Short Story : The Spirit Of The Ghost Of The Lagoon '

The father now keeps discovering gold nuggets in every bamboo that he cuts. The family grow rich and the Princess Kaguya-hime has bloomed

So again, they hid Helen along with the horse in the forest. The gray wolf used a magic spell to take the form of a golden-maned horse, and Ivan led the horse to the tsar. Tsar Afron was delighted, and gave him the Firebird and the golden cage as well. The prince carried the cage with the bird into the forest, seated the princess on the golden-maned horse, and rode off on his journey back to his home.

“Boys, dinner!” Ma yells. We all bound to the dining room, having barely eaten anything all day. We see the same dinner we have every night, lentil soup, but it never gets old. I guess when we’re this hungry anything tastes good. We say grace and dig in, although we are still a little sad because of Pa’s death. After dinner, we all gather around the radio and listen to the latest news. Then we hit the hay after a long day, ready to do the same thing

Necessary to feed thirty people, delegation of some food preparations are assigned to individuals outside the host home. Responsibly taken over by my chef sister-in-law, the turkey and stuffing invoke the annual high expectation. Never to disappoint, each year, when she arrives, she brings with her into the house, the aroma of turkey, signaling a sigh of relief, raising the level of enjoyment and increasing the appetites of all. As each member of the family arrives, the temperature in the house rises and the growing humidity ushers in the scents of holiday culinary perfection, much to our anticipatory delight.

The little prince opened the box. Inside the box lied a gold crown and a gold sword. He hanged the sword on his waist, took a deep breath and put on the crown with shaking hands.

Before another word could be spoken, their father, chief of the Omaha, came and sat by them. “How are my favorite princesses?” he asked.

The day before the feast, the men are given their one culinary task of spaghetti, gravy, eggs and sauce, with ingredients made up by the woman. This is usually done within a garage or tent, the woman checking in or even supervising. This is one of the few task the men have due to the event mostly being managed by the women, on the day of as well as long before the day arrives. The authors point out the men often remarking they having nothing to do for the most part until this point.

Too soon what the fish had said came to be, and the queen gave birth to a girl. This princess was very beautiful, with bright blue eyes. She brought an uncontainable joy to the queen and king, and they named her Rose. The king organized a celebration for his Rose’s birth. This is where everything began to fall apart. Most of the kingdom was invited. Even royalty from distant countries were invited to present their company to Rose.

Next, we were told to mingle around and make the guests feel comfortable. In Finch Fieldhouse was hundreds of people who were here to receive the food we provided, and each of them had their own story to tell. I spent about a half an hour talking and getting to know some of them while we waited for the food truck to arrive. When it arrived I helped unload some of the boxes of food, which were surprisingly varied. I expected to see loads and loads of non-perishable foods, but instead I unloaded potatoes, apples, cakes and squash. I prepared bags to hand out, and arranged them on the tables. The people of the community began to line up, and I volunteered at the dessert table. Every person who went by was given one or two desserts like cookies, donuts, pie or cake. I could see the happiness on their faces as I handed out treats and laughed with them. The most memorable moment was when a young girl and her father came through the line. They had been waiting in line almost the whole time, and the dessert stand was the last table. When they walked by, I asked the young girl what kind of dessert she wanted, and she looked at her father as if to ask permission. He told her to pick one out, and she quietly asked for a cake. I spent some time searching for the perfect cake, one that had chocolate frosting. When I handed it to her, her face lit up like the sun. I had

“The king is no longer going to be on the land any more so we want Mako to be new king”, Mako’s aunt said.

“My King,” Cipher says in a mystified tone, grabbing his empty plate from under him. “The pie was poison.”

The first step in our standard routine for Turkey Day includes three generations, hours of chopping, and one delicious-smelling kitchen. It is my grandmother on my mother’s side, Oma, who leads this mass preparation that leaves us with enough food for a small army… or just twenty with really full bellies. Oma has always been the master of mashed potatoes and turkeys, because Thanksgiving is infamously known as HER favorite holiday and most of the traditions align with her side of the family. The smile on her face as she chops her thousandth celery stock clues me in to how much she is joyfully anticipating tomorrow, when she will come together in thanks with all of her children, grandchildren, and sweetly adored relatives. After an exhaustive day spent long in the kitchen, she squeezes me goodbye and says, “See you tomorrow for Turkey Day!” with a gleam of childish excitement in her

I walked to my window and looked at my kingdom, well not my kingdom but I was getting married then crowned queen in a month so close enough. I looked down as my father’s workers hauled hay into the stables. I then saw the highly decorated carriage with pure black horses pulling it. The carriage was complete with gold crowing and a whale painted on the side.

He lead me outside the doors of the mansion and around the back to a stable. Inside, three black horses, one brown one and two white horses chewed on hay and stomped their feet. I followed him even as he walked up to the only door that was completely shut, the one at the end. He smacked on the door. A moment later, a small blonde-haired boy opened the door, poking only his head out for a moment.

After opening with an overture, the film introduces Anna Leonowens and her son, Louis, arriving to Siam on a boat. They are brought to the palace to meet the king of Siam and his wives and children.