Hary

What is the History of McDonalds? Do you like McDonalds? Like it or not, about 300,000 people eat at the restaurant daily. You might be wondering when it was created, why it was created, how many there are, and, if you want to dig deeper, what is the truth behind its best seller the Big Mac. Can you handle the truth? Or, when you read this article, want to put down the stuff forever? Let’s find out. McDonalds was created in 1940 by Dick and Mac McDonald to serve people good barbeque. Yes, barbeque. And to make matters weirder, it was a drive-in service with carhops. This was in full operation until 1948 when McDonalds got renovated into what it looks like now. The staple of it was called the “15 Cent” Burger. McDonalds was made for our pleasure and what people say, “a party in my mouth”. Through the years, did you know that McDonalds used potato chips instead of their award winning French Fries. McDonalds made their fries in 1948 along with their Triple Thick Shake. Just how many McDonalds’ are there? By 1959, there were 100 restaurants around the United States. By 1963, there were about 500 restaurants. By 1978, only 15 years later, McDonalds expanded to a whopping 5,000 restaurants! Now, in 2010, there are 10,000+ McDonalds in the United States and another 5,000+ worldwide! If 300,000 people go to McDonalds daily, the average a person spends is three dollars, and there are 10,000 restaurants in the United States, McDonalds makes $13,500,000,000 a day!

I would like to tell you how your poem "You Can't Write a Poem About McDonalds" impacted me. Your poem was great, but it reminded me of world hunger in rural places of the world such as Africa or Asia. It reminded me of hunger else where like in New York, where kids' moms can't afford a single loaf of bread or anything close to a chocolate bar. It reminded me of kids working hard on whatever they put their minds to just to feed themselves or their siblings. It also reminded me of people on the streets begging for money. They don't have a home, shelter, or car to keep them warm. They sit outside an alley dumpster, alone or with their friends waiting for salvation. This poem also changed my mind on whether or not I should eat at fast food restaurants while I am hungry. I don't think I would want to turn into a cannibal. Other than that, this poem heightened my senses on smell and sight. I actually like looking at the world around me with different twists and turns around the block. This poem also made me understand about obesity in the United States. It is true that we can get filled easily. I also think of romance and crazy people yelling, "We're all gonna die!". This may seem kind of shallow, but I thought that part was funny. This poem also helped me realize that there shouldn't be a McDonald's restaurant, because of the small reason of cannibalism. With the addicting aroma of french fries of a nice double cheeseburger, a man can go from human to beast in just one second. Also, going back to my first reason, I think there are probably people who are so addicted to McDonald's food that people could probably kill just for a little carton of french fries because they are so hungry and the taste of the warm, crunchy thing could actually set off a new breed of human beings. Anyway, I think tat this poem is one of the best poems I have ever written. Thank you for writing such a great poem!

Sincerely,

Hary Elizarde

Two Idiots and a Talking Shark by Hary Elizarde

Character List Jabes Bolt- Often known as “JB”. He is very dumb and not bright. His common sense is very inaccurate. He is 14 years old. Axel Johnson: Often known as “AJ”. Like Jabes, he is very dim-witted, but a lot more dumber. He is just a few months older than JB. He is 14. Gordy the Shark: A very nice shark. He is a figment of JB’s and AJ’s imagination. Asis Johnson: AJ’s younger brother. He is very smart and has an IQ next to Einstein’s level. He has the same figments of imagination as Jabes and Axel. He is 10 years old.

//The setting takes place in rural New York in an apartment. Jabes' mom and dad are out of town. He has a conversation with his friend Axel.// //JB walks in with AJ. The two sit down. The place they are sitting down in has two chairs. They are in a living room. To the right is a Wii game station and a television.//

Axel: JABES! WAZZAH! Jabes: I’ve been having a bad day man. Axel: Jabes never get bad day. Does bad day get Jabes? Jabes: I dunno man. I’ve been having these days like…forever! Axel: I guess we can just get some rest about that man. Jabes: Yeah, I guess. Hey, what did you get on that math quiz? Axel: I got a 15 out of 25. Jabes: Ha ha! I beat you! I got a 19 out of 25. Axel: Nerd. Jabes: I ain't no //nerd//. I just study unlike someone who plays video games all day long! Axel: I can still beat you at Super Smash Brothers Brawl 4. Jabes: That game requires no skill whatsoever man. I can probably beat you now that I know how to do the forbidden combo. Axel: No one has ever pulled off the forbidden combo. They say whoever can pull that off, a shark will pop out of his or her television. Jabes: It has happened once to me. Axel: There's no hway. Jabes: Hway? Axel: //Way.// Jabes: Oh heh. I can beat you at Halo 3 ODST. Axel: That game is pretty hard. But then again you've only played it once at my house. Jabes: Yeah. Call of Duty 4 is a bit harder but more fun. Axel: I hate that game! Jabes: Don't be dissin' COD man. COD is my life! Axel: You don't have a life! Jabes: Ehh you're probably right. Axel: Think you can beat me at Super Smash Brothers Brawl 4? Jabes: You're on. //Jabes picks up the Wii controller. Axel does as well. They both pretend to "click" the "a" button choosing the desired characters. Its as if the TV is the audience.// Jabes: I'm picking Captain Hawk. //clicks the "a" button.// Axel: I'm picking my all time favorite character, Brewstepha! //clicks the "a" button.// //Both "pretend" to play// Jabes: Take that! Axel: Dang you got better at this game! Jabes: Heh, I told you this game requires no skill. Axel: But can you dodge Brewsephs finale smash! Jabes: It'll be a cinch. Axel: Dang man. How can you move your thumbs so fast? Jabes: Its forbidden combo time! Axel: Wait what? Jabes: I did it! I nailed the forbidden combo! Axel: But how? //Gordy walks in.// Gordy: Hi guys I'm Gordy! Axel: Oh my god, a talking shark! Gordy: Calm down man I... //Axel kicks shark// Gordy: Dude! That hurt! Jabes: Who are you and what do you want with us? Axel: Yeah man what do you want with us? Gordy: Since you released me from that death hole, I can grant you three wishes. Unlike a genie, I actually read your mind to see what you want. Jabes: Oh boy! Three wishes! Axel: I wish I knew what to wish for. Gordy: That's //two// more wishes. Jabes: Dang it, Axel! Axel: I know what to wish for! I wish that I had all the game systems ever built in my house. Gordy: Thats //one// more wish. Jabes: Lemme guess, we can't wish for wishes? Gordy: Actually, you can! Jabes: Then I wish I had 10 more wishes. Gordy: Nice wish! //Asis walks in//. //He is surprised to see a shark in his living room. His mouth opens wide.// Asis: Holy crap! A talking shark! Jabes: Asis get out of here! Axel: Yeah, get out of here! Gordy: Lets not get to greedy here. There's plenty of wishes to go around. Asis: //(pointing//) OMG it's a talking shark! Axel: Who says "OMG" anymore? Gordy: I don't really know. I've been trapped in that stupid game for 2 decades! Jabes: That's only like two minutes!! Asis: Jabes, you're an idiot. //Two Decades// is equal to //20 years!// Jabes: Shut up! Asis:No! //You// shut up! Gordy: Talking shark still in the house here! Axis: I wish you two //turds// would stop fighting! Gordy: ......That was a stupid wish. //Jabes and Asis walk out. Big puff of smoke and flash. In exchange, there are two "turds" on the floor.// Axis: I wish they turned back! //Big puff of smoke and flash. Jabes and Asis walk back in.// Axis: Holy Bedazzle! Jabes: What? Asis: Holy crudzinski! How did you get all those game stations. Man, I wish I had those game stations. Gordy: That makes eight more wishes. Jabes: You dingushead! Those wishes were for me! I wish you were turned into a sandwich until someone ate you! Gordy: Very awkward wish. But, your wish is my command. //Asis walks out. Big puff of smoke and flash. In return is a PB&J Sandwich.// Axis: What did you do to my brother? Jabes: I wish I had a gun! With bullets! Gordy: //(sighs)// This is going to get bloody. //Puff of smoke. Gun appears in Jabes' hand.// Jabes: Say hello, to my little friend! Axis: How is that thing //little//? Jabes: I don't know. Axis: I wish that thing didn't have bullets. //puff of smoke and flash.// Jabes: Well I wish it does! //puff of smoke and flash.// Axis: Doesn't! //puff of smoke and flash.// Jabes: Does! //puff of smoke and flash.// Axis: Doesn't! //puff of smoke and flash.// Gordy: Hey guys! You only have one more wish left! Jabes: Oh sh^t. //Muffled cursing.....Kids, cover your ears.// Axis: I wish you were free! Gordy: Dude you are awesome! Jabes: Axis! You mother f_cker on a f_ckingsandwich with sandpapering up your a$$! Gordy: Wow, you have a big vocabulary. Axis: Well go off no! Your a talking shark! Swim on land! Walk on sea! I don't give a crud! Gordy: WEEEE!!! //Gordy leaves stage.// Jabes: Dude, I'm sorry for cussing. Axis: It's aight. Jabes: No it ain't aight. Axis: Wait, where's my brother? //Sandwich has "google" eyes. Axel takes a bite. Puff of smoke and flash. Asis enters.// Asis: Oh thank goodness you saved me. Axel: No problem. Asis: Hey, you wanna verse me in Brawl? Jabes: No! No more f_cking wishes! No more f_cking sharks! And No more f_cking video games! //breathes heavily.// Asis: Chill, JB! Axel: You guys wanna go to that one video game conven-- Jabes: //NO!!!//

// My Preface By Hary Elizarde

Did you know that brothers fought on different sides in the American Revolution? You might know about George Washington in the American Revolution, but did you know that he was a general? The historical fiction story you’re about to read shows how two brothers fight each other on a battlefield. On the way it will show you colonial life (life back then) and some comedy. // // I’ve set this story in the beginning of 1776 in Trenton, New Jersey. The story starts in Leeds, England but then shifts to America. After a few months, the American Revolution starts. The American Revolution was a battle of epic proportions as it was a battle for freedom. Have you ever watched any Star Wars movies? Think of the following this way. George Washington would be the commander of the rebels and the British would be sort of like the Sith. After all that think of my character, Daniel, as Luke Skywalker and his brother be someone like Darth Vader even though they were really close in the beginning of the story. I’m trying not to pick sides here, but the Sith can be good too, right? So, the British were not all that bad in this war. Neither were the Americans. // // Well, for starters, George Washington was real, but no one knew how he acted. In my story he is a fair but strict person. He might not be in real life. The fact that there were “shillings” and “pounds” are true as well. They use those instead of dollars. The Hessians were real too. They were German and they did help the British. Think of the Hessians as “fallen Jedi to the dark side”. There were taverns back then too. Think of them a hotel/ Fred Meyer for the town. The muskets were real and they were used back then. The militia system us also accurate as most people used that system back in 1776. King George III was real too and he was (in the American perspective) mean and cruel. There were slave auctions back then, too. Lastly, the facts that there were boats were real too. People used them for traveling from England all the way to America. // Where do I begin? Well, Daniel is a fictional character and he most likely never existed. His family is fictional too. The captain in the beginning is fictional and I do not know how captains acted against their passengers. The stable and man who talked to Daniel is fictional as well and, most likely, they never actually talked. The slave is not true either and he most likely cost a little less than two pounds. The Red Goose Inn is fictional and it probably never existed. The Battle of Trenton is true, but George Washington crossed the Delaware River before he got to the campsite while in my story Daniel is waiting for George Washington. It is probably true that brothers killed other brothers in the American Revolution, but it is unlikely that a man named Daniel killed his brother, John. In this story, you will read about a boy growing up to be a man. After he becomes one, he kills his brother. The story isn’t really based on muskets and generals, but on the relationship between Daniel and John. I hope this story reminds you on how lucky we are to live in a world where brothers don’t kill brothers unexpectedly. __A LIST OF MY SOURCES/DO YOU NEED MORE KNOWLEDGE?__ "Army Pay Scale - Redcoats - 18th Century - Gross Off - Reckonings " accessed March 1, 2010 http://footguards.tripod.com/01ABOUT/01_payscale.htm "George Washington - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia" accessed March 17, 2010 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Washington "Militia - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia" accessed March 17, 2010 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Militia "Musket - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia" accessed March 1, 2010 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Musket "The Inflation Calculator" accessed March 1, 2010 http://www.westegg.com/inflation/ Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000267 EndHTML:0000047173 StartFragment:0000002527 EndFragment:0000047137 SourceURL:file://localhost/private/Network/Servers/dzmacsrv.dz.jsd.k12.ak.us/Volumes/Disk1/Students/elizardh/Documents/Copy%20Document%20%22I%20Killed...%22.doc//
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“If you see a person working in the Red Goose tavern, you’re likely to see your uncle Abe. He is quite nice but awfully too nice if you ask me. If you see a woman working a loom, you’ll see my sister, Mary. She shares characteristics to your uncle Abe. I just kept remembering that phrase and kept walking. I walked about a mile until I saw a tavern. As I approached it, I noticed a sign next to the tavern. It read: Welcome to the Red Goose Inn! I took a deep breath and strutted into the tavern. When I got to the tavern, I saw several people drinking ale, a person refilling his cup, and a lady on a loom. She was dressed in petticoats and a bonnet. She looked like she was in her early 30s or late 20s. When I went up to her, she looked up. She stared at me like she already knew me. “Daniel Reed? Is that you?” “Aunt Mary? Is that you?” I reply. “Oh, Daniel. I haven’t seen you since your uncle and I have moved here. What brings you here?” “I have come with terrible news. My father and mother have died and I have no where to stay.” “I’m so sorry, Daniel. I knew my brother would die someday, but not this young. How did he die?” “His heart gave out. That’s all I know.” “Okay. Well stay here as long as you like.” And with that, my uncle Abe greets me. He was dressed in overalls and a low hat. He had a cheeky smile and had red cheeks. He looked about 40 or so. “Daniel! How are you doing?” “I’m fine, uncle.” “Oh ho ho! This is why you’re in America then?” “Actually, I’m here to send news. My father and mother have both died and my brother is still in England.” “That’s very sad. I’m so sorry. How is your brother?” “He’s doing fine. He wants to enroll in the British army.” “The army? With your father’s old musket, I presume.” “Yes. Why?” “Your father’s musket has horrible aim and does more recoil than an achy cow.” “You know this?” “But of course, Daniel! Ho ho ho! That used to be your grandfather’s musket.” “How do you know all this?” “You ask to much questions, Daniel. Just enjoy New Jersey!” “Speaking of which, how much is a room here?” “Tell you what,” he said in a whisper, “I’ll give you the family discount. Just a few shillings a fortnight if you help us with the chores around the tavern.” “Okay,” I reply and I go up to my room. Once there, I lay down on my bed and think of the gruesome memories it took to get me all the way here from England. The boat ride was cruel and painful. People were crowded from the left and right. Glaring out the boat made me sick. My stomach felt like it was inside out. My legs still felt wobbly as I moved back and forth on the boat. “Captain!” I say. “When will we be on the New Jersey shore?” “I’d say about 3, 2 maybe 2 and a half.” “What? 3, 2, maybe 2 and a half what?” “If we got fast enough maybe 1 more month.” “One month! That’s unbelievably long! Can’t this boat go any faster?” “We’re at the mercy of the breeze and the sea.” My name is Daniel Reed. I come from an average family. My father was an ammunition manufacturer in Leeds, England, while my mom raised us. Sadly, on one fateful day, my mother died. She was 34 years old. “Mother! You got to pull through this!” I said. My mother had curly brown hair and skin whiter than the clouds in the sky. “Daniel!” she exclaimed. “I don’t think I can get through this!” “Mother!” I shouted. Then, my father came in. “Rebecca! Don’t leave us!” And with that last sentence, my mom died giving birth. Not even the baby lived. Now it’s just my father, my brother, and I. A couple years later, about six years, my father’s heart gave out. He was 46 when he died in 1775. His last request was for me to go to America mainly to have a better life and my brother to stay here since he was old enough to take care of himself. Before my father died, he kept his life earnings in a little box. It was worth about 50 pounds. John and I split the money with me getting 35 pounds and him getting 15 since he could just live off the money easily. “Will you be alright here in England, John boy?” “Take care of yourself in America. We don’t have any more parents, so we can do whatever we want!” “How are you going to make money?” “Don’t worry about me, Daniel. You have to meet our aunt and uncle in Trenton. And don’t forget to say hi for me!” As he said that, I went on the boat and left John. The captain told me that we were about a quarter of the way to New Jersey. I thought of childhood memories in England and how John and I liked to play soldier boy. I thought about the musket we would always play with. It had always been unloaded from my dad, as he knew how to work this thing better than us at the time. “The gun itself has to be shot from the shoulder. You can get bruises if you shoot if from the waist.” He would always say. John and I, not knowing any better, had always held it from our waist since we were only kids. Now that we’re almost men, we now practice from our shoulder.

When I got off the ship about 3 or 4 weeks later, I arrived at New Jersey. It wasn’t like England at all. There were dirt roads instead of green grass. People were walking around the dirt road. There were even people kissing the dirt road for being on the boat to long. It was sort of uncanny and very unsanitary. I, for one, had very wobbly knees and couldn’t balance no matter how hard I tried. Walking to Trenton would be complete torture. Luckily, I found a stable where I could buy or rent horses. “Excuse me, sir?” “Yes?” “How much for a carriage and that horse?” “That’ll be 5 pounds to own, 3 shillings to rent.” “How much would it be to rent with someone tracking the horse?” “It depends on where you want to go. If you were going to Trenton, I’d say about 2 shillings. If you were headed to Boston, I’d say about a pound or so. It’s a little cheaper if you buy your horse.” “Get me to Trenton.” “Samuel! We got another one to Trenton!” He talks to me now. “Alright that’ll be 2 shillings.” I handed him the money and take off. I thought of all the things I would do here in my new life. I could be an innkeeper or maybe a manufacturer like my dad. But sadly, I couldn’t hear myself think while the horse trotted down so loudly like a bullet from a musket. So, I just fell asleep. Trenton was just like the port. It had dirt roads, taverns, and a marketplace. The only thing different here was a slave market. I walked toward a slave and asked, “How much for this one?” The auctioneer replied, “2 pounds starting.” I walked away. I sort of felt sorry for these people, but I heard on the ship that these people were actually barbaric animals. So, I just walked out of the slave market. Next was the marketplace. It seems like people were just not on today. The marketplace was gloomy and there were only a few people on the streets. I go up to this nice looking man and ask, “How much for a pound of tea?” “King George raised the tax on tea and sugar. They’re worth twice as much as they used to. I’m sorry kid, but the price is about 15 shillings starting.” “15 shillings? Just for a pound of tea?” “If you want, I can bring it down just for you.” “It’s okay. I’ll buy a pound anyway.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I will buy your tea.” The guy put my tea in a little cloth bag wrapped around with rope. I paid him the extra money. “This is a little more than I need.” “Keep the extra change.” I say. “Thank you.” He says.

By the time I woke up, it was the crack of dawn. I was sort of sleepy, but I did promise my uncle that I would help around the tavern. So that’s what I did. I remembered tips that my father gave me for livestock, and I started collecting the stuff. Just when my uncle woke up, he was surprised to see that there were 3 baskets of eggs collected and a few buckets of milk. “Daniel, you’re killing yourself!” “It’s all right. I can do this.” “No, Daniel. What you need now is rest.” “But uncle, I’ve only been working three hours!” “You’re just like your father. Anytime he does something, he keeps going even though he’s been told to stop. Listen, Daniel, you got to get more rest. I mean look at you! You look as if the war just got your soul!” “But will you be okay on handling all this?” “Oh ho ho! On the contrary, I’ve been doing this ever since I was as old as you! You just made my job a little easier.” “Thank you, uncle.” “No problem! You can take the whole day off, my treat!” After that, I entered my room again and tried to fall asleep once more. I was sore when I started to lie down, but I managed to close my eyes. When I woke up, I saw my Aunt Mary open up the tavern. It was close to noon, I presumed, so I just went downstairs. Lots of people were downstairs. It was a breakfast rush! People were buying ale, bread, milk, and all these other things. All I did was I went outside and got some fresh air. After I was refreshed, I got changed and explored Trenton. It was very fun. I got to buy different stuff and I was still left with 34 pounds. I stocked up food and inventory for an entire week all for just a sixpence! Back in England, I could never have gotten food this cheap. I was walking home until I saw a local militia. “Left, right, left! Right left right!” the general kept chanting. I was inspired. They were so disciplined and so intact that I was inspired. Now I knew why my brother wanted to join the army. The rush, the glory of firing those guns! I went mad on the idea! “If you want to enroll into the army, you’re going to need permission. Get a feather and some ink so I can sign you into the army,” said my aunt. “I’ve only been in Trenton for a few days and I already like the place, despite all the surroundings.” “Well, I hope you don’t die and you’d better give us some of your earnings.” “You get money in the army?” “But of course! You’re risking your hide for the rush of killing one of those lobster backs!” “Are you a loyalist?” “Yes and no. That question is too confidential and it might reveal me a little bit.” And with that, I got some ink, I got a piece of paper, and she signed the paper giving me permission to join the local militia. A few days after my aunt gave me permission, I said goodbye to my aunt and uncle and marched toward the combat room where people practiced their shots to become more accurate and more skilled. As I walked, I stumbled into a man who looked about 40 wearing a blue overcoat and white leggings. He looked rich. “Hello, young man.” I smiled back and said, “Hello.” “What is your name?” “Daniel Reed, sir.” “I see. And you are in this militia, I presume?” “Yes sir.” “I see. Nice to meet you!” “I never got your name.” “Washington. General George Washington.” As he walked away, I thought to myself. Is he a good general or is he a fake? I wouldn’t know. All I knew was that we were supposed to meet at the meetinghouse at 0900 hours. “We will do war in a few weeks. Those Redcoats won’t know what hit them. All I require you to do is to be prepared. We will assault them and make history!” said George Washington. All around I could hear the chanting of people yelling, “Independence!” or “For the glory of freedom!” I just tiptoed out the meetinghouse, past the shooting grounds, and through the exit. After that I knew what I had to do. I needed to get a new coat, a new musket, and some new balls for my musket. After spending about half of my money (now left with 17 pounds), I went to the shooting range back in the quarters. I fired one shot. I hit the dummy! Fire number two, I hit the dummy’s arm. As I shoot my third, General Washington walks in. “Are you a Hessian, soldier?” “No sir. I am one of you, sir!” “I like the way you say ‘sir’ after every sentence. Soldier, it’s all right. I may be strict, but I can be a nice guy.” “I believe that sir. Why did you call me a Hessian though, sir?” “Well, those good for nothing lobster backs used these German shooters to their advantages. These soldiers were very sharp shooters and have really good accuracy.” “Does this mean I could be as good as a Hessian, sir?” “You could be.” As he replied, he walked away, back into the meeting hall. Fire number four, I hit the dummy’s head. Fire number 146, goes through the dummy. I realize I only have a case of balls left, and I annihilated the dummies, so I just decide to call it quits for today. As I exit out, I see a vile thing happen. “This man has been convicted of murder, thievery, and pillage. For that, he will be hung.” Said a man. A priest came up and said this prayer before… I can’t get that image out of my head. The man who was hung was squirming like a worm. In one quick motion I saw his tongue stick out. It was very cruel, but people said things like “That guy deserved it!” or “Thank goodness he’s dead!” When I get to the tavern, some unusual things happen. “I’m back.” I tell my uncle. Instead of saying something nice, he looked at me angrily and said, “Where have you been all day, Daniel. You should have been working the farm!” I looked back and said, “I’m in the army now!” “Do you want to get killed, boy? Do you know how many people I’ve seen die before my eyes? I forbid you to go back into the army.” “But I already got permission from Aunt Mary!” “I don’t care if you got permission from the king! You are staying here and running the tavern with me, your aunt, the chickens, cows, and all the other animals in the farm.” “Uncle, I’m going no matter you like it or not. I want to protect this land. I want to rebel for what is right. I want FREEDOM!” “Freedom from what, Daniel? Think about what you’re saying.” “I already did, and I have already made up my mind.” “Get out of this tavern then. I never want to see your face again.” “Likewise." “Pack your things and get out of here or I’ll get the authorities for trespassing.” As I packed my stuff, I thought of where I was going to stay. I had 17 pounds left with me. I could do pretty much everything. So, I packed up and walked to the headquarters. “Daniel, sir. My name is Daniel Reed. I need a place to stay.” “Then you have come to the right place. We still got one bed left. You can have the bed in room E15.” Said the headmaster. “Thank you.” I reply. “No problem.” When I get to my room I see six other soldiers quartering here. They were just there sleeping, so I went to sleep. This was a really unusual dream. Instead of dreaming something that I would’ve liked, I had a brief flashback. We were in our cabin. The year was 1765. I was eight years of age at the time. My brother and I were playing with each other until we heard a horrible noise. “Daniel!” cried out my father. “Father! I’m right here!” I reply. “We must meet with your aunt and uncle to see it they’re okay.” We did that and we saw their cabin scatter into pieces. Luckily, they were fine. “Aunt Mary! Uncle Abe!” I yell. “We are right here, Daniel!” said my aunt Mary who was about 18 at the time. “Are you okay?” asked John. “We’ll be fine.” “Mary, how did this happen?” asked my dad. “I don’t know, but whatever it was had to come from inside the cabin.” “Well, no sense of arguing. You can stay in our house for a while if you want.” She replied, “I knew this would happen a long time ago so I have to move to America. Trenton, New Jersey to be exact.” After that incident, my flashback changed. I was seven and a half years of age. I knew this because this day was a day I solemnly vowed never to forget. It was the day I almost died if it weren’t for John. I remember this day as if it were to happen again and again. This dream was only a mere reminder of the many reminders I had. “John!” I yelled. “Where are you?” “Dan, It’s okay. I’m right next to you.” “Promise?” “Promise. I am right next to you.” At that time, we were both only kids. I was of course seven and John was 10 or so. This is the part where things got a little scary. While I was walking down the trail trying to get back to our house, I tripped on a rock and rolled down into a creek. There I saw death. He was smiling at the end of the creek because at the end of the creek there was a cliff. It was a waterfall. “John! John! John!” I bellowed. “Dan! Where are you?” “I’m in the creek! Get me out!” I gurgled. About a minute later, I saw the cliff. I couldn’t do anything because I didn’t know how to swim. This is when John came to the rescue. I saw him with a gigantic rock and he slammed it onto the creek. That stopped the current so I could walk onto dry land. “John, thank you.” “We’re brothers Daniel. You would do the same thing for me. If we were in a life and death situation, I know that you will save me.” I hear a horn blaring. “Bah!!!” I yell. “Come on, men. There’s daylight, so lets use it up! Come on! Hut two three four! Hut two three four!” George Washington yells. I get up and get changed. After all the commotion and shooting practice, General George Washington announces something. “You have all been a great group. I am sad to say that I will be going back to Pennsylvania. Do not fret, for I will be back and we will assault the enemy.” It is now December and a few months ago, General George Washington announced his arrival. He was assaulting the Hessians while they were celebrating Christmas. I wanted to come, but I had to wait at the Delaware River, because that’s how they were going to assault the Hessians. “Daniel Reed. Welcome to the assault.” “It is my honor to be here with 2000 other men.” “Just fire at my mark.” “Yes sir.” We walked up a few hills and walked about 10 miles until we got to the garrison. “Do this for the REBELS! Do this for FREEDOM! Do this for the GLORY OF THE COLONIES!” We charged into the garrison and saw tons of Hessians vulnerable to our muskets. We fired at them. After killing a few, we started capturing some. We did that for a while until…. “You British are long gone!” “Daniel, it’s me! John! Your broth-" And with that said, I fired my musket. The world was in slow motion. I saw the ball get out of my musket. There was smoke, powder, and an aftershock. The ball had turned into what looked like my father. I was hallucinating, probably, but I swear, I heard that ball saying something. I listened closer. I made out what said, “Come, my son. Get into my arms.” With that, the world went back to normal and I saw the ball collide into my brother’s chest. I could hear him faintly say, “Thank you, Daniel. Father.” I couldn’t look back. I knew on that day, December 26, 1776, that I, Daniel Reed, killed my brother. After the battle at Trenton, I decided to live a life free of war. I apologized to my uncle for joining the war, but I soon found out that he and aunt Mary sold the Red Goose to move up North. I found another tavern to stay in before I bought a cabin after the Revolution. George Washington won the whole war and the Americans declared independence from England. In 1783, I married a sweet young girl named Carol, only a year younger than me, and we had one girl and one boy named Rachael and Ben. They both looked almost like their mom with pale skin, blonde hair, and hazel eyes with both of them. I, Daniel Reed, killed my brother. I have my regrets, but everything is just fine for me.

Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000267 EndHTML:0000007515 StartFragment:0000002522 EndFragment:0000007479 SourceURL:file://localhost/private/Network/Servers/dzmacsrv.dz.jsd.k12.ak.us/Volumes/Disk1/Students/elizardh/Documents/That%20Bone%20Book%20from%20Boneville.doc That Bone Book from Boneville Hary Elizarde (P.S. Guy in green hat- Phoney Bone. Guy standing behind him with pointy hat- Fone Bone.) Do you like reading about little white creatures with huge noses? If yes, you might need to see a psychiatrist. If you like reading about little white creatures with huge noses that follow a beautiful farm-raised girl and her grandmother with adventures such as cow racing, treasure hunting, and battling long lost siblings? If yes, then you would like to read the __Bone__ series by Jeff Smith. I will tell you about the 8th book in the series called __Bone: Treasure Hunters.__ In this book you will be asking, “what will happen next?” while on the edge of your seat begging to figure out what happens so you skip to the part where the climax is but then soon realize you knew the answer all along. While on their way to the castle, Fone Bone (main character) walks alongside his friend Thorn. As they do that, Phoney Bone and Smiley Bone steal a wagon. Apparently all their doing with it is hiding their rat creature friend, Bartholomew. As they do that, Thorn’s grandma, Ben Rose, busts Phoney and Smiley. After she does that, while in the city, they go to the top of a roof and she hangs out with an old friend from “dream school” (the world of “Dreaming” pertains to the spirit world in this book). Once they do that, a shady person, whom I will not reveal, tries to bring Thorn to the dream world. While doing so, this person can unleash a magical force that can bring the whole valley or perhaps the world to its knees. After a few side quests about Fone and Phoney beating wasps for gold, the person who tries to bring Thorn to the dream world advances his/her army into the valley. Another army stirs in the valley as well and takes Fone and Thorn to jail just because they believe in the dream world. Will Thorn and Bone get out in time? Will he/she who will not be named in this review rule the valley/world? Will Smiley, Bartholomew, and/or Phoney have a say in this all? Well this is the eighth book and there are nine, so you will have to read the ninth book of the series to find out. This book did many things well. The characters always had a problem whether it was a side quest, or part of the real deal. They would always figure out the problem whether it was big or small. They also add pictures to find what they look like. Finally, who doesn’t like farm girls with buff grandmas with little white creatures with huge noses? As much as I can say about this book that I love, there are some things I did not like. One example being that the author explains too much. Like have you ever read a book and once you read it you want to know more but you already know what happens because it explains that in the very beginning? This happens in the book sometimes. I would like to recommend this book to all comic book lovers and people from grade school all the way to high school! Even though it is a comic book, it does explain a lot using dialogue. I think that anyone who knows words and enjoys pictures can read this book and it doesn’t take that long to read it too because even though its 200+ pages, it is still a comic book and it goes by pretty fast. In this book you will be asking, “what will happen next?” while on the edge of your seat begging to figure out what happens so you skip to the part where the climax is but then soon realize you knew the answer all along. While so, you will get the thrill of seeing what the Bone cousins are capable of doing, the relationship between the mysterious person and Grandma Ben, and the romantic relationship(s) of Grandma Ben’s lover. No background knowledge is needed! It explains almost everything or anything in the book itself. So come on! Grab a __Bone__ series book from your local library and read it! Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000204 EndHTML:0000004633 StartFragment:0000002391 EndFragment:0000004597 SourceURL:file://localhost/Users/student/Documents/What%20is%20the%20History%20of%20McDonalds.doc Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000204 EndHTML:0000004633 StartFragment:0000002391 EndFragment:0000004597 SourceURL:file://localhost/Users/student/Documents/What%20is%20the%20History%20of%20McDonalds.doc