The New Friendship

The little sheep was so excited he could barely sleep, in a few hours he would be able to play with Cornelius. The little sheep now slept during the day under the old willow tree on top of the hill. He new this would be a safe place to sleep for none of the other sheep would come all the way up the hill just to bother him. He loved playing with his new friend. He and Cornelius would play until the stars in the night sky began to vanish. Then Cornelius would go back into the sky and sleep with the others in the sky while down on earth the little sheep would go to sleep under the willow tree at the top of the hill. This night though was especially exciting because Cornelius said that he was going to give the little sheep a name, but he need time to think of one. So he said "In three days I will give you a few names to chose from and you can tell me which one you like best and then it shall become your name. So that night the sheep woke up and could barely wait to chose his name. Then Cornelius descended from the sky like he did and said....   

The Little Sheep's Wish

"Oh, how I wish I had a friend to talk to," said the little sheep as he sat on the hill looking at the stars. He did this almost every night. Sometimes he would just sit there looking up at the sky just wanting a friend. None of his own herd would get near him because of his hair. Sometimes he just thought of running away, but he realized that was impossible because he would never survive on his own out beyond the fence. The thought that no one wanted, even his parents stayed away from him, made him so sad. So the little sheep just sat there looking up at the stars for a few minutes. Then he just started crying, crying in such away that even a being with a heart of ice and stone would feel for this little, lonely sheep. "Why are you crying so terribly," said a voice. The little sheep was startled by the voice and jumped. "Who's there he," he asked. "Look up," said the voice. the little sheep did and to his amazement the was a little shining creature floating right above his head. "What are you" the little sheep asked in awe. "I am Cornelius. I am a star without a friend," the little being answered. The little sheep suddenly jumped up and said, " I don't have a friend either. How about we be each others friend?" "I think that would be a splendid idea," cried the little star, "May our friendship never break." 

The Odd Sheep

The little sheep stood on the edge of the pasture not daring to get to close to the others. This sheep feared the others for how they treated it an thought they would do more than just chase him away if he got to close. The treated him like a monster just because he was born with this weird hair that grew straight out. He was the little sheep with no friends and even his own parents would no longer associate with him for fear of ridicule. The little sheep was sad. He couldn't play with the others and no one would talk to him. He was never even given a name. His heart ached for someone to be his friend just once. That was all he asked for, all he ever wished for at night when the stars shining up in the sky.

The Odd Sheep Ball Thingermabober!

This week for a trinket I have this odd sheep ball thing, to be perfectly honest I have no idea what this is. It has four feet and legs with cloven hooves. It has the head of a sheep and a sheep's tail but its body is odd. It has all these little plastic strings coming out of it. It reminds me of those balls with all the plastic hairs on them that you would get as a kid for being as a treat from the dentist's office( well I would at least). Those balls that tickled your hand and you could dangle down the stair because the hair on it would stretch. Well it looks like it has a little hanger on it's back, so I guess you can attach it to your backpack or something like that. I honestly have no idea what I'm going to write about with this during the week, but that's what imagination is there for right?

The Endless Cycle

There is a cycle out there that we have been a part of, no matter what walk of life you come from you have seen some form of it in your life.This cycle causes pain, suffering, hate, war, rage, and sorrow. This cycle is caused by those who have no idea of the cost of a human life. This is the cycle of revenge. A painful cycle that can and probably never be broken by anyone in this time. There are so many things that cause entrance into this cycle. Greed, lust, envy, pride, wrath, an unwillingness to see others as equals. All these things are what brings us into to this cycle. We know this and yet we persist that when we participate in these things we are righteous and good, it's everyone that's at fault. You may be wondering why I have started talking about something like this. This was brought about by the recent story of the Arlington terrorist that was arrested a few days ago. He said that he was going to destroy the Capital Building, The Pentagon, and The White House because he believed that America had become evil. Many may say that these are the delusions of a murderer, but I believe that to all words there is some truth. This man believe that this country was so evil that he had to destroy no matter the body toll. This I cannot condone but there must be some truth to his words or he would not have done this. Our country has no been a saint, we have hundreds of civilian war causalities during the Iraq war on our hands. We have spilt our own share of innocent blood over the years, so has every country. This is not an excuse this is a  statement of fact and no matter what I don't believe that when someone is killed, some else doesn't deserve to die. Death begets death, hate begets heat, revenge begets revenge, war begets war. This is an endless cycle that will not be broken until someone can stand up and say that this is wrong and some how bring peace to the world. 

Is the Fast Food Industry Causing Obesity?

There are a lot of people saying that the American society is becoming obese. Now there are many reasons why this could be happening, some people are even trying to point the blame at the fast food industry. This is a little outrageous, I mean really are people so out of control of there own lives that they can't even control their own eating habits. It's not like I can't understand where people are coming from. Fast food is easy to get and it's really cheap. There are even promotional items and some places, like McDonald's, even host birthday parties. These make people want to go to fast food joints even more. This is, I agree, is a very valid point, but there apparently is no more sense of personal responsibility. People cannot deal with something that is wrong with them so they make it someone else's  fault entirely. This is just unreasonable in my opinion. If you see that something is wrong with yourself don't blame others, fix it yourself. Problems we have are usually self inflicted. If you see that your over weight don't blame the place you go to eat. Go to the gym, eat healthier foods. Heck you don't even have to go somewhere else for lunch since most fast food places now offer healthier choices for meals. I work at McDonald's and I know for a fact that there are salads and we even have grilled chicken as an option on sandwiches. People need to think about what they eat and how they can fix it them selves as opposed to who they can blame for how they look. Really someone suing the fast food companies because they're over wait is like someone suing the tobacco industry because they have lung cancer. It's your own fault, your actions caused this not someone else. Deal with your own problems instead of ignoring them and blaming someone you don't even know for it.

The Adventure's of Hippie (The End)

Hippie's new form caused by the rainbow wheat had now become near permanent. He was changing back less and less. The others had now started calling this "beast" that haunted them the Basilisk. Hippie liked the name and decided to stick with it. He screamed it to the night and his cry pierced the night air like shattered glass. He had been hunting more and more of the other chickens. Only one so far had been able to escape by not looking him directly in the eyes, but at his reflection. The survivor described his eyes as slitted snakes eyes, with acid green for the pupils. He was terrifying and stood four feet high. Hippie made sure that on his next hunt the survivor was his first target before he could spread anymore rumors. Just as that night's hunt began Hippie heard a cry not unlike his own when in the form of the Basilisk. He ran at his fastest pace to the barn and found that another chicken had found his stash. He began to charge the other Basilisk. They fought for hours but Hippie finally gained the upper hand he was about to strike down his opponent when... the farmer awoke with a start in a cold sweat. He ran to the bathroom and started to lose his dinner. "I am going to throw away all the chicken in my fridge first thing tomorrow morning," he thought. He went to his medicine cabinet to get some Peptobismol. When he shut the cabinet door to look at himself in the mirror he saw two slitted, acid green eyes staring at him four feet off the ground. He turned around slowly and saw what was behind him. His blood chilling scream was cut short by a screech that pierced the night air like shattering glass. Then just like that all was silent.