The Magic Jungle : A Description Of The Magical Jungle

These Grandfathers presented Black Elk with gifts to help him on his journey. A wooden cup, a bow and arrows, a white wing of cleansing, an herb to heal, a sacred pipe a flowering stick and the power to make live and to destroy were the tools that were given to him. Then, the Grandfathers showed Black Elk what was to become of his people. He was shown a holy tree which once had been flowering and was now gone. The people he was supposed to lead were thin and starving, and Black Elk cried as he saw the fate of his people.

The Lorax and the Once-ler fought until the very last Truffula Tree was chopped. The Once-lers family left and so did the Lorax. Just the Once-ler and his factory were left. But the Lorax left one thing, a small pile of rocks with a word carved into them, "UNLESS". So for years and years the Once-ler sat in his house on top of his factory and worried about what he had done. In his heart he felt terrible that he let his greed cause so much destruction. So one day he told his story to a boy that wandered to his house. He told the boy that the meaning of the pile of rocks that the Lorax left behind was clear to him now. Unless someone who cares a lot does something, nothing is going to get better. So he gave the boy the very last Truffula Tree seed and told him to plant it and protect it, and maybe some day there would be a forest of Truffula Trees again.

He could not make up his mind if it was a small island and he was very close, or if it was a massive one and he was far way. Still continuing to take step after step across the water, across the stretch of glass like liquid, he reached the sandy island. The moment his bristled toes touched the hot sand, Judai immediately fell into a deep slumber. When he hit the ground, his head split apart like an acorn in the mouth of a hungry squirrel. Memories of the past, every thought of his childhood, every story he had heard in school, spilled out of the crack in his head and blew away in the wind to be buried in the golden stretch. The sun rose and fell many times before he awoke again. In his sleep, sand had gotten into his eyes and mouth, and Judai was in terrible discomfort. He got up from this hypnotic spell and realized that this island, this desert hell had been his final prospect, left to ruin, to talk to the sand, alone for

Those people who were very lucky to get the jobs in mills, factories and mainly inside the industry of meat packing. Jurgis was the most dissatisfied person, experiencing the terrible circumstances which workers met. Along with these terrible circumstances, they joined job for small amount of salaries with hard and very lengthy timings, and in the environment where safety of employer had no value. Initially, here was no any migrants to move to, thus several suffered enormously. Afterward he would study of worker unions and different other unions to help the employees, but unfortunately the initially times of his Americanized life were packed, with joblessness and throughout a demoralizing; painful and depressing “new begin” (Conlin, 2009, 444-449).

4 hours later he had stopped walking and decided to rest for a while. Muraco and Cherokee rested near the the foot of Mount Shasta. They spent a day there. Muraco and Cherokee traveled and traveled. Muraco raised Cherokee for years and when she was 4 he decided that he couldn't do it anymore. So he abandoned her. He didn't want to but he had no other choice because he was growing old and he had trouble take care of Cherokee. Cherokee was left alone near the Tuolumne River. She didn't know what to do and she didn't know what was going on. She had no mother and her father left her. She had to do everything for herself. She had to find food, water, and shelter. The same day her father left her she saw a snake. The snake was slithering slowly towards her. Cherokee was not frightened. She was happy to see the snake because she was lost and didn't know what to do. The snake was energetic and lively. His name was Awanyu. Awanyu was a friendly snake but he didn't have any friends or family. He always traveled around for adventure. He said to Cherokee "Hello, are you lost?". "Yes. I don't know where my father is." Cherokee

The story by Abani is set in an African background. It may be unfair to render the people as backward automatically, but their decision to act arbitrarily and against the wishes of the elders speaks of weakness regarding civility. Like the villagers in Jackson’s story, the bloodthirsty mob carries out an illogical and crude act with no regard for the life of the man they perceive to be a thief in the hope that the children will learn a valuable lesson.

     The Jungle, by Upton Sinclair, clearly depicts the socio-economic strife and political turpitude that ushered America into the 20th century. While telling the story of Lithuanian immigrants struggling to survive in Chicago, Sinclair illustrates how avarice and ruthless competition were driving forces in the exploitational predatory capitalist ³jungle² of American ³society² at the turn of the century. This radical novel, described as muckraking by President Theodore Roosevelt, was a sounding board for pro-socialist politics.

Being a woman of color comes with many adversaries whether it being exclusion from conversations of feminism, micro aggressions or backhanded compliments. Many people blatantly disrespect black women by giving them backhanded compliments. A backhanded compliment is a comment made which is disrespectful in the same sense, it's supposed to be a compliment. Being a girl of darker complexion you hear many different hurtful comments. The most common one is “you're pretty for a dark-skin girl” as if dark skin automatically makes you unattractive. Another very rude one is “I don't usually date black girls but you're different”. People may think this will make women of color feel “special” when they make this disgusting remark but it does the

Participant observation is defined as first hand experience. Participant observation is a method developed by Anthropologists in the early 20th century. When Anthropologists noticed that in order to fully understand the question, “Why” in culture. Why do a certain people do this, why is that important, or why do they all do it, are just some of the questions anthropologists use participant observation. The key to participant observation is fieldwork, where the anthropologist actively lives with the people of the culture they are studying for about a year or more. Where the anthropologist goes through culture shock by leaving all their possessions at home and starting a new. This technique of studying gets the anthropologist to become one

“His name is Pharaoh Jayaven, and he's from my planet. Planet Nomina. We were a kind and peaceful race. We got along with our surrounding planets. But one day, I was gazing up at the sky and notices something was different, the air was thick and heavy, full of dust. Come to find out. A dwarf star had exploded sending darkness towards my world. For two days straight my planet was engulfed in smoky darkness. Once the dust and fog was cleared, it had left behind some residue amongst some of the villagers. Thus creating the family of Darkness and chaos, in our native language Nayuh.”

Once upon a time there was a monstrous girl who lives in the sewer off the side of the town of bikini bottom, opposite of Soul Forrest. Every day when the monstrous girl emerges from the sewer, the people of bikini bottom laugh and call her little monster mean. One morning little monster mean asked her abusive step father if she could visit her grandma “I suppose it will be better that having you here.” He growls then shoves her up and out of the sewer, passing up a handful of poisoned moss “give this to your grandma, and drink some of the juices out of it when you get there, none before.” He instructs the girl, but little monster mean just sits on the ground and thinks of ways to kill her step farther.

In today’s world immigration and emigration has vastly increased. With these increased movements around the world, the lack of communication creates many consequences. Without a language in common the attempt at communication is a difficult process. In The Jungle, Upton Sinclair explores the consequences of language barriers through a new immigrant family. The Lithuanian family do not have the language skills required for their new life in America and everyday life is a struggle. The problems that rise from a lack of communication lead to a path of destruction for the family. Additionally, these problems eventually lead to devastation, manipulation and cause mental and physical health issues. So, Sinclair presents the consequences they

However , one day something unexpected happened his partner contacted him and announced an elephant was ravaging the bazaar. The elephant, normally tame, was in must, a state of frenzy brought on by sexual heat. After it had broken its chain and run away, its mahout pursued it in the wrong direction and was now many miles away. So far the elephant had demolished a hut, overturned a garbage van, killed a cow, and eaten produce in the fruit stalls of the bazaar. Because

The never ending controversy of capitalism, and it’s effects on society; a sentence that largely sums up the contents of The Jungle. The book greatly details how politics and capitalism can corrupt each other and make the system biased. The book, while written over one hundred years ago, contains issues that are still prevalent in today’s societies. However, the book dropped off at the end when it turned from a heart-wrenching story of an immigrant’s struggle in society, into an ad campaign for the socialist party. The Jungle truly is a wonderful story that will make a person reconsider the structure of American society, but fails miserably at concluding that story in the final chapters.

As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon I could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in my soul. A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source. I could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank.