The Aspiring Author's Tale

Throughout the novel many animal sounds are described to the reader such as the “prairie wolves howling” (McCarthy 44), and the “snarling of flies” (McCarthy 45). There are animals who do not make sounds but are present and seen by the characters also such as the wild pigs and numerous birds (McCarthy 44). The animals’ presence reminds the reader that the landscape is not vacant and there are other signs of life out there.

She was confused where this idea of his had came from but he had just said from his past. She was nervous about him hunting alone but she knew it’s what he had to do to keep their family going through this hard time. Brad had prepared himself for the woods and to kill anything that he could use for food. As he went out in the dark, he had realized it was too dark and he couldn’t see the wild animal running in the woods. Just as he was about to give up, he had remembered in his past life he had also been an owl. Owls have great night vision and he knew that would help him. He had all the different combinations that could help him get the food he needed for his family. He used his great hunting skills, from his past life of being a lion. He used the knowledge and dedication of the turtle in his past life to know to keep going for the food and shelter for his family. He had also thought of his excellent night vision he used to have as an

Only a mother knows her child, no matter what shape or form they take. Only Dyani ran to the fox’s side to greet her daughter’s spirit. All the other animals bowed their heads, showing respect to the spirit. “Coyote” Silverfox beckoned. “Let us make peace. As my mothers have taught me, i will respect all life, no matter how big or how small. All life matters, worth is not dependent on size or . Let us all be humble and we will be at peace once

Rachel thinking about what was just told to the group a question formed in her head. Looking at Sara she inquired “What kind of animal could do this? Also did you just say a creature from Saint Venard?” Pondering at the possibility that the same type of creature of whatever made a mess in Saint Venard, could have gotten her. Sara interrupting her train of thought replied sullenly

Next, a yellow cocktail music bursts as the cheers of people raised up into the air again. The crowd moved more swiftly around the garden, flowing, dissolving, and merging back into the same form again. The sky slowly turned orange –the sun was heavily sinking into the horizon – and Tom’s boutonniere enhanced its bloodiness and Daisy’s white dress dyed in an elegant yellow. As Tom looked over the crowd, all the immaculate white dresses that were dancing on the grass like fairies were soaked in the sunlight, each one in vivid, but lusterless colours. However, there was a ray of light that caught Tom’s eyes as he overlooked on the people. It was one of the house maids, sweeping the fallen leaves as her pale ring-finger gleamed a dull reflection of the sunshine. She was a woman with a roundish figure, probably in her early thirties. There were no traces of beauty in her appearances like Mary Pickford or a fashionable stylishness like Pola Nergi, but there was an immediate vitality that could be percept straightaway, just like Myrtle. No, exactly like Myrtle, Tom thought. There were no specific similarities between them, but Tom felt like a child who found a puzzle piece that he’s been looking for ages, or perhaps a fragment of a story from his favorite child

Second, and right from the beginning of the story, the readers will get the idea that Miss Brill is very lonely, so she goes to the park so that the loneliness is subdued. Miss Brill is eavesdropping on people's life, for example, the elderly couple that she was sitting with. In addition, Miss Brill gives her opinion on what she sees and hears when she's eavesdropping. However, Miss Brill think she's making some type of connection with the people she’s listening too in the park. In reality, she just trying to escape the boredom and loneliness in her life because she lives inside her own head and doesn’t really engage with the world. The fox fur that she wears to the park is alive in her imagination and she relates to it like a friend. Miss

Snowtail paced impatiently across the springy plants weaving beneath his paws, letting a low growl when he noticed the slight drizzle beginning to dampen his recently groomed pelt. “Where could she be?” He pondered, pausing to seek out the scent of his sister. It can’t be that hard to sneak out of camp, considering how chaotic it’s been on the other side of the lake, he thought. Then again, she is a queen, and the clan would be suspicious of her leaving with her kits. A booming crash of thunder set the tom immediately out of his thoughts, a prick of fear making his fur rise. He took to the shelter of a willow tree hardly fox-lengths away from the meeting spot, hiding near its base in an attempt to keep him from getting anymore wet.

be a pack leader.Stone stared at Creek as if she found a pack of dangerous wolves.”What is it?”,he asked, tilting his head to one side.”.That’s when she gave him her wolfish grin.”I found Greenleaf.”,Creek barked proudly.Stone shook his head. “Looks like you found it,finally.”.Creek started to trot down a pathway,leading down to an oak wood forest.She didn’t have to check if Stone had followed her or not.He always chose to go silently,even when running.Creek opened my mouth to get a better taste of the air,seeing if there is anything large to eat.Her nose was faster than that,it had already picked up a scent.She blindly bolted towards the scent and sunk her teeth down into it.As soon as her teeth sunk into the flesh,Creek lifted up her head

To writers, silence is perfection; when they are the ones staying as quiet as a mouse. They are observers, and they allow the words to fall from the mouths of those of which they watch. Faraway lands, adventurous characters, and daring journeys that they invent are

An opposing view is that the fox is not a serious threat to agriculture, and should not be considered as a vermin. According to the League Against Cruel Sports the foxes actually help farmers by eating small animals, such as rabbits, rats and voles, which are considered to be pests on arable land. In addition, foxes are territorial animals, which means that once a fox is killed another soon moves into its place from a surrounding area. Left to control their population naturally the number of foxes would be controlled by scarcity of food, whereas when used fox hunting for controlling the populations, it only serves to lessen the amount of the animals temporarily, for more foxes to take advantage of the increase in food thus breeding again. Furthermore, foxes do not cause significant loss or damage in livestock. For example the League Against Cruel Sports, an organization strongly against fox hunting, mentions a York University study that states that only a minimal amount of 0.4% of lambs are killed by foxes, and of other livestock the percentage is extremely low as well. According to the study foxes are not a significant danger to livestock.

Lord Fox took his time to check over the girl. By this time, colour had returned to her face and her pulse was back to normal. When he gently tweaked her nose, she didn’t even flinch

Unsurprisingly the fox is tricked by this and opens his mouth enough for Chanticleer to escape. This shows that the fox’s pride caused him to starve that night and probably get killed by the rest of the pack as a sacrifice to the Food Gods. Pride can make people say and do crazy things, just look at North Korea, they have militaristic and power hungry manchild as a dictator who believes he is a God and that he can destroy the U.S., as a result the entire country is starving and under heavy surveillance. People in power will do anything to keep their ego high and have people below them to rule.

At the beginning a mournful tone is set. The 'green turtle', an endangered species is personified

When he walked through to join the others, Miss Poppy had come to the end of her bedtime story. The children were engrossed, although the same could not be said for Mrs Pink. She looked as green as slimy goo.

The fox siblings were scared and didn’t know if they should run from the wolf or the pig when they