The plot thickens

“hello, how are you today?,” this strange woman inquired.

“Im good, thanks for asking, by any chance are you mrs thumble,”I asked cautiously.

“why yes i am, arent u a smart one,”she  said in apraisle.

I smiled and began to inspect her shop. There was a huge book shelf. I did need some good reading material to keep me entertained.As my uncle had no tv.

“I’ve never seen you before , where are you staying,”Mrs thumble asked.

“In the mansion at the end of the village,” I answered.

” You mean crocker Mansion,  are you related to Mr. crocker himself,”she asked in amazement.

“yes he is my uncle, you know him?,” I replied.

“That is not important, take this book and pay great attention to every word you read,” she burst out in alarm

she handed me the book and shoved me out the door.she looked at me for another 10 seconds and said ” take care and start reading that book there is no time to loose,” and with that she disappeared into her realm of junk.I stood there in shock.Wat on earth just happened.I looked at my now muddy shoes. For she had shoved me into a mucky puddle.I look up again and see a boy across the road staring at me with his mouth wide open.I dont tolerate staring its rude.so i am always rude back.

“Oi what you doing catching flies, stop staring!!!!!!!,”I yelled across the road.

The boy hopped across the road.not bothering to avoid the puddles.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be rude, I was simply amazed that Mrs.thumble shoved you out of her store normally once you go in she tries to keep you in there for as long as possible,”He explained ,”by the way I’m Alex,”he put his hand out for me to shake it.

I stared at his hand it was covered in a brown substance.He saw me squint my face in disgust.He drew his hand back.

“don’t worry its just chocolate,” he explained ,”You must be new I’ve never seen u before where are u staying do u need a tour of the village even though it not a very big village or maybe we could go to town some time together i know its kind of weird me a stranger asking u to places but u see I’m terribly lonely because my friend had to go away for Christmas and,”I put my hand over his mouth.

“You are extremely talkative , do u realize that,”I exploded.

Alex let out a cheeky grin and blushed slightly.

“Yes I am aware of that”

I smiled back.

“Well actually I think i will just go home and read my book,” I said holding up the book to show him.

” Oh ok then , Well see ya around,” He said ,rather disappointed.

“Maybe ,” I replied as I walked off.

When I was back in the comfort and safety of my room, I began to read the book.  It was all about how to keep ghosts and what not away. It was Very peculiar. I thought this very childish to believe in ghosts and ghouls but there was something about the way the book was written that grabbed me. It was as if the author was right there in my bedroom telling me the content of the book. Though it did go rather bit of course in some places so I flipped through the book to the Haunted locations section. It listed around 30 different locations in England that were Haunted. As my eyes travelled down the page I saw Crocker Mansion. My eyes widened. I didn’t believe in hauntings but the place I’m in right now is said to be haunted!

“Knock , Knock ,”  Went the door

” Um , Uh , Come in,” I said still in shock.

The maid , Jane ,  appeared from behind the door.

” You have a visitor , ” She informed me in her usual dull voice

” Oh , OK, ” I hopped out of bed wondering who on earth it could be , I presumed it would be Alex the boy that I had met in the village. 

Once I arrived at the door there was no one there. What was going on? Could it be that the ghost here were real and they had kidnapped my visitor? Or had the unknown Uncle Albert scared them off? I looked both ways out the door. Still nobody there.

” Hello ,” I called out

Mrs. Frisby and the rats of NIMH

In the book there is an arguement between Nicodemus, the rat leader, and jenner , his chldhood friend, about weather they should continue to scavange and steal electricity  or start growing their own food. But do they want to give up all their luxsurys to do the right thing? Admit it we are all selfish. We say we have to help the planet and go green but most of us think about the little picture. like oil and seeing if we can make cars run on solar energy or somthing like that but oil makes plastic and with out plastic we wouldnt have clothes made from polyester or our nintendos and wiis playstations and xboxes not to mention i wouldnt be on this ccomputer right now and typing this. Plastic is not nature friendly and can be quite harmful. Would we be willing to give up all theese things to do the right thing? I have to say no I wouldnt be. I could not live without plastic.so were almost in the same pericement as the rats.

Who I would want to be in the book

In the book Mrs.Fisby and the rats of Nimh I think i would want to be nicodemus. I would want to be him because he has all the power and it would just be amazing to experience their whole underground world. Its not as if they have a hard life. Theyhave electricity, running water, refridgeration and elevators! How ever i dont think i would like being held captive for 3 years in a tiny cage and all the stress of being in charge.

What I think of Mrs.Frisby and the Rats of Nimh

In english we are reading  a book called Mrs.Frisby and the rats of nimh. This is what I think of it. It is an amazing book. it grabs you, it is so hard to put it down.It is full of adversity , friendship, loyalty , trust and much more.  It is detailed but not too detailed. The books cover makes it seem very babyish. How ever it is quite complicated and I doubt any young child could understand half the things that go on. Which goes to show you can never judge a book by its cover. On the other hand the film ( which we have watched quater of) has lots of bits cut out to make it less complicated and easier for little kids. They even added a character and changed the name!! Also they have added a magic amulet which I think just sort of ruins the whole point of the rats.

Adversity in Mrs.Frisby and the rats of Nimh

In the beggining of the book mrs.Frisby does suffer from adversity that she must overcome. An example of a film is the persuite of happiness.( I watched it a while back so i cant remember names and places)This man is  poor and has one son.His wife left them because of this.His son always blames him self for his mom leaving.One day he is kicked out of his apartment. He is trying so hard to  build and  invention that will get him a job in a company which will pay him well.He is forced to go to refuge centers every night and hope he gets in.On their first night of homelessness they sleep on a cardboard box in a toliet in the subway.But in the end he gets the job and becomes extremely wealthy.This is a true story.A time i had to overcome misfortune is when my friend who is just like my little sister got phnemonia again .She was only 4 at the time.I was distracted during lessons and couldnt concentrate on anything.I went to see her everday after school . She was wild and talkative but when I visited her she was asleep and could barely talk. But day by day she got livelier. But she is perfectly fine now.

The week befor christmas

Chapter4

Mum left early that morning. So I decided I would check in on Emily. 

“Ring, ring,ring,” went the phone.

” OH MY GOSH ASH,” Emily blurted, ” youve got to save me , Miranda wears mud masks when she goes to sleep and when she sleeps she snores like a 50 year old.”

“Oh im sure its not that bad,” I said sarcasticly.

“Want to bet, I recorded her last night i thought id play it on the morning announcements,” She whispered.

It didnt sound like snoring, more like a cat being strangled by a sneezing racoon.I laughed so hard I thought I would burst.Suddenly I heard shouts on the other side. I could just about make out it was mirandas stupid high pitched sounding voice.

“GO TO GO,” Emily said in a very smug voice.

I could smell an aroma coming from downstairs. So I took of my pjs put on my favourite T-shirt ( the one my dad bought whwn he went to china on a buisness trip)and jeans. found my note pad and followed my directions. Once I had made the long trek downstairs i followed my nose to the kitchen. I saw a rather manly looking woman infront of the stove.

Good gracious miss , you scared the life out of me,” Said the woman ” well i suppose you came for breakfast , I shall bring it up to your room.”

” please there no need to I would quite like to eat down here and share someones company ……. Thats if you are not to busy,” I asked feebly.

“terribly sorry but ive got to go an buy fresh vegtables for lunch,”She moaned.

She rushed out the room and once again i was alone.I watched the steam come of my porridge .Its the most interesting thing ive seen in 24 hours.suddenly i didnt feel like eating.I started to wonder where on earth my uncle was.I thought i might look for him but on the other hand ii might get lost.so instead i found my jacket and went outside . I walked down the drive way and through the spiked gates , the cold winter breeze making my face numb.As the wind shook the trees they seemed to whisper to me such amazing secrets.I put my ear against a tree it felt like putting my ear in an ice bath.Suddenly i heard a very strange low voice.

“run while you can run run …….,” i froze on the spot not from the air but was this tree really talking to me it couldnt be trees dont talk .

I felt uneezy.I must be imagining things i thought to myself. I was walking for about 10 minutes when i entered the village.I Decided i was hungry again and found about a pound in my pocket.I went into one of the two village shops (discluding the post office ofcourse) and bought a chocolate for 28p.When i came out i looked at the shop next door. “Miss thumbles junk shop”. I love junk shops u never know what u might find so i pushed the door. It was rather heavy when thhe door opened i heard the bell on the door jingle. On the counter there was a crystal ball. Which should give you some idea of what this place looked like. It was just completely hippy or sort of harry potter , posions and incantations sort of feel. There were bits of fabric hanging from the ceiling and purple liquids in strange shaped bottles on shelves.suddenly somthing wild ad fizzy slowly emerges from behind the glass counter. suddenly i see a full womens face . She was smiling like a chesher cat her hair defying the laws of gravity. I felt slightly scared yet intreged by this strange mad woman.However she also had a senseible look about her.Maybe it was the glasses.She stared straight into my eyes as if she was reading my thoughts………..

Mrs frisby and the Rats of Nimh

Poor Mrs Frisby is a widow and has 4 children. Timothy her youngest child is the frailest of them all. They are living in a hollow cement block in the ground at Mr. Fitzgibbons farm.It is winter and Mrs.Frisby needs to move her family before the farmer does his plowing. But Timothy falls ill with phnemonia.He is unable to make the move due to his ill health he can not breath cold air for it my trigger the phnemonia.He is also too big too cary.

Anne Frank

Anne Frank was a girl living in world war 2. Her and her family as well as the Vaan Daan family went into hiding in Amsterdam in 1942.I think if I had to  go into hiding I wouldn’t be able to cope with it. I love going outside and I’m very loud, even when I’m trying not to be. I would always be scared of getting caught. Even when I’m only playing hide and seek ,I get that weird scared feeling. Anne must have been terrified, all the time. I think that would eventually make  me go insane. I would feel lonely not having friends to talk to, who could reply to me and confide all my secrets in. Even if I did survive the war I don’t think id ever be the same person I once was.It was a real shame Anne was discovered. she was so close to surviving the war. One of her greatest dreams was to be a writer and since her diary was published, I guess her dreams came true.

The week before christmas

Chapter 3 The Black Mansion

We finally drove up to a big black mansion. But maybe it only looked black because it was late at night.We got out of the car and walked towards the door.There was no door bell, but a rather large door knocker. It was hanging in the mouth of a lion. I knocked on the door three times. It was very heavy and covered in cobwebs.It looked liked no one had been there in years. But the most eery thing was when ever the wind blew it seemed to warn you to go back. Finally the door opened.

” Yes, ” a women appeared from behind the door.

She rather short and had her hair in a tight bun on the top of her head.Her face was emotionless.Her complection was as white as a canvas.Her eyes were black holes. She peered at my mother and Iand  held a small feather duster.

” Ummmm yes hi I am Stacey ,I’m Al-Alberts sister ,” Mum stutered

“Ah yes you are here to deliver your daughter ,  Master Albert had informed me this morning on her arrival,”She remarked in a very dull voice,” this way.”

There were portraits all along the walls and floral carpets covered the floor.We were led up staircases, down hallways , through doorways, until we arrived at a very large door.I was  worried on getting lost so I decided to note down the directions on a note pad. The maid, whose name we discovered to be Jane Carter, opened the door. In the room there were two old fashioned four poster beds, a dressing table , a cupboard, a small round table and two chairs.

“Well its time to hit the hay,” Mum yawned ,” I think I’ll spend the night here.”

” ok,”I replied

we both prepared ourselves for bed and  got tucked in. But once again I was reminded of my napmare.

The week before Christmas

Chapter 2 Its a feeling

” Ashley were going,” mum called

” Ok, coming,”I called back

I dragged my self down the stairs.Mum was already in the car waiting for me.I got my bag and locked the door.I opened our yellow saloon car door.When ever i did it made me think of bumble bee in transformers.

“Tie up your hair Ashley,”Mum said

I rummaged around my bag.It looked like a tornado had been in my small blue bag.Eventually I found a orange scrunchy, witch did not cordinate with  my red top.But then again my pants were yellow wich made me look rather bogus.So i guess it didnt matter.I always envied emily she always had the latest out fits and had great fashion sense.Unlike me i might as well have been a monkey in pyjammas.As i contemplated with the idea of asking mum to take me shopping for new clothes i drifted off into a deep sleep.

” wake up Ashley were here,”Mum called.

I slowly opened my eyelids and looked at my mother.I froze on the spot.Her face was as white as a sheet,her skin, well there was barely any and her clothes were ripped and covered in things i would not like to metion.Whats happening thoughts raced through my mind.I tried to scream but nothing came out. I was horrified at the sight.Suddenly hundreds of zombies surronded our car.Then an old looking man came out of the house.For a second i wondered who it was, it was uncle albert.All the zombies bowed at his prezence. then they all walked towards our car and in perfect timing as if it had been rehearsed.Another scream tried to escape but once again the gaurd in my throat stoped it.Suddenly I woke up in a cold sweat.

” What on earth is the matter with you Ashley,” Mum chuckled

All of a sudden I got a strange feeling when ever I thought of uncle Albert.