County Fair Description

It was a warm mid-september day and I was preparing to go horseback riding for the very first time. I was celebrating my bestfriend’s birthday with her family and a couple other friends. On the ride over you could feel the jitters in the air and the excitement to try something new. We arrived to Bobby’s Ranch in Westford MA and settled on petting some of the other animals. It was all very bizarre, almost movie-like. We joked around about rookie mistakes and wondered how many of us were going to fall under it’s trap. The ride was scheduled to be an hour long, through the woods and in an orderly fashion. I got on top of a platform and was instructed on how to get up on the saddle and how to use the reins to guide the horse. The birthday girl

Animals are what you used to be. Don’t you hate what you’ve become? Cold, gloomy and resentful. Our miserable life, turned around by a lifeless pig, who are we to disagree? It has rained so much that there’s nothing to look back. If this is paradise, it isn’t worth the price. Others, between the chains of repression, never notice how fragile their life is.

The Panola county show is a livestock show where every school in Panola county comes out and shows their animal. You can show chickens, rabbits, goats, lambs, pigs, and cows. I showed a goat my very first year I started to show. But after that year I have always shown a pig for our Panola county show. I usually get my pig at the end of October and keep him until February 24th whenever I sell him. Every morning I wake up and go feed him before I get ready for school. After school, I come home and walk him and then feed him.

Lots of places have traditions they have been doing for quite some time. Pope County has many interesting traditions, including their annual fair. Their fair has been going on for quite a while now. The fair has many of their own traditions, in which people have been coming to since the beginning of the fair. Not many things have changed since the fair was founded.

When I was six years old, I lived in Greenwood, Florida. I moved there the summer after I was done with kindergarten. Greenwood is a very small town, the population is only six hundred and eighty-six. It is a very flat land with a lot of very tall trees. The trees would twist and turn and intertwined with each other. There were also a lot of palm trees. I lived in a house not only with my mom, my dad, my little brother and sister, but also seven other people, four dogs and two mice. The very first day I got there I was just playing with the dogs. I eventually ran outside into the backyard without telling anyone. I was wearing flip flops and I didn't think that there would be anything different here than from Iowa. When I was running around

Roughly a century after Napoleon’s rule of Animal Farm, a young pig stumbled upon a dusty leather-bound diary hidden away in the straw-strewn loft of the ramshackle barn. The same barn which held those legendary meetings from long before. With a tentative trotter, the youngster filed through the delicate pages, unconvering a story which to that point had remained untold. The story of a raven from the days of old and his quest to lead his animal brethren to the religious truth unfolded before the pig’s eyes- the story of Moses. The following are the most significant entries from his account of life on Animal farm.

Five years ago at the age of 9, I had just started showing sheep at the Union fair. I named my first lamb Cupcake, I did not know a lot about how to show a lamb, but I tried. For my first show, I received fourth place out of eight lambs, most of these 4-Her’s had showed before. My uncle was very proud of me, when I received fourth place in my class. A week later, I was off to the New Haven Fair and I achieved third place out of ten lambs. About a month later, I was headed to Washington Town and Country Fair. On Thursday, I received ninth place out of ten lambs in my class. A couple of days later on a Saturday, we had to sell our animals. I sold her to a company named Ck Cranes. Once, he had bought my lamb, we took pictures. My

My favorite memory at the Franklin County Fair was going the the Hairball concert after it rained all day. In front of the stage was very muddy, but that did not stop my friends and I to head to the front of the stage. By the end of the concert, all of us had mud up to our knees. We went to the cattle barn, after the concert, to wash off and ended up having a water

It was around ninety degrees with a one hundred percent chance of rain on that long and gloomy Saturday. The air was hot and so humid you’d swear you were going to suffocate just standing out in the open. What better day to have the annual family reunion down in Iuka, Mississippi. As we traveled across the state line the cruel Alabama weather slowly started to fade within the back glass of my mom’s traverse. I remember looking through the front window there was sunshine for miles. I thought to myself “hey maybe this will be a good day after all.” I’ll be the first to tell you, that in fact I was wrong.

When my mom dropped me off in the auditorium that morning, I had a great sense of excitement with a little bit of fear mixed in. I had never travelled by myself without my family staying with me. Then I thought to myself, would I like my hotel roommates and would they like me? The trip started with a twenty four hour continuous bus ride. When we finally arrived, our first stop was EPCOT.

This seemingly small detail is the one that most greatly changes the experience of the story. In the book, the reader learns about events as they unfold. Further, the reader is trusted by the author to form his or her own opinions and conclusions about these events. Throughout the novella, the reader has the sense that although the animals are easily brainwashed by the pigs, that the reader as a human can gain more insight into the events than the animals are able. The setting of the farm and the choice of animals as characters are undoubtedly meant to contrast with the ability of humans to reason and to think for themselves.

“A pitiful effort” I think to myself as I examine the second pig’s home. I approached the house again and said “little pig, little pig, let me in.” This foolish little pig also responded, “Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin. Once again I huffed and I puffed, but at first the house did not get blown down. The foolish pigs began to laugh and cheer. I then huffed and puffed once more, and the entire house began to unravel and be blown apart. These pigs again ran to the third

I shall tell the others you are nice, safe peculiars, and that they came come out now.” While Addison called the other… well, I didn’t know the other whats--peculiars, say--we glanced around a bit more at our surroundings. There were many underground hut-like things, some bigger, some smaller, some shorter, some taller. There was a small gary shack hidden behind the cobblestone tower, most likely for small livestock or gardening supplies or some such thing. A little ways away, I could see several figures poking out their heads, or what I thought might be heads, and then disappearing again behind the mounds, the tower, or the shack. Addison let out a sharp, high-pitched whistle, and many animal-like things stepped tentatively out to meet us. The animals, not a single human as far as I could see, formed a line in front of us. First up was something that looked like a half donkey, half giraffe. I had no idea what was going on, I had never seen such creatures. I didn’t know something like this could exist. I was doubly surprised when this one started talking

We were in Walt Disney World. It was hot and humid in Florida. As my parents and I were passing the greenery in the courtyard, my mother, father, and I admired the beauty. The river was swaying and splashing against the nearby dock. The breeze was blowing against the trees. In the distance a big banner was hung up. It reading, “2017 Beignet Fun Run.” Some people at a nearby table announced, “Welcome.”

The talking animal animal tale, Three Little Pigs, shares a common setting among folk narratives as told by its introductory lines. The story begins as: “Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme”; its era is inconclusive but in a fantasy world or alternate reality where pigs really do speak rhyme. The only hint of true