Short Story : ' Village Of Sleepy Hollow '

The man said, “I was following you around, because we didn’t know where we were going. We thought you looked like you knew where you were going. I didn’t mean to scare. Every time I started to approach you to ask you for help, you ran away.”

The hard-working ranch father loved his son but also lived by a realist unlike his son, “Last chance son, you had better pick a horse that you have some hope of riding one day” (Harrison 500). Kenneth’s mother Nell was very supportive to her son’s dreams and hopes of owning a colt. An author of New York times Rebecca Mead states, “We see private bedroom conversations between Rob and Nell, in which the mother, who recognizes her son’s dreaminess as an admirable sensitivity, not as an irritating handicap, challenges her stubborn husband’s rulings”. This support for her son is shown when the little filly is injured and Ken’s mother makes a poultice for the injury every

After raiding the Snakes with High Back Bone his father bestowed a great honor to him, the name of his father, and his father before him, Crazy Horse. As his feats on the battlefield grew, so did his reputation and respect among the Lakota people. As Crazy Horse was raiding the Crows for nearly a month, the love of his heart was taken away from him by another. With his heart broken, it took a long time until he had gotten over it.

H. Lawrence. This story was of a boy who hid a hobby from his parents and found himself in a fatal situation. At first he hadn’t a clue at how bad his condition would get. He would enjoy betting on horses that would win a horse race and win mounds of money. The boy quickly turned his earnings into profit for his family. ‘”Of course,” said the boy, “I started it for my mother. She said she had no luck, because father is unlucky, so I thought if I was lucky, it might stop whispering.”’ (page 1255) With this decision, he felt obligated to continue his job to generate revenue. I was able to relate to this story because of the fact that my parents and I do not have the strongest relationship, just like Paul was rather distant from his superiors. My reasoning isn’t the same a Paul, so my story most likely won’t end the way Paul’s did. Clearly, Rocking-Horse Winner by D. H. Lawrence was the story in which I could most connect my personal life to for various

The horse ran past Samuel, once he got close, heading back to the road. Samuel was finally close enough to see the mans face, “It’s a runaway?” The Captain wouldn’t respond, maybe he just didn’t

“You should be gettin’ indoors before dis’ storm gets any worse.” he said. I could make out in the wavering headlights of my car a tall man with broad shoulders. He also looked familiar. Then I remembered. The night with the axe and ghost coon. My eyes widened and he must of noticed because he said

When people think of the book or the movie, Old Yeller, it is often thought of as a story about the bond between a boy and his dog, a common theme in many TV shows and books. However, Old Yeller, as it turns out, proves to be much more than that; it is a true coming-of-age story. At 14 years old, Travis Coates lives with his mother and little brother, Arliss, in the hill country of Texas during the 1860s when his father must leave home to work on a cattle drive. He leaves Travis to “act a man’s part” and take care of the family in his absence. While working in a cornfield one day, Travis come across Old Yeller and tries to drive him away, but his younger brother, Arliss likes Old Yeller and Mama thinks he would be good for

The horse lover is a true story of a man whose love for horses runs so deep he's willing to stand up against anything to protect them.This story begins with our main character alan day talking to his friend who's trying to convince him to buy another more land and alan being reluctant to do so.The following chapters are about his early childhood on his family ranch the lazy b and gives us a background and a better understanding of alan and why his love for horses is so deep.He ends up buying the land with his sister and upon buying it learns of the horrible things being done by the government to the wild mustangs deemed unadoptable by the government turns it into a sanctuary for the unadoptable horses.He learns that horses the government deem unadoptable are herded into cages where

¨Hopefully I get a midget horse¨ I thought as we pulled into the ranch. As I opened the car door, I heard the thunderous THUMP THUMP of horses hooves. ¨Oh God¨ I thought as my stomach turned into a knotted ball. Soon we were greeted by one of the ranch hands and were taken to a dinky shed to get suited up and sign waivers. Then came saddling time. We were taken to the horse pen where we were greeted by the stench of horse manure. I spied out a smaller horse around five to six feet tall and hoped to get that one as my horse. Shure enough my grandma got that horse as she is the shortest. I spied out yet another horse on the shorter side and hoped to get that one. My turn to get saddled came next and sure enough, with my luck, I get the second

“He strayed away by himself from the watchers whom he had placed in ambush on the crest of the hill, and wandered far down the steep slopes amid the wild tangle of undergrowth, peering through the tree trunks and listening through the whistling and skirling of the wind and the restless beating of the

This quote is in the opening scene of the book, the exposition and setting. It provides background to set the stage for the story and introduction to characters and conflicts through the background and foreground. It depicts Abilene Tucker, the protagonist, reaching into her bag and pulling out a crucial item in the book. The compass her father gave her before he sent her away for the summer.

We arrived at D.C. The imprisoned citizens cheered to find themselves freed from the grasp of chains. I smiled a little. I got off the horse and so did Jonathan and the little kid. I tried to pet it again. Its head pushed against my chest softly and snorted, “ what should I name you stallion?” I thought for awhile and found a name for the horse, Night’s-Edge, Night for short. I pet Night’s ear and sighed then put her on a stall to wait for my return, “ i’ll be back, Night. I promise” Night snorts then looks away and eats the grass. The little child that was on Night with me and Jonathan tugged at my pants a little to get my attention. I looked at the child and he looks at my eyes with fear, “ what’s the matter?” the child looks down and whimpers

“We indeed wish you well, but the danger is not over. There is one other yet to pass through the shed, who has as it were a hundred eyes, and until he has come and gone, your life is still in peril.” said the oxen of a fable, The Stag in the Ox-Stall. While the stag roundly chased just allow he to stay where I am and he will undertake to find

The title of the story, "I'm Your Horse in the Night," is relating to a

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.