How Can Being Stubborn Be Good? How Can It Be Bad?

I was given this assignment to write about how stubborn can be good and bad. This is what I came up with:

If you are stubborn you've made up your mind.

Being stubborn can be good. It can be bad. Being stubborn is good if you're following the ways of the Lord. Being stubborn is bad if you are following the ways of Satan.

Here is an example of good stubborn:

Annaleiah was walking to school. Samantha, her best friend, was with her. Annaleiah and Samantha saw some boys walking to school on a different path. Annaleiah knew that they would get to school late if they took that path. Samantha didn't know that. The boys asked Annaleiah and Samantha to join them. Annaleiah knew that she would get to school late if she took the path. She also knew that her mother didn't want her to walk to school with boys. When Samantha joined the boys, Annaleiah was tempted to join the boys too. But she thought it over and made up her mind.

"No!" she shouted, "I won't do it! No!"

"Please," the boys coaxed, "we'll have lots of fun."

"I'm sorry, but no," Annaleiah said, "No thank you."

"Well, all right," the boys said. "If that's what you want, you don't have to join us, but tomorrow you will."

"No!" shreaked Annaleiah. "No no no no no no!"

Annaleiah ran all the way to school, and was just on time. She knew that she would run into the boys the next day, so, she started off for school really early in the morning, and was quite early. From then on, Annaleiah always went to school early and never ran into those boys again.

Here's an example of bad stubborn:

Jo-Jo's baby sister, Cate was screaming very loudly.

"Jo-Jo can you take Cate?" called Jo-Jo's father.

"No!" Jo-Jo called back.

"Please," called Jo-Jo's father.

"N-O N-O NO!" yelled Jo-Jo.

Jo-Jo was sent to his room.

THE END

Honey Butter

I wrote this journal entry in my journal about my new cat, Honey Butter:

Honey Butter is a boy cat. I can't believe he is ours! I love Honey Butter. Honey Butter is a good cat. Today Honey Butter has to get sugery. He has to be Nuetered. I won't see him until tomorrow. If I were Honey Butter I would be scared. I feel sorry for Honey Butter. I wonder what will happen in his surgery. I hope that they don't hurt him! I don't want anything to happen to him. "Stay away from Honey Butter everyone!" is what I want to say to those veternarians. But, I know that I cannot do it. I know it would be rude. I just want to do as much as I can for Honey Butter.

I like to feed Honey Butter. I feed him supper. K.J. feeds Honey Butter breakfast. Honey Butter doesn't eat lunch. Honey Butter nips at you if he is hungry. I want Honey Butter to catch a big, round, plump, juicy mouse. That would be a big treat for him. I also want Honey Butter to catch a big, fat grasshopper. That would be a treat too. If I catch one I'll give it to him. He would love and I mean LOVE that.

I want Honey Butter to be Happy. I will do anything for Honey Butter. I love Honey Butter!

The Adventure With Dad

I was given an assignment a few days ago to write a story about an adventure that I would like to have. I would like to share it with you.

Once upon a time, when I was about 3, during a storm, my dad built a tiny submarine. Though the water was rapid, the tide was high, so my dad and I got inside and plunged into the deep Amazon River. We enjoyed it at first, looking at all the fish, eels, and pink Amazon Dolphins. We totally forgot that this was dangerous! Soon we saw big piranas fighting each other. We were excited to witness the fight, and see what would happen. Soon the biggest of all the piranas noticed us and started to swim toward us. He started tearing up our submarine! We swam away just in time, but, the current was so strong dad and I got separated! A kind and friendly crocodile saw me struggling in the water and helped me on his back. I was carried out of the Amazon River! The crocodile put me down, then went to get dad. He returned with dad and he was okay. I was okay too. We thanked the crocodile and got home safe and sound! It was quite an adventure!

THE END

"How can people have wings like birds and still not be free?"


Before I write this essay, whoever is reading this, I want to make sure that you know that people don't have wings. But, if they did have wings, this is how they would not be free: If people had wings like birds, even though they could go wherever they wanted, they would not be free because if slaves could fly people would be looking for them, so they could not land. If they landed they might be caught so they would only be able to land for a short while. They also might not be able to find enough food.

If people like us could fly we too might not be able to find enough food.

Anyway, if I had wings and could fly, away, I wouldn't do it! Even though I sometimes wish that I could.