The Honey Badger Of black and white, A suited soul. He hath not given fright. One to dare, one not care. He be the one to fight. Not yin, nor yang; Though bright and dark. He hath sunken his fang. All is snack, tis care he lack. He has all to have slain. Always in relax, The jaywalker. Hath not filed his tax. Seems classy, he is nasty. He sees all and attacks.
When Kiche was killing for food. Then Kiche has White Fang and how she looks out for her pup. Kiche was the character you route against in the begining but you start routing for her. The rising action is when Kiche and White Fang are with Grey Beaver. Grey Beaver gives them a harsh life with working, but the Grey Beaver gives them tasty meat. One thing that made the life hard was the beatings if they disobeyed or growl at the men. The Climax is when White Fang is being sold to Beauty Smith. Beauty Smith teaches White Fang to be a fighting dog. White Fang defeats every dog, wolf, and even one lynx until this one bulldog. Falling Action is when Weedon Scott stopped the fight and took White fang home. Scott spends many days trying to tame White Fang. One day this man tries two kill Scott and White Fang kills the man. The Resoultion is when White Fang is with collie. White Fang ends up becoming mates with collie and has puppies with
His signature prop is a long sword that he never actually uses for fighting. His feet are planted apart in order to occupy maximum space, his chest is pushed forward and his back is always straight and tall standing with his hips wide. His walk is a long stride where the heels of his boots come down first, then the foot rolls onto the ball, then he steps again off the ball of his foot giving him rise and bounce in his step so his head can be among the clouds. However, his actual steps are small (he is in no hurry to get to war, but wants to do so with maximum effect). When he hears a frightening noise he drops everything, but only succeeds in running on the spot, head thrown back, arms in the air, kicking his feet forward and howling piteously. When he hears a wolf (or small dog) he shrinks little by little until he has made himself unnoticeable as possible, then scurries away in a crouch. When fleeing from a mouse he adopts a kind of leaping promenade walk in order to prevent it running up his legs. When scared witless he occasionally runs to be seen, to show off his legs.
The wolf is a very fearful and cunning animal large in size and very determined to get what he wants no matter how much damage he
In the first stanza it is the semantic field of water: ‘waters’ (twice), ‘sea’, ‘drowning’ and ‘being drawn’. As I mentioned earlier, water is often the symbol of life but it also evokes tears, sadness and despair.
Fly has two wings, four legs, two hundred one eyes, red eyes, and is also annoying. The antagonist of the story.
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“On my first son” was a poem we read in class, and after reading it one time through, my table partners and I did not have a single clue about what the poem meant. After brainstorming ideas and recording our thoughts, we were able to understand the poem 20 minutes later. This process was repeated when Anna, Udonne, and I tried to make meaning out of the poem “Outbound” by Greg Williamson. Our discussion process consisted on going line by line and asking questions about what we did or did not understand. Anna asked if anybody had trouble with the first two lines, which were “We passengers ride backward on the train And train our eyes on what has passed us by.”
When we first meet the creature (truly meet him, that is), he shows his intelligence through speech. One must certainly expect him to be a drooling, dumb and violent creature, but he is, in fact, quite the opposite. He is violent, yes, but he does not show his violent physical side unless provoked to anger. More often than not the creature is full of self pity, cursing his existence and his creator for
The man wears a bear pelt upon his head. The teeth of the bear fall down on his forehead, matching the dirt and grime. His eyes are oddly spaced, as if they are too far away from each other and just want to be closer. His nose is wide with constantly flared nostrils. He bares his canine-like teeth at everyone as they walk by. The teeth are one of the most interesting points about him. They are completely made up of canines, even though he is human, almost as if he has evolved into a subspecies of man. His face most likely hasn’t been washed in years, and he smells like a forest. A long, scraggly beard flows off his face, matted with sweat. Eyes glowing with fire, he looks ready to kill.
I am a wolf on the prowl. The apex predator, I am intelligent, loyal, instinctual, and yearn for freedom. Aggression and patience mark my style of work, as I work with intense dedication to the goals with which I posses. Once I know the identity of my prey, once I have it within my grasp, there is nothing to distract me from what I want, and what I want, I will get. At full stride and the top of my game, I am impressive and intimidating, a force to be reckoned with.
The Caterpillar is a poem which focuses on the previously overlooked actions some of us may partake in, that may not be thought much of, but have short and long lasting effects on a scale we might not be very familiar with. Do we feel remorse for living organisms on a small macroscopic level, or is it just an insignificant part of our complex lives? Is the appreciation of life developed through experiences? Do we feel more pity for a single being that has been through trauma than we do for thousands that have not? In this poem, the conflict between caterpillars and humans is discussed in a such a way that brings up questions about how valuable we perceive other life to be, and how different
It's there in the blackness, deep within the gloom of the shadows, poised just beyond the charcoal line that separates the night from the dark. If you listen you can hear the growl that rumbles deep down within its throat, and imagine the bared razor teeth, the drooling saliva, and those blood red eyes that can penetrate and discern the very fears of men. It lurks, cloaked in the murkiness of the night just beyond the perception of the human eye. It lays in wait; loathsome, poised, hungry.
The title of this poem by Don Marquis is "The Lesson of the Moth" because it is a poem about the thoughts of a moth and his outlook on life. The overall poem would be considered argumentative being the moth is trying to inform the man that he should live his life and let his hair down a little more instead of relishing the everyday routines of life. This is shown in paragraph 3 when the moth says “But we get bored with the routine/and crave beauty/and excitement.”(18-20)Another example of the passage being argumentative is when the man says “and before I could argue him/out of his philosophy.”(43-44) Don Marquis expressed several tones
The creature's character changes in a variety of ways throughout the novel, depending on the point of view it is coming from. When the creature himself speaks the reader likely feels sympathy as well as pity, towards him. He is affectionate and gentle at the beginning of his life, filled with curiosity and wonder, but after several painful encounters with humans, he becomes bitter. This ultimately leads to him seeking revenge on his “father” for making him so hideous and basically rendering him permanently lonely because of his ugly appearance. The creature has a unique skill to analyze his surroundings because, though he is not a typical human himself, he appears to have the
The protagonist of the novel White Fang is a wild dog named White Fang. After being separated from his mother, White Fang was put through many harsh environments. He learned how to fight for himself, and he also learned how to take advantage of power. In the North, it is not easy to obtain survival skills; however, White Fang quickly developed them. The dog was born into the savage world, in which he conquered every challenge that came his way.