Chapter eight

I was wrong.

The musical portrays Macavity as showing up three or four times to frighten the Jellicles before he actually does anything. Also, he supposedly laughs. There is a lighting change and his theme starts playing, which always alerts you to his presence. Wrong, wrong, WRONG!!

Rossie

‘Shadows crisscross, streets do too
Like delicate web interwoven
Around these young and searching two
The pattern it does show them.

And like a forest’s trees the stone
Rises up and skyward
Through the night the day has glowed
With the rising sun’s orange fire

From where the bell’s last echo fades
Time clicks and ticks and runs away
And there the little beggar’s gone
The sweet and lovely morning: Dawn’

Winter is come. It’s the time for cold fingers, chapped lips, red ears and numbed toes. It’s the time for wind so nippy that now matter how many layers you put on, you feel as though you’ll never be warm again. It’s time for the cold that makes your teeth ache, the north wind that seeps into the cracks of your house. It’s the time for a cold room in the morning that makes you want to ignore your mom’s orders and snuggle back under the blanket that feels like a favorite sweatshirt.

We are Santa’s elves
Helping moms around
Making the presents
And wrapping them too

Running on the fans
Eating candies canes
Going on strike
And watching T.V

Munching popcorn
Growing very fat
Rolling on the floor
Laughing hilariously
We are Santa’s elves!

Greater love hath no man than this – that a man lays down his life for his friends.

“Thanks.” Said Mazeka, as he hopped off Keanoko’s crab and started walking down to the southern side of his village. He stared at the ground as he walked, wondering why Keanoko called the different parts of their village “koros”. Technically they were the same village. Maybe he just wished he lived on some other island, were matoran of different race lived separately. “That would be just like a le-matoran, always pretending.”He thought. When he lifted his eyes, the sight that meet them horrified him: The south side of the village was completely destroyed!

Once upon a time, there was a princess.
I don’t remember her name, exactly, but it was something regal and beautiful and befitting a lovely maiden. Probably it was Cecilia or Relia or something that ends in a.
This princess had hair of sunshine, a face that seemed carved from ivory, eyes green as the sea, and features so delicate and lovely they almost looked plastic. Her smile was dazzling. She was tall, graceful, well-mannered, virtuous, smart, and wore gorgeous dresses (usually of gold and green; they matched her hair and eyes the best).