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=Writing Sample= The boy who cried wolf

Farmer Turnips P.O.V

Patrick was a boy that most people don’t understand, least of all his family, so I finally gave him a job of looking after my sheep. ”Take them to the high hills,” I exclaimed, ”that’s where the best grass grows. But be careful: Skulk the wolf lives nearby, you must guard the flock carefully.” I gave him a horn to blow if there was any trouble. For as he loved his crook, his smock and his shepherd hat. A few months later, I could see the boredom in his eyes growing or was it excitement? I wasn’t entirely sure. One sunny afternoon, talking to Luna, the baker in this town, when I heard this sound, ’dddoooooo’. It was the horn! I ran to the shed, grabbed my shovel and sprinted up the hills, I was first there, “where’s the wolf?” I questioned. “it was up there!” the villagers and I looked high and low, side to side and found no wolf, we stumbled down the slopes and heard snickering sound, I ignored it. A few weeks later, Patrick blew that horn again and we (villagers and I) repeat the same procedure again. No Wolf AGAIN! “I think Patrick is up to his blasted tricks again,” we all agreed. Couple days past, we heard the horn again but no one rushed to his aid, he kept on shouting wolf so we all decided to give him one more chance and ran, Skulk was really there, Buttercup threw her three-legged stool on his head and he ran off. We told Patrick that we thought it was a joke so we didn’t come. He was taught a very important lesson for the rest of his life.

To Live the Unknown
As the sky turned grey, You hear the horses neigh.

In the freezing breeze, That flew into trees.

You can hear the roar of a lion from far away, Likely i would think it was in the middle of May.

i would think i was full of crazy myself, But then I extremely think, think for yourself