Just Because Poem: Twins

Just Because I'm a Twin

Just because I’m a twin…

Doesn’t mean I look like her;

Doesn’t mean I think like her;

Doesn’t mean I am her.

Just because I’m a twin…

Doesn’t mean I always behave;

Doesn’t mean I don’t break rules;

Doesn’t mean I am a saint or a devil.

Just because I’m a twin…

Doesn’t mean I am not an individual;

Doesn’t mean I can’t stay true to myself.

Doesn’t mean I can’t be one of a kind.

Just because I’m a twin…

I am compared;

I am stereotyped;

I am dependant.

Just because I’m a twin…

I am not Wadia;

I am Hilanne;

And we are two different souls united as one.

Works Cited

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The Turkey Who Stole Thanksgiving

Perfect Leader, Perfect Society?

The Turkey who stole Thanksgiving

This blog begins with a description of the overall plot and allegory of the fairy story and a modified introduction from the narrator of the film ‘The Grinch Who Stole Christmas’.

The Mayor of Simpsville, Quimby, portrays the whole society of Simpsville and all of its yellow creatures, the Simpsons. He is a corrupted politician and a womanizer. But most of all, he is an ungrateful bastard who does not value the significance of Thanksgiving.

            The story begins with the preparations for the holiday of Thanksgiving. All the Simpsons are decorating their houses with luxury and are constantly acting selfishly. Far away, a lonely turkey, Frinch, is contemplating this awful and sinful city of Simpsville. He abhorred Thanksgiving. But why?

           

            It was an honor to be elected as turkey of the year.  But unfortunately, Frinch had never won anything. Mayor Quimby only chose the fat and muscular turkeys to be sacrificed for the Thanksgiving meal. It was an honor for a turkey to be sacrificed. Frinch was the only turkey left in Simpsville. Mayor Quimby had to import turkeys from other places because he could not tolerate thin turkeys for Thanksgiving. Why couldn’t Mayor Quimby be grateful for having at least Frinch to eat? At least he would not starve on Thanksgiving like other Simpsons on other places.

            Frinch hated Mayor Quimby with all his might. Where was the meaning of Thanksgiving then? Mayor Quimby was never thankful for what he had. All the Simpsons were like him. They were ungrateful and only thought of themselves. 

Mayor Quimby and the Simpsons: They represent the selfish American society who desires a sumptuous life instead of appreciating and embracing what they have. They are superficial and care more about their luxuries instead of improving their inside person (in the story, they don’t appreciate Frinch nor the importance of Thanksgiving).

Simpsville: This place represents a sinful environment/corrupted city.

Turkey Frinch (narrator): He represents the lowest caste in Simpsville.  He is a clear example of the unfairness and discrimination within a society. Frinch embodies the moral lesson in the story.

Pepito: Pepito is the Frinch’s best friend, a Mexican Fly.

Introduction

Inside a fall leaf…

Like the color of your beef…

Lay the small town of Simpsville---

The home of the Simpsons!

And the Simpsville band marched,

With Matt, their fat and fabulous turkey.

They loved Thanksgiving the most…

Without a single dose of doubt.

But the Frinch who lived

In a plateau, just south of Simpsville…

Did not.

The Turkey Who Stole Thanksgiving 

Frinch (From his plateau with binoculars): 

          Just look at them preparing for Thanksgiving Pepito. Just look at them with their fancy Cruella Devil clothes and their clownish makeup. Could they be any more shallow and vulgar? You can even see from here Bart riding a skateboard naked! I bet Homer is eating like a pig while his kid is running nude around the entire city.

          GOBBLE GOBBLE! Those Simpsons are brainless! Why do they call this holiday Thanksgiving? They should call it ‘Thinkful’. Maybe by ‘thinking’ they could realize you need to be thankful on Thanksgiving day duhh!

          Gobbling about brainless people, who is the most brainless of them all Pepito? The Mayor Quimby takes the price! How could the Simpsons vote for a moron leader for Simpsville? Even I know that’s stupid, and I have a smaller brain than the Simpsons. That glutton just spends the money of Simpsville on expensive food instead of teaching his people some morals! Like Britney Spears sang, “Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you’re a womanizer, oh womanizer…”

          That mayor does no good at all. He pays a lot of money to the police officers, but the police officers only take advantage of his stupidity. He also increased the taxes, but where does that money go? I only see his belly getting bigger. Quimby just seats in his massive chair and gives orders with his sausage yellow fingers! It’s as if we had no mayor at all. Can you believe he salivates more than a dog? I can’t believe even the mayor treats me unfairly. He is spending more money than necessary by importing the turkey for this Thanksgiving. He could use that money to feed poor Simpsons and could eat me on this Thanksgiving. At least he has ME! I AM something! He should consider me as an integral part of this society.

          I’ve been forgiving those ‘Simps-vile’ criminals for a long time. They think I’m a hermit. Pff! I have you, my trustworthy fly, the turkey’s best friend. At least I have more feelings than those heartless yellow creatures. I guess I could use a little social interaction! This year I will avenge my unfortunate life! I will steal Matt, this year’s turkey. GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Narrator:

So the Frinch started with his scheme on a Thanksgiving day

He put on his thief mask and went away.

He went to the town

Where he saw fried Matt with a frown. 

He entered the mayor’s house and kitchen 

And he stole the Thanksgiving turkey that looked like a fried chicken. 

The Frinch (back in his plateau and gobbling): 

GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Now I’ll never squabble!

I have wrecked Thanksgiving day

And made them pay!

Meanwhile, Pepito went to talk with the mayor to tell him about his immoralities. He thought this was smarter than stealing a turkey…

Pepito (with a Mexican accent):

Mr. Mayor,

Pardon the Frinch’s stupid misdeeds

And don’t worry, he’s got no weed.

Please, stop with your peccadilloes!

Can’t you realize you are the antihero?

Today’s Thanksgiving,

If you give your turkey to the poor you’ll be sparing.

You are selfish

And the people of Simpsville are cockish.

Please, it’s Thanksgiving

Start a moral living.

Choose the Frinch as this year’s turkey

And you will begin a thankful journey!

At the end, Mayor Quimby donated his fat turkey to the poor Simpsons in Simpsville. Pepito, the Frinch, and Mayor Quimby became friends and celebrated with Tequila before frying the Frinch for Thanksgiving. Quimby and the Simpsons learned their lessons and were thankful forever.

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The Strange Traveler: The Powerpuff Girls Version

The ‘Strange Traveler Blog’ starts with a little introduction by the Narrator of the Powerpuff Girls’ TV program. Consequently, Blossom, the character who encounters Jean Valjean, starts with her story.

Narrator:

Sugar... spice... and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls. But Professor Utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction...Chemical X! -- Thus the Powerpuff Girls were born! Using their ultra-superpowers, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil!

But enough with the story of the creation of the Powerpuff Girls! It’s time for the real story to start!

The Powerpuff Girls in Les Miserables - Special Edition

The City of Townsville... WITHOUT THE POWERPUFF GIRLS! I was notified by the major that they were called for an important mission in France!

I wonder what’s so important…

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Blossom:

My sisters and I were playing with our new dolls in our bedroom. Suddenly, we received a call from the Mayor’s office. I immediately answered the phone call. The Mayor sounded absent-minded as always. He told me that he had received a letter from the Mayor of Digne, France telling him about a vagabond, called Jean Valjean, who killed people with his potent stink! I was astonished!  I thought to myself, “Oh no! The Mayor of Digne and the inhabitants are in a life-threatening position!” Buttercup, Bubbles, and I kissed Professor Utonium and went to complete our duties as the POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Heroic music).

After five minutes of flying, we arrived to Digne, France. It was not hard to find that stinky vagabond! Before we could surround him, we had to get pegs to put on our noses to avoid death! My sisters and I then went back to the dirt road, and stopped that stinky Jean Valjean. After that, we said with exasperation, “NOT SO FAST, JEAN VAL-JEAN!”  I was so thrilled! It was my first French villain encounter!

What astonished my sisters and I was the fact that he seemed humble, weary, tired, and harmless. His first words were, “Oh no! The Powerpuff Girls! Please don’t harm me! Don’t judge me because of my looks! I just tried to steal a piece of bread!” First, I felt flattered that he knew who we were. But then, I felt sorry for him. He looked frightened and desperate for a shower, but most notably, for food and a bed.

I, as the big sister, asked him what his problem was. He started crying. Buttercup couldn’t stand seeing a big man crying like a baby, so she told him, “SHUT UP! CONTROL YOURSELF MAN! SUCK IT UP AND TELL US WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS!” Buttercup can sometimes cross the limits with her evilness.

Jean Valjean cried even more, and then I felt a heartrending feeling. I wanted to cry with him, but decided not to because he could actually be a superior con artist. Bubbles was already shedding into tears obviously.

After an hour of waiting for Jean Valjean to stop his weeping, we all finally sat down on the grass and talked like mature adults.

Jean Valjean told us his entire story, from beginning to end. Besides being rejected because of his yellow passport, he also told us people couldn’t stand his smell. I felt so guilty and took my peg right away, which later I regretted.  Poor man! He had been rejected by two inns, by the turnkey in jail, and by a dog with a conceited aura.

Finally, he asked us if we could offer him a bed and some food. I felt the need to discuss it first with my sisters and with Professor Utonium. I felt really proud of my responsibility and thoughtfulness in this occasion. I went flying to the City of Townsville and asked Professor Utonium. Undoubtedly, I wanted to help my new friend Jean Valjean, but the Professor said that we couldn’t. He had an important experiment to finish and didn’t want a loud slumber party upstairs. The cry-baby of Bubble started crying. Even that didn’t work to convince the Professor.

We went back to France with Jean Valjean. I told him that we couldn’t help him. I felt so careless. Jean Valjean had just suffered another rejection on behalf of the Powerpuff Girls! I thought to myself, “This is unacceptable! What can I do?”

Then, I came up with a brilliant idea! I told Jean Valjean that Mojo Jojo had a huge mansion with a lot of space for him! Jean Valjean could perfectly act like a villain with his super stinky power and Mojo Jojo would totally open his doors to him!

Unfortunately, Jean Valjean rejected my suggestion. He said that he had a phobia towards monkeys, especially towards wicked ones! I think Jean Valjean was taking advantage of me. He thought I was stupid enough to give him the Chemical X! Duh! Of course not!

My sisters and I said goodbye to Jean Valjean and wished him good luck. We had to leave because it was past our bedtime. Buttercup was crying and I thought it was because it was a sentimental moment, but it was because she couldn’t stand Jean Valjean’s hideous smell. We were apologetic with Jean Valjean and then we waved goodbye.

*I think I heard him yell, “Curse you, Powerpuff Girls!” Nevertheless, I never let cheap insults lower my confidence.*

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Letter 2: [PRAYERS AT THE CONGRESS]

John Adams to Abigail Adams

Letter 2

[PRAYERS AT THE CONGRESS]

         In this letter, Mr. Cushing, a delegate, proposed that the congress should commence with a prayer. Nevertheless, various delegates disapproved the suggestion due to the religious differences within the congressmen. The idea was finally approved and Mr. Duchè was allotted to read the prayers and the 35^th Psalm. The prayers caused inspiration and amusement in John and, at the same time, they were apt for the situation, given that Boston had been bombarded the previous day. At the end of the letter, John encourages Abigail to read the prayers with her friends and family and in addition, he expresses his profound admiration towards Mr. Duchè, one of the greatest and fervent orators in the Episcopal order.

Persuasion

“I must beg you to read that psalm. If there was any Faith in the sortes Virgilianæ, or sortes Homericæ, or especially the Sortes biblicæ, it would be thought providential” (John Adams 678).

   The previous excerpt portrays persuasion. John Adams is begging Abigail to read the Psalm, which indicates he is trying to encourage her. Moreover, he even uses an affiliation (using the sortes Virgilianæ) in order to induce and urge his wife to read the Psalm. This quote is significant to the letter overall because it expresses John Adams’ doggedness. John Adams wanted his wife to read the letter, and therefore was persistent. This gives the reader an idea of the magnitude of importance the Psalm had in John’s life.

Appeal to Reason

“It was opposed by Mr. Jay of N York  and Mr. Rutledge of south Carolina, because we were so divided into religious Sentiments, some Episcopalians, some Quakers, some Anabaptists, some Presbyterians, and some Congregationalists so that we could not join in the same act of Worship” (John Adams 677).

   The former quote expresses appeal to reason. John Adams is justifying why the congress could not start with a prayer. He is stating, with shrewdness, the valid reasons of the disapproval of the congress (the congressmen have diverse faiths). This quote is important to the overall of the letter because it manifests the motives of the rejection from the congress towards the proposition. This passage conveys the whole intention of the congress.

Works Cited

Adams, John and Mary. Letters. English class packet.

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Patrick Henry vs Hilanne Simon: Ring Fight #1

Mr. Patrick Henry:

     No pubescent female reflects more vastly than I do of the fraudulence of your words, as well as your facilities to exploit the immaculate minds of the President and of your fellow citizens in the court. Nevertheless, as you uttered, we all have miscellaneous perspectives and we shall not disrespect them. I pronounce resolutely, that I will not, and I repeat so you can grasp this motion, WILL NOT, be silenced. Therefore, I shall be outspoken and communicate the invalidity of your ideas. I am dogged to uncover the truth behind your so-famous-Speech-in-the-Virginia-Convention! After I terminate my speech, you’ll wish you hadn’t messed with me or my British advocates and loyalists! Paraphrasing what the legendary rapper Eminem once sang, I will tear down your balcony if you look down on me Patrick Henry!

     It is radical in this transition to state an indubitable veracity. You, Mr. Henry, are closing your eyes to the excruciating truth. Do you suffer of amblyopia or another eye disease? You avowed you were willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it right? Well, you, the Americans, are a reminiscence of the maleficent characters of Disney Channel movies! The British ministry has every single right to tax you. Why can’t you acknowledge the fact that we are not, in any way feasible, using a tyrannical system to recover the money we once lend you? None of us can disregard the certainty that the colonies could not render financial operative systems in order to defend themselves! The British ministry had the chance to provide justice for their nation by taxing the American colonists. But what was the demeanor of the colonies in this occasion, in which their own existence was concerned? The colonies rejected the valid opportunity to concede Great Britain with the same economic aids that were once provided for them. Consequently Patrick Henry, you should stop the drama and pathos immediately! Stop saying that you have petitioned, supplicated, prostrated, and implored the Parliament to stop the oppression, because in reality, the taxes are neither unfair nor oppressive! You alleged you have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable. You certainly have not. We, the British, have been the mature adults here! You are the ones who have compelled us to save the sanity and supremacy of our empire. We have altered our civil society in order to satisfy your cheap complaints and moans! Therefore, I am telling you to stop with the pretexts and supplications! Patrick Henry, you should thoroughly analyze the matters in dispute. The quarrel here is because of your contradiction to reimburse our money! That is why I think the only resolution to this struggle is to find a permanent redress. You should continue to pay taxes to the British ministry until you have paid their debts. If you execute what I propose, you will have a gratifying feeling. The scores would finally be even; for both the American colonists and the British.

     As a result, why do you affirm that we have rejected a reconcilable solution? You have distorted and twisted our words and actions in order to provide preferential treatment for your faction. You are practically threatening us you infamous insolent! Patrick Henry: why do you say you have done everything that could be done? You dispute every single action the British ministry performs! Admit it; you are blaming everything on us! Why don’t YOU take responsibility! Are you afraid of the consequences? Well, follow Eminem’s example and take a stand! We are not asking you to abandon your inestimable privileges; we would never ask such thing. We are earnest for you to understand and respect our position, instead of convincing everyone that we have declined to solve this disagreement peacefully. That’s what you’ve done; you have given Great Britain a notorious reputation based on our supposed “hostilities”. Give us the opportunity to display our subtle side once again. Be patient, for this is not an easy task for us. We have never thought of you as weak, but as a menace because you are numerous indeed. Henry, you alleged that you would fight for the holy cause of liberty. That’s nonsense! No holy cause needs violence in order to achieve it. John Lennon once said, “Give peace a chance.” Even though I suck at math, I devised a formula to improve our situation: time + chance = peace. Give us, the British, a chance to change what we can. Provide us with time and be patient. I can assure you will not repent. Everyone deserves a second chance. Give us a second chance and we will keep you at “arm’s length”. This is a better elucidation than condemning everything we perform.

     To leave you with a final thought Mr. Henry, why do you chose suicide over living in “subjugation”? Just scrutinize the state of affairs meticulously and you will realize you are making a big deal out of it. The British are only imposing taxes as a political and reasonable system to recuperate from the debts accumulated by helping your common safety. And how do you react? By stating: “war, war, war is the only solution!” Blah, blah, blah Mr. Henry! I am tired of hearing you whine! You should inform yourself by reading the connotation of “slavery” in a dictionary. You actually own personal freedom. You are positioning the colony of Virginia in an attitude of defense. We never meant nor intended for war to happen. In your speech, you only expatiated on the probability of the British ministry enslaving America! Your words do not serve as fear factors for me. Fortunately, Eminem helped me break out of my cage and helped me face my demons! I know not what course you may take; but as for me Mr. Henry, I chose to face my demons in a peaceful way instead of committing suicide!

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"Be comfortable in your own skin. Don’t wear fur" - PETA

From The Hilanne

No. 1 [Hilanne Widad Simón Andonie]

To the People of planet Earth                                                                                         September 5, 2010

     After watching the movie 101 Dalmatians, you are called upon to deliberate on a new personal plan to change the world. The theme speaks its own magnitude, understanding in its consequences nothing less than the abolition of animal furs in order to satisfy fashion’s and people’s shallow and idiotic needs. This subject has been sporadically mentioned for the reason that it is one of the world’s common goals. Nevertheless, this crisis has never been fully regarded nor of importance. This is why I feel compelled to incite others into action (not only because it’s my English homework). Not only animals will feel indebted, but our compatriots will feel calmed when my allies and I help them with their wardrobes!

     Have you seen the movie 101 Dalmatians? Well, if you have, then you are acquainted with Cruella Devil’s inhumanity. Let’s not resemble her! The sale of fur should be banned! Countless innocent animals have been slaughtered for the purpose of money. Is this era prepared to receive an improved, humanitarian, and compassionate society? Our society should not represent an ‘ego-factory’! People are out of their minds if they assume it is suitable for them to buy fur! Cruella Devil is a shallow, insane, and a cruel person! In the film, Cruella Devil wanted to kill innocent puppies only to gain beautiful coats. She did not win anything by being immoral and she is an archetype of pure superficiality. Why do we require the fur of guiltless animals to warm ourselves when we can utilize clothes as an alternative? People execute animals because of vanity; unnecessarily. What type of reckless civilization are we?

     This plan, moreover, doesn’t solitary incorporate the occurrences of the existing shallowness of our so-called “human race”. It also adds the broad hardships of poor animals. It is impossible to decode the sufferings of them. As I stated before, they are killed because people have an appetite for wealth and because fashion promotes its high status with absurdness! Trappers already steal the lives of these poor creatures without an acknowledged excuse! In my opinion, animals should not be killed because of fur, but I do acknowledge the fact that we need them to survive and nourish ourselves. Consequently, why do trappers have the wicked desire to torture animals in inconceivable ways? Trappers habitually beat, strangle, and stomp the animals until they die! On fur farms, animals are anally electrocuted, have their necks snapped, are gassed, or even poisoned with strychnine! Why abuse of them!? Perhaps nobody taught them the golden rule: Do not treat others in ways you would not like to be treated!

   It is my ideal to prove to this society the kind of perverted ambition they have to aggrandize each and every one of their state of affairs. My causes are strong and numerous indeed. My ultimate goal is to awaken kindness in the human soul. God’s creatures should not be punished because of people’s wrong sense of judgment. As a result, the people of planet Earth may at least remember that animals are being killed while they read this proposal. I hope I revealed the justness of the animals by providing human kind with a reminder: DO NOT PURCHASE ANY KINDS OF ANIMAL FURS! If you do, the consequences will be extremely high. It is my conviction to influence your decision for your best interests. If you purchase animal furs, you will probably end like Cruella Devil, with a sick obsession for animal skins. Do not end like her, looking horrid with her giant and hairy coats of animal furs! Do not end like the Olsen twins; with new nicknames because they used animal furs: Hairy Kate and Trashley Olsen. The fur industry kills more than 50 million animals every year, don’t contribute! Don’t be hated by the entire world. Instead, be loved like Khloe Kardashian, who promotes PETA’s anti-fur ads. I will therefore conclude by stating that you are an animal if you contribute to the fur industry.

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Captivity Narrative: 'Do Not Judge a Dog by Its Barks'

     This is a testimony of my captivity. I, Hilanne Simón, was abducted by evil poodles. I never imagined, not even in my craziest dreams, that I would be kidnapped by my best friend’s adorable poodle.

     It all started when Alexandra Quiñonez and I became close friends. She invited me to her house with the purpose of showing me her new puppy: AG. When I first met him, he was a sweet, diminutive, and really introvert poodle. I had no complains whatsoever. With time, I continued visiting my new little friend and I started noticing a change in his behavior. When he started growing, he stopped receiving me with love, but instead received me with hatred and barks. He became a bitter and cocky poodle.

     I was kidnapped last Friday at Alexandra’s house. When I arrived, that hideous AG started barking and I could not stand him. AG was chasing me as if I was a complete stranger and threat to him. I started laughing, but then realized he had taken my reaction as an insult. I felt alarmed when I saw his big fangs and went outside to find refuge of that evil creature. As I closed the door of the garden and turned around, I was surprised to see an army of poodles doing their necessities in Doña Juanita’s beautiful rose bushes. They all stared at me with their red eyes, and started running towards me! What actually worried me was the fact that they were running in two legs instead of four. Afterwards, they all carried me and took me to AG’s dog house. In reality, the dog house was not just a simple dog house. It had a secret tunnel that led to an underground world of evil poodles!

     Once I was there, they tied me to a huge bone and gathered in a circle. I tried to decipher what they were discussing, but unfortunately I could not understand their dog idiom. I felt puzzled and thought I had gone mad. I tried to convince myself that it was just a dream. Then, ironically, AG walked toward me, with a conceited aura as always, and told me, using the English idiom, that it was not a dream. I wanted to hit that dog with the newspaper on his nose! I told him that Alexandra would save me and would discover his contrivance! AG then answered that Alexandra would never doubt about him. Then he left without saying anymore English words.

     As the seconds passed, I wonder what would be of my existence and I wonder if someday they would find me. What in fact most mystified me was the reason why AG hated me so much. I could not sleep all night. I tried to analyze my possibilities of escaping, but I had poodles, who were specialized in attacking, observing me. The next morning, they gave me a chicken bone, but I could not eat. I had so much in mind. Why was I the only person captive? Was it because I had discovered their secret world? Or was I captive because AG had a personal problem with me? He definitely wanted me to arrive to the garden. He had plotted everything.

     As I spent my second day in the poodle’s underworld, they told me I better start acting as one of them because I would live with them until I died. I thought: ‘I better do as they say. I have no other choice but to die as well.’ I had to walk using my legs and hands, which I thought was unfair because they walked using only two legs. I had to lick bones and eat human leftovers. They did not let me shower and I slept in the grass. I felt really uncomfortable, disgusted, and lonely. The place where I was only contained a lake, gardens, bushes labeled with the poodle’s names, and a horrible smell. I realized how cruel dogs lived.

     The next day, I demanded to talk with AG. I had thought about the situation pretty well. AG could hate me for four reasons. One: Alexandra now spent more time with me than with him. Therefore, he was jealous of me. Two: I had interrupted the poodle’s privacy while doing their necessities at Alexandra’s bushes. Three: I discovered their world. Four: my captivity was a form of vengeance to human kind because humans mistreated their dogs. As I reunited with AG, I stated my reasons. He started barking at me. I didn’t know if he was laughing at me or yelling, but then figured he was laughing because his tail was moving. He congratulated me! I actually nailed the four reasons.

     Afterwards, I gave AG a sermon of why he should grant me my freedom. I told him he should not be jealous; that Alexandra loved both of us equally. Consequently, I told him I interrupted his army’s private moment accidentally and that I would not reveal their gargantuan secret. But most importantly, I told him that in the past two days, I had grasped the unfair ways humans treat their dogs. All those poodles had escaped from their owners because they did not have love. I became conscious I neglected my poodles, Blanqui and Coco, and that I was being punished for it.

     Astonishingly, AG jumped over me and started licking me! He was apologetic and freed me. Before I left, I made a pact with AG to keep the Poodle’s Secret Organization a secret. I also swear to myself to love and care for my poodles so they would not abandon me. I felt really relieved.

     I returned back to Alexandra’s house with AG. It was like if I never left. Alexandra was bewildered when she saw AG and me hugging and playing. While she was drooling, AG and I were embracing the moment.

     The captivity of ‘evil’ poodles doesn’t sound so crazy for me after all.

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