Post by Carly is Spiffy on Mar 16, 2004 20:10:54 GMT -5
This is my Por Quoi for language arts. If some of you don't know, A pour quoi is a folk tale style story that explains how or why something is the way it is. Here is mine.
How Babe the Pig Went Bald
Babe the pig was a very spunky, but yet self conscious young pig. The problem was, he was a late bloomer, as they say, and he didn’t have any chin hair yet, but everywhere else. As much as he hoped and prayed, all he had to show for it was a few strands of blonde peach fuzz on the tip of his chubby chin. He was determined to somehow, some way get that beard he had always wanted. So, what did he do? He cooked up a scheme, while eating his slop in the back of his pen.
“I’ve got it!” Shouted Babe, amused by how bright he was. He would sneak into Uncle Keith’s medicine cabinet and get some of his Hair-O-Matic! So that evening, when Uncle Keith was out with his wife, Auntie Anne, crept out of his straw bed and headed toward Uncle Keith’s medicine cabinet. Uncle Keith had a large, round bald spot on his head. He, like Babe, was determined to grow hair. While looking for the Hair-O-Matic cream, Babe came across everything from a book entitled “Hair Growth for Dummies” to a picture of his poor brother Dan, being burnt at the stake with an apple in his mouth at a luau. Finally, Babe came upon a large, glass jar with “Hair-O-Matic” scribbled on it in Uncle Keith’s handwriting. “Hmmm....” though Babe, “This must be one of Uncle Keith’s concoctions.” Realizing that most of Uncle Keith’s concoctions were efficacious, Babe removed it from the cabinet.
Babe was so excited! This was what he had been waiting for his whole entire life! Excitedly, he removed the jar from the medicine cabinet. Without thinking, he globbed some of the white gel-like substance into his hand and rubbed it over his entire body. What was there to lose? What he didn’t notice was the piece of paper on the back. It seemed to be instructions, also scribbled on in Uncle Keith’s chicken scratchy handwriting, but this was in bold letter, in red ink. It read “Caution! This product is to only be used in pea-sized doses. Anything over this amount will destroy the hair follicles and, well, make you balder than you already are! But Babe paid no attention to this. Instead, he slathered on some more. After he was done, he placed the jar back into his Uncle Keith’s medicine cabinet and went back to his pen. What he also didn’t realize, was that he left the top off.
A few hours later, when Babe was already asleep, Uncle Keith and Auntie Anne arrived home after a long night of eating. “That,” said Uncle Keith, “was the finest slop I have ever eaten in my life.” Auntie Anne smiled. “I could agree with you more.” It was only a few seconds after that remark that Uncle Keith found that the door of his medicine cabinet lay ajar. “What?! I could have sworn I closed this thing!” exclaimed Uncle Keith. Auntie Anne had already fallen asleep. “Oh,” said Uncle Keith, “You have got to be joking! Not the Hair-O-Matic!” At that moment, Uncle Keith rushed out of his pen and darted into Babe’s. “No! No no no no no no no no! This is not happening!” shouted Uncle Keith, apparently loud enough to wake Babe. “What,” Babe said, groggily, “are you staring at?” Obviously, Uncle Keith was talking about the fact that Babe was completely bald now.
‘Till this day, Uncle Keith has still not been able to come up with an antidote to his Hair-O-Matic. Yes, and as you probably guessed, Babe is still bald.
That is how Babe the pig went bald!
How Babe the Pig Went Bald
Babe the pig was a very spunky, but yet self conscious young pig. The problem was, he was a late bloomer, as they say, and he didn’t have any chin hair yet, but everywhere else. As much as he hoped and prayed, all he had to show for it was a few strands of blonde peach fuzz on the tip of his chubby chin. He was determined to somehow, some way get that beard he had always wanted. So, what did he do? He cooked up a scheme, while eating his slop in the back of his pen.
“I’ve got it!” Shouted Babe, amused by how bright he was. He would sneak into Uncle Keith’s medicine cabinet and get some of his Hair-O-Matic! So that evening, when Uncle Keith was out with his wife, Auntie Anne, crept out of his straw bed and headed toward Uncle Keith’s medicine cabinet. Uncle Keith had a large, round bald spot on his head. He, like Babe, was determined to grow hair. While looking for the Hair-O-Matic cream, Babe came across everything from a book entitled “Hair Growth for Dummies” to a picture of his poor brother Dan, being burnt at the stake with an apple in his mouth at a luau. Finally, Babe came upon a large, glass jar with “Hair-O-Matic” scribbled on it in Uncle Keith’s handwriting. “Hmmm....” though Babe, “This must be one of Uncle Keith’s concoctions.” Realizing that most of Uncle Keith’s concoctions were efficacious, Babe removed it from the cabinet.
Babe was so excited! This was what he had been waiting for his whole entire life! Excitedly, he removed the jar from the medicine cabinet. Without thinking, he globbed some of the white gel-like substance into his hand and rubbed it over his entire body. What was there to lose? What he didn’t notice was the piece of paper on the back. It seemed to be instructions, also scribbled on in Uncle Keith’s chicken scratchy handwriting, but this was in bold letter, in red ink. It read “Caution! This product is to only be used in pea-sized doses. Anything over this amount will destroy the hair follicles and, well, make you balder than you already are! But Babe paid no attention to this. Instead, he slathered on some more. After he was done, he placed the jar back into his Uncle Keith’s medicine cabinet and went back to his pen. What he also didn’t realize, was that he left the top off.
A few hours later, when Babe was already asleep, Uncle Keith and Auntie Anne arrived home after a long night of eating. “That,” said Uncle Keith, “was the finest slop I have ever eaten in my life.” Auntie Anne smiled. “I could agree with you more.” It was only a few seconds after that remark that Uncle Keith found that the door of his medicine cabinet lay ajar. “What?! I could have sworn I closed this thing!” exclaimed Uncle Keith. Auntie Anne had already fallen asleep. “Oh,” said Uncle Keith, “You have got to be joking! Not the Hair-O-Matic!” At that moment, Uncle Keith rushed out of his pen and darted into Babe’s. “No! No no no no no no no no! This is not happening!” shouted Uncle Keith, apparently loud enough to wake Babe. “What,” Babe said, groggily, “are you staring at?” Obviously, Uncle Keith was talking about the fact that Babe was completely bald now.
‘Till this day, Uncle Keith has still not been able to come up with an antidote to his Hair-O-Matic. Yes, and as you probably guessed, Babe is still bald.
That is how Babe the pig went bald!