for the proofreading assignment. I really liked the story and it is partially why I decided to read this unit for this week. So, I decided to write my own version of the story. In the original, the story is strictly third person narrative. I added dialogue to give the characters more personality and life. I also wanted to add a different dynamic to the original plot. The dialogue is a bit modern so it may not fit with the storyline, but I felt that it is the easiest for readers to understand. Other than that, I kept the story pretty much the same. I felt that it is already an interesting story so I did not want to change it too much. I also chose this story because I love strawberries! I thought it was sweet that the "origin" of strawberries came from a love story since they kind of look like hearts! Hence, that is why the picture I chose is of heart-shaped strawberries. Not to mention, strawberries are sweet, yet tart. Relationships happen to be like that as well.

Book: Myths of the Cherokee

Author: James Mooney

Year Published: 1900

Web Source: Project Gutenberg

Week 9 (Essay): My First Memories of Reading

(Little Boy Reading Book)

My first memories of reading are from my elementary school days. I do not remember any times my parents read a story to me in my early years, but I remember reading a lot of books. My classmates and I were always trying to rack up as many AR points as we could so that we could trade them for candy or yo-yos or a $25 check! I think I almost had 300 points in my last year. I thank the Harry Potter series for that! I remember how proud I was of that because I was never really the best reader. I liked to take my time and enjoy each of the pictures while I was reading. Even now, I still do. I used to work at a library as a library aide for the last three years until I finally quit. When I shelved books in the Children’s section, I would always read through some of them and look through all the pictures. I love how the illustrators put so much work and detail into their pictures and how they gave a precise image of what was happening in each part. Just the imagination they put into their work really amazes me. 

Back in the day, I preferred fiction books. I still do now as well. I do not have a particular favorite genre. However, I found a new appreciation for nonfiction books. Who knew the real world could as interesting as an imaginary one? When I used to shelve in the nonfiction section, I would find myself browsing through all kinds of different books. I would look through cooking recipes, religion texts, and even sports books. I found a lot of new and interesting things to read. 

Unfortunately, I do not get to read as much as I did when I was younger because I can never find the time. I tried to read some books last semester, but I would only get through the first few chapters and then stop. Now, I am mostly reading textbooks, which is not always as interesting. Hopefully, when I am done with schooling, I can find more time to read at my leisure!

Week 9 (Reading Diary): Cherokee Myths

Cherokee Myths

How the World Was Made - Well this was interesting....I have never heard of a creation story like this! The world was basically made my little insects, which makes sense because Native Americans were very in touch with nature. Then men and women came. The first man impregnated a woman by smacking her with a fish.....

The First Fire - I really liked this story. I initially thought that it was going to be similar to the Greek-Roman Myth story. However, it was very different. It explains how the Earth received fire for the first time and it describes why some animals have black on their bodies. It is very creative!

The Moon and Thunders - The first part of the story was really cute. I can definitely see myself writing a storytelling over it! The other parts were interesting as well, but my favorite is the first section.

Tobacco and Strawberries - I remember reading the second part about strawberries during the first week of school. I really liked it because it was so different and it is definitely one of the reasons why I chose this unit. I liked the tobacco story as well.

The Owl Gets Married - Sometimes, I can't tell if a Cherokee story is supposed to be funny or not. I found this story a bit humorous, but the ending is a bit morbid. Maybe that is just the humor of Native Americans?

Huhu Gets Married - This is similar to the previous story. I tried to imagine what a huhu is, but I couldn't find an image.

Snake Boy and Snake Man - Some of these stories are difficult to follow because they are so strange and because there are a few terms that I don't know about. This stories definitely caught my eye though.

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Week 8 (Reading Diary): Review Week

Half way through the first quarter, I did not realize that we did not have to comment on all of the stories. We just had to comment on our favorites. For Diary notes, I usually write down why I liked the story and what was unique about it. Sometimes I compare the story to more familiar fairy tales or other readings I have done. I try to stay consistent with my Reading Diary format and style each time. I like consistency and it helps me stay more organized. I try to write at least 100-150 words for each diary note for each story. I may start doing my diary posts as notes instead of short segments. I think that may help me see the similarities and differences between each story. I also will try taking notes while I am reading the story instead of reading all of it and then writing something at the end.

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Week 3 (Storytelling): The Beggar Businessman

I check my watch. It reads 9:15am. I am waiting at Starbucks for my grande caffe mocha. I told the workers precisely how I wanted it: no sugar, no whipped cream, extra dry, with half skim and half full milk, no two percent milk, and two shots of caramel syrup, but mix the syrup with the milk before adding it to the coffee. Can you believe these college students can’t get a simple order right? Don’t they know there are actually people with real jobs?

Finally, the barista boy calls out, “Grande caffe mocha for John!” I walk up to the counter for my drink. Then, as I was reaching for my drink, I could have sworn the barista boy say, “For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation?”

I give the barista a confused look. “What did you say to me, boy?”

“Enjoy your coffee, sir,” smiles the barista boy.

I eye him and give him one last look, then walk out. I don’t have time for this.

If you do not know me, whom you really should, my name is John Hagag. I am the president of Specci Inc. Ever heard of the term "multimillionaire"? I’m a multibillionaire. My company is worth six billion dollars. On top of being filthy rich, I was also born with handsome looks. I have been on the cover of hundreds of magazines from Gentlemen’s Quarterly to Time Magazine. I have won People magazine’s most handsome businessman for three years straight. You could call me the King of New York City.

So, I am about to walk into my office building, when a mischievous teenager suddenly rolls by on his skateboard and snatches my wallet right out of my back pocket.

I yell, “SECURITY! That PUNK has my wallet! SECURITY!”

However, they are too slow. Even my grandmother in a wheelchair moves faster than these oafs. I start chasing the kid. This punk has skills on his board. I can give him that. He swiftly dodges the massive crowds of people. After six blocks, he makes a right turn into a deserted alley.

“There you are, kid. Stop with the games and give me back my wallet. I’m reporting you to the police.”

“You are very wrong, sir. I am not a kid. I am a genie.”

Then the skater transforms into the barista boy from this morning. I am speechless. He changes again. This time, he changes to me. I am astonished. My eyes bulge out of their eye sockets. Finally, the security guards catch up to us. They push me, yes, me onto the ground and handcuff me.

“Get off of me! Don’t you know who I am! I am John Hagag! The John Hagag!”

I look down at my reflection in the muddy puddles on the ground. That’s not me, but it is me. I look completely different. My shiny black hair is now a dirty brown color. My nose looks like it was broken at one point, my face is dirty and sagging. There are deep wrinkles on my forehead and bags under my tired eyes.

“Let him go,” says the genie. “He is not a problem anymore. I have my wallet back.”


They take off the handcuffs and leave me on the ground. As they are walking away, the genie gives me a smirk and winks at me. How can this be? What happened to my life? I walk out on to the streets and try to convince passers by, “I am John Hagag! I am the president of Specci. I am People’s magazine most handsome businessman! Please, a genie stole my identity! You must believe me.” I continue this for a week and no one believes me.

Discouraged, I sit on the corner of Main and 2^nd. A little nine-year-old girl stands in front of me and hands me spare change. My stomach cries in pain. When was the last time I ate? I accept it. I continue to sit on that corner and more pedestrians offer me their pennies and dimes. Someone hands me five dollars; tears of joy gush out of my eyes. Five dollars have never felt so valuable. After a month of begging on the streets, I look in the reflection of the shopping window. I look pathetic. My torn and ragged clothes hang on my frail body. My face has sunken more. My eyes look empty and lost.

I start to cry. In that instant, I decide that I can no longer beg. I need to make a change in my life. I go to a public library to start a resume. I buy some decent clothes from the Salvation Army and clean up myself as much as I can. I assume the name James Schultz. After that, I apply to many jobs. Most of them reject me. However, a Starbucks manager takes pity on me and she gives me a job. I start training immediately. Most of my coworkers are much younger than me. They gawk at me like I am a circus freak. The hours are long and customers are very demanding, though I cannot and will not give up because I do not want to go back to the streets. After weeks of hard work, my coworkers begin to accept me and I am promoted to manager after only six months. We laugh and make jokes with each other. Life is great.

One day, a familiar face walks in. It is me, the-John-Hagag me. The genie looks at me and he comes towards me.

“Hello…” he looks at my badge, “…James.”

“Hello,” I respond.

“How have you been? It has been a long time.”

“Times have been rough, but I am still happy and well. Thank you.”

“That is good. I see that you have learned your lesson. Are you ready to return to your old life?”

“No, I cannot. I cannot leave these people. They need me.”

“Do not worry. They will be fine.”

Right then, instead of standing behind the counter, I am in front of it. I look into a mirror hanging on the wall. I am back to my original self. I look over the counter. The barista gives me a wink and hands me a coffee.

“There you go, sir. Have a nice day.”

I look at him and give him a smile. “Thank you, you too.” I walk out of with the biggest smile on my face.

 (Businessman Drinking Coffee Outside Office Building 

by Smart Creatives; source: Visual Photos)

Author's Note - My story is based off of The Beggar King from the Jewish Fairy Tales unit. I chose this story because I really liked the original plot and the meaning behind the story. In the beginning, the main character is an arrogant and narcissistic king without a care for anyone other than himself. After meeting a powerful genie, the king is removed from his throne and he becomes a poor beggar living on the streets of the kingdom he once ruled. After begging in the streets for many months, the king decides to remake himself into a respectable person. He learns to serve others before serving himself. This life-changing event makes him more humble and appreciative of the people around him. Because of this, the genie allows him to return to his original body. Strangely, the king did not originally want to come back because he did not want to abandon the people that needed him. However, the genie convinces him and the king comes back with a completely new attitude and mindset. I did a modern take on this story while trying to stay true to the original characters. Instead of a king, I chose my main character to be a powerful businessman in New York. I kept the genie in the story because it added an interesting touch.

Book: Jewish Fairy Tales and Legends

Author: Gertrude Landa

Year Published: 1919

Web Source: Project Gutenberg

Week 7 (Essay): Writitng and Proofreading Strategies

 (Someone Writing BY anyaberkut; source:Thinkstock)

Through out my college career, I have not had to write as much until this class. However, in high school, I had to write a lot. I learned a few tips and tricks along the way.


For choosing a topic, a good tip is to choose a semi-general topic. Then research the topic a bit to find something to focus on more. I have found this tip particularly helpful. For me, I am very indecisive and sometimes I want to write about everything so it is difficult for me to focus on just one topic. Another thing is to not be afraid to edit or revise the topic. I have learned that my initial topic will most likely be different from the topic of my final draft.


For brainstorming, I do a few different tricks. Sometimes I will do a web bubble with the topic in the center small details or notes branching out from the topic. Other times, I will do an outline with topics I want to discuss and the order I want to discuss them. This method really helps organize a proper formatting and organization with my essays. The final method that I like to use and use the most out of the prior three is to just start writing about the topic and do not worry too much about the punctuation or the grammar. Once I am done with that, I will go through each paragraph looking for grammatical errors, awkward wording, unimportant context, etc.  I find this tip most helpful because I can see what topics I need to expand on and which ones I can leave out. I like to use this method the most because I have less chance of writer’s block when I just write and not worry too much about the small details.  

Week 7 (Storytelling): White Man vs Snake

(Young Rattle Snake Under a Rock)

One day, I was minding my own business when all of a sudden, a huge rock fell upon me.  I tugged and slithered, but I could not move because of this rock. Therefore, I patiently waited. I laid my head to the ground and felt footsteps coming. These footsteps were large and shook the ground with each stomp. All of a sudden, the ground stopped shaking. The rock was lifted from my body and I was free again. I looked at my savior. He was a large white man. He had very large round eyes, a large protruding nose, and his most noticeable features were his large ears sticking out of his head. He also had very pale skin. It was so pale that someone would wonder what he was doing in the middle of the Amazonian jungle.

Nonetheless, he was my savior. I slithered up to his foot to thank him, but then he kicked me to that very same rock he lifted from my body and said, “Stop! Do not bite me, you wretched being!”

I waited to regain my composure. Then I hissed at him, “You imbecile, you kicked back whilst I was going to thank you. Now I want to bite you.”

The white man with the large round ears said, “Stop, let us first speak to wise people.”

We came to a hyena. The white man asked the hyena, “Is it right that Snake should want to bite me, when I helped her as she lay under a stone and could not rise?"

The hyena responded, “If you were bitten, what would it matter?"

Delighted, the hyena and I laughed. Then I began to slither to him so that I could bite him.

The white man cried again, “Stop, let us first speak to wise people so that we may know if it is right.”

Then we found a jackal. The white man came up to the jackal and asked, "Is it right for Snake to want to bite me, when I lifted up the stone which lay upon her?"

The jackal replied, "I do not believe that Snake could be covered by a stone so she could not rise unless I saw it with my two eyes. Therefore, let us go to the place where the incident happened.”

We returned to the place where the rock trapped me and where the white man kicked me. The jackal told me to lie down so that the white man could cover me with the rock. I followed and the man covered me with the stone.

The jackal said, “Now, try to escaped.”

I tried to move, but to no avail. After that, the white man moved towards me to lift the rock again. However, the jackal told him,  “Stop, do not lift the stone unless you want her to bite you.”

I cannot believe I was tricked! The white man and jackal both laughed hysterically and left me under that stone. Ever since then, I have a great distaste for humans.

Author's Note - The original storyline comes from The White Man and the Snake in the South African Folktales Unit. The main difference from my story and the original is that my story is from the perspective of the snake. In the original story, it is written in 3^rd person. Another difference between my story and the original is that the snake does not have a specific reason for wanting to bite the man. Therefore, I added gave her a reason. I did that because I wanted to add character and a bit of sympathy for he snake. Other than that, the plots between the original and mine are pretty much the same.

Book: South African Fairy Tales

Author: James Honey

Year Published: 1910

Web Source: Google Books

Week 7 (Reading Diary): South African Unit

 South African Unit

Dance for Water I could not tell if the rabbit was the protagonist or antagonist. At first, I did not like him because he reminded me of high schoolers who were "too cool" to do anything, but they would use the rewards of other people. Then when the group of animals decided that they wanted to kill the rabbit, I felt sorry for him because I did not want him to die. However, the rabbit was able to escape. It is a bit of a confusing story, but nonetheless, interesting.

Jackal and Monkey This had an unexpected ending. Maybe it's because I grew up with American stories and fairy tales where there is always a happy ending. I cannot believe the jackal would be so sly and evil as to leave the monkey in the noose.

The White Man and Snake After reading a lot of stories from this unit, I could see where the story was going to go about half through the reading. I still enjoyed this one a lot. I found it a bit humorous.

The Judgement of Baboon This was hilarious. I like how it kind of explained why each animal or element did not like the other. It is a bit out there since wood, fire, and water cannot "speak" as it mentions in the story. Nonetheless, it was an interesting story.