You've probably heard the saying, "don't judge a book by its cover." My mom's childhood toy, Spiffy The Raccoon, is a prime example for this saying. Spiffy is a half- raccoon, half- baby stuffed animal from the 80's. He is very cute, with a human face of deep chocolate- brown eyes, a classic raccoon bandit mask and a nose that would belong to a human if not for it's black tip. Spiffy's mouth is permanently wide open and smiling, so his over sized human thumbs and big toes can be stuck in it. Spiffy's fur is sparse and ratty, he is covered in stitches, and he has a flat, striped, floppy tail. Spiffy, although he looks like an old ratty 80's toy with a cute face, meant very much to my mom in her childhood. She was given Spiffy when she …show more content…
She couldn't bear the thought of parting with her dear, beloved Spiffy! Sometimes, Mom would wake up in the middle of the night to find him gone! She would then cry and yell for her mom, who would pick up Spiffy a few inches from where he'd fallen by the bed, and place him back in her bed where they'd sleep together. Mom would also take Spiffy everywhere with her, so the could suck their thumbs together. Sometimes, my mom's two older sisters would make fun of and taunt them about sucking their thumbs. But My mom didn't care, because she had Spiffy, and that was all that mattered. To this day, Spiffy lives on in the family. When I was born, my mom passed on to me the stitched and floppy raccoon boy, who had once been plump and fluffy. When I was born, my mom's sister, Aunt Gigi, also gave me a "Spiffy Two"- an ordinary raccoon stuffed animal. I have no recollection of Spiffy Two, and have no idea what happened to him. However, Spiffy (the original) sits in my room to this day. Spiffy was right there with my mom for for many years. Even when Mom considered herself too old to sleep with Spiffy and take him everywhere with her, he would be sitting in her room, forever a faithful friend. Upon looking at Spiffy, you may think he's just a ratty, worn- out, stuffed animal with a cute face. But to Mom, he was her closest
His Original Name was "SneerPaw" and He was A Sleek Black cat with Yellow eyes, . . .And Cunning/flirtatious Behavior. xDD
One of the questions I asked him was “When growing up, what was your first pet you ever encountered?”My dad’s reply was highly entertaining. He explained his story of his first pet. My dad started out with a brown and white hamster named Felix. His brother had a twin hamster named Frances. Soon, the hamsters both escaped, so my dad got a new hampster which he named Kinnikinnick. That hamster also escaped, so my dad got a third hamster called Kinnikinnick 2. Upon hearing this, I bursted out laughing, I couldn’t believe the names that my dad gave them as a child. My father laughed with me as he continued his story. My dad said that the first family pet was a Siberian Husky named Chinook
I decided to pick my teddy bear as a child. His name's Wally. Wally Wallace actually. The funny thing is originally this bear wasn't mine. It belonged to my brother, Kelvin. If I recall correctly he made it on a field trip his class took to Build a Bear. He had Wally (or whatever name my brother had for him then) and I had my own. I was 4 years old, and was visiting Accra, Ghana with my mom to meet some relatives. I never left the house without my bear. So I brought her along, which happened to be a really bad idea. One minute I had her and as I entered the airport she was gone. Nowhere to be found. My mom helped me look for her, but we had a limited amount of time. We had a flight to catch. I
They are soft and cuddly. If we get one I can get rid of my stuffed animals that I sleep with. It can sleep with me in my bed. I can pet it.
Passing Strange is a Broadway production that explores the life journey of Youth, a brave young man, who is doing the impossible to achieve his dream. At first he is presented as a shy guy, who does not have enough courage to declare what he desires. His mother is the one that worries about his life and his feelings, because she wants the best for her son. However, Youth decides to go on a journey far away from his mother, from his old lifestyle, far way from everything. He travels to foreign lands, meets new and interesting people; he is living the dream. Everything looks unreal, because indeed it is. Youth forgets that only love is real and everything else without love is empty. When he recalls what love is, it is already too late
Rebecca Gilman’s The Glory of Living is an ambitious piece of writing. The playwright takes on the challenge of exploring how an eighteen-year-old girl has ended up on death row, convicted of multiple murders. The play’s opening scene is exciting and engaging, and Gilman has a strong grasp of the characters she has created, but as the action progresses, it becomes evident that the play is missing something. The Glory of Living’s shortcomings exemplify the need for playwrights to focus on developing a Major Dramatic Question, and a protagonist with a strong want.
In the first six chapters, the third-person adult perspective provides extra dimension because some of the characters, especially Tom, are immature, so the third-person adds a sense of adulthood and maturity. The address of Mr. Walters was calm, so that he could get the children's’ attention and they could settle down. Although it was calm, it also had a serious tone. He was introducing the Mayor and his family into St. Petersburg and had to be professional, although he was very excited to have them there. Reverend Sprague’s sermon was also very serious. It was this way because he was preaching in a church to a lot of the people from the town. In churches, there always tends to be a serious tone because religion is important to many and it
Milne gave Christopher Robin’s stuffed animals life, portraying them in the “Winnie the Pooh” book series on adventures and thrills. “Pooh” was the main character throughout the books, following other characters such as Eeyore, Piglet and Tigger. The books became best sellers, giving Milne a recognizable name
Topper wagged her way into my nine year-old heart on the porch of my family's new country home. Here, life allowed room for dogs and cats to replace the turtles, parakeets, and gerbils of town.
We called him Tank. He was just sent to the Fort Myers ASPCA from New Orleans, Louisiana. He was alone and homeless after the Hurricane Katrina destroyed his hope for a future. It was fate that he was meant to be with our family. Seeing all of the good that was done to get my new puppy a forever home struck a place in my heart and made me appreciate all of the awesome work that this organization has done, not only for my dog, Tank, but also for the millions of other animals desperate for a better future. This is why I chose to feature the ASPCA and the many things that they do to make a difference in our world
Franklin D. Roosevelt stated in his second inaugural address that “The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.” The Great Depression was the deepest and longest-lasting economic downturn in the history of the Western industrialized world. In the United States, the Great Depression began soon after the stock market crash of October 1929, which sent Wall Street into a panic and wiped out millions of investors. The U.S. could not emerge from the pit of a national crisis without profound social and cultural changes. This era affected people through spending cutbacks and unemployment, but also brought the American people closer to their
Fascism is a system of government marked by centralization of authority under a dictator, stringent socioeconomic controls, suppression of the opposition through terror and censorship, and typically a policy of belligerent nationalism and racism. Fascism also occurs in our literature such as the great pieces Animal Farm and Nineteen-Eighty-Four by Orwell, Yertle the Turtle by Seuss and Dictator by Kessler. These pieces will now be deeply explored so we can find out what English literature tells us about fascism.
I wish I could see “Goofy” again! Goofy was my old best friend about 3 years ago. He and I were like Batman and Super Woman. Goofy was his nickname and we called him goofy simply because of his facial features that resembled those of the cartoon character “Goofy.” His actual name was Robert, but he will always be know as Goofy to me. Goofy was the type of kid who you would look in his eyes and see no type of hope for the future. Goofy and I were raised under the same circumstances but he chose another path to take. Goofy and I were made and molded by the struggle around us but instead of seeing such demising circumstances and choosing to try to make it out, Goofy chose to embrace the struggle as his only path in life. I would always look into
After an hour of playing with him we still couldn’t get over the moment of us getting him. My mom got each of us a toy to give to him. I gave him a red lobster and my two sisters gave him bones. I also got my dog a bone, water, and food on that Christmas morning. Since Toby always bark, I cannot wait until he comes inside. Finally, he stopped barking. For a long time, I did not know if he was ever going to stop barking. We were in the happiest house on the street that day, our house was almost dancing. One big memory I have with my dog was putting him in the back of my Tonka truck and driving him around for
My parents got my dog in 2001, (before both me and my sister were born) so he was like my brother in dog form. We called him Tori instead of Torino most of the time. Tori