Porcupine Alternate Ending

“Yes?” He turned to look at her, although he didn’t look directly at her, more at the creature she was holding.

The two swords clashed together to a spark. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon. “Come in boys! Dinner is ready!” Announced Buttercup as Westley hit Jack in the face with the flat side of his sword. Jack rubbed his cheek and turned away from the smell of his mother’s special chicken soup. Jack continued fighting with his father until Buttercup came out again telling them to come eat for the second time.

Moonlight engulfed the island, concealing its dark nature. An eerie silence hung in the air soon broken by the sound of creepers and faint footsteps. A group of boys emerged out of the thick jungle of shadows, with Jack at the lead and Ralph close behind. They walked duly, pace slowing down by the minute. A cool, dense, fog surrounded them, masking their path ahead. Jack squinted his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the ever growing fog.

At night, the wild boars prowled the streets. The chain secured to their collars jolted at their every movement. Their bristled necks fight their restraints, trying to escape their captivity. Muzzles covered most of their face, placing fear into the society in which they lurked. Their masters walked bristly beside them, dragged along by these bad-tempered and aggressive predators. These enraged animals displaying their primitive nature, alert to any perceived invasion of their territory.

Lennie watched as the Frog bounded between the Lilly pads on the water, he saw the frog’s eyes dart suddenly, as it sensed its prey was near. It sank under the water and let the current pull it down stream and then suddenly it jumped out of the water like a cork comes out of a wine bottle, its eyes gleamed and its tongue darted out of its mouth and in a flash the fly was gone. “That’ll be me in a sec” mumbled Lennie hopelessly. There was a faint buzzing sound then the frog was gone as quickly as it had come. Silence once again fell on the river much to Lennie’s disappointment, he liked not having to think of the mornings happenings.

"What did you want, Sire?" he asked at last, turning away to look out on the courtyard once more.

"None of that," Sans interrupted. "We will be summoning you something new, something you will want before the night starts."

A bush rustles nearby as ferns dance in the evening winds. A green-eyed tomcat pads silently amongst the undergrowth. A small squeak accompanied by the quiver of delicate whiskers as a mouse perks up, alert. The feline bristles, leaping somewhat sloppily and just about ready to strike the mouse as it squeaks in terror and…..

Did you know that not all wild animals could roar? Which animal looks like it has been crying for three months? Find out in this reading. In addition, by exploring its predatory nature, its physical characteristics, its habitat, and its social structure, the reader can understand the importance of its place in nature (Thesis statement)

This essay begins with the author presenting a description of weasels, giving the audience heaps of details about the habits of the weasel, a physical description, where it lives, its environment, and how it acts. She also tells us how Ernest Thompson shot an eagle from the sky and found the skull of a weasel clinging to its throat symbolizing how the weasel died protecting its life. Dillard then moves on to elaborate on her experience where she is sitting on a tree trunk near Hollins Pond, “a remarkable piece of shallowness” (146), then weasel appears from a wild rose bush and presents itself in front of her. She looks it in the eyes as it looks back, then the weasel disappeared following its instincts. After observing the weasel, she emphasizes her thoughts on how humans should live more like them. The significance of this story and its title lies in the desire to be able to live life aggressive, vicious, and

PineKit woke back in the nursery startled, dawn light filtering through the bramble roof. She let out a quiet sigh and silently, as to not wake her mother and littermates, padded out of the den. PineKit sat just outside the nursery, letting the morning rays soak into her pelt. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the familiar pelt of LionWhisker trotting up to

“Princess X?” the old man came from behind the counter and looked at her closely. “What do you want with it?”

Soon the lynx was free again, and I wondered why he had let it run away. They were on opposite sides of the arena. Now the snow leopard took his sword, no, my sword, and charged.

First, according to the passage, the sentinel meerkat who stand guard is more likely to be captured by the predators. However, the professor states that the guarding meerkat is more likely to survive. When the sentinels gives and alarm cry, it can draw predator’s attention from them. Because the alarm causes other meercats to gather together or move quickly, these behaviors draw predators

Ironically, this nocturnal animal is not related to the porcupine, but it us is related to the shrew, says Animal Discovery (December 29,2010). No hedgehogs are native to North America, and up to ten different hedgehog species all hail from Europe, Asia, or Africa, and . But the most common species of domesticated hedgehog is the African Pygmy. It was the early 1980s when hedgehog domestication became popular in the U.S. If you’re looking to identify these amazing animals, look for their multicolored unique quills, which are used for defense. When threatened, the hedgehog contracts two large muscles on either side of the body, drawing the quills upright, into an impenetrable ball. The quills are filled with a complex network of air chambers to prevent breaking, protecting . Protecting the hedgehog not just from predators, but from falls, notes complies Animal Discovery (December 29, 2010). “These quills act as a shock absorber, and cushion, and prevents injury,” says Dr. Nick Sitinas, from South Wilton Veterinary Group (N.D.)