“So those bites were really given to you buy carnivores?” Gilbert asked. He liked watching the Discovery Channel too much.
Trunk and Orson laughed at the same time once again. Through his snickering, he made an effort to speak. “I was changed into a giant chocolate clown one Halloween. It was my costume. I was very young. My older brothers had never seen me in a trance and assumed I was a real giant chocolate clown.”
“Ooh, yuk,” responded Gilbert.
“Not if you don’t know it isn’t real, it isn’t yuk.” Orson sighed but continued. “The funny thing to this day is…my brothers didn’t care once they found out it was me.”
“Very yuk,” commented Gilbert.
“Have you ever eaten a bug?” asked Orson with much curiosity, “Or a hangnail from your finger? You’ve seen kids eat their own dried nasal mucus.”
“Yes, boogers” answered Gilbert, grimacing.
“Well many people consider that to be worse,” added Trunk. “Double yuk,” Gilbert squirmed his displeasure of the subject presented.
“So you don’t think Parrot’s eating cooked fowl carnivorous?” Trunk raised an eyebrow.
“Well, yes as do us eating animals.” Gilbert wondered why
Trunk specifically mentioned a Parrot.
“Well if it tastes like chocolate, it must be chocolate, right?” Orson offered.
“And why does Trunk and the Pan workers find it so funny?” Gilbert guessed he was too young to get the meaning but pressed on for more. Then he recalled the clown vision of Orson’s past.
Gilbert’s face ignited with tearful amusement as he caught sight of the projected picture Orson created of a giant size clown, and at last, what everyone laughed about. Orson’s brothers turned themselves into giant chocolate bars. As the image became larger in front of Gilbert, the more his belly ached from laughing so hard. Two gian...
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...Number Five again. Nor the pungent scent of his father after he’d sneaked out to smoke a cigar, knowing they were bad for him. Asher’s sharp comments would also be welcomed. How could he have forgotten Asher, what became of him? He contemplated.
“Halloo, chicken, halloo,” cackled Asher from a limb just out of reach. “I can smell you from over here.” The words sounded just like Asher, without imitating anyone.
Gilbert jumped off the carpet. Overjoyed. He ignored the surroundings used by Trunk to hide new young Wizards and apparently train them for their own protection. The oddity of the place slightly registered in Gilbert’s mind. He slid into the Safe House courtyard and there was Asher, one left leg out eager for his best friend’s arm. With a hop off the perch, he shimmied up the arm to Gilbert’s shoulder to nestle into his chin.
“Nice to see you, my friend, Asher.”
Lars Eighner's short essay, "Dumpster Diving," reveals the stereotypes about homelessness in America. In order to confirm these known stereotypes about American culture, Eighner includes autobiographical accounts of the economically inferior class, as well as revealing his elitist rules that governs the life of a homeless person. According to Eighner, homeless people fall into the following categories, 'can scroungers', 'Dumpster divers', and 'scavengers.' (Eighner, 1993). In addition, Eighner's blatant demonstration of his superiority to the people he scavenges from reveals his true character of snobbery.
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Homelessness is increasing every year and effecting Americans of different age, ethnicity and religion. In Lars Eighner “On Dumpster Diving” he explains what he went through while being homeless. He describes how and what foods someone should be looking for and to always be conscious of what one is eating because there is always a reason why something has been thrown out. He continues to go into detail about other items that can be found in the dumpster like sheets to sleep on and pieces of paper to write on. Things that can keep him busy through the day. Eighner carefully explains to his readers how being a dumpster diver has become a life style for the homeless and this is how they survive. It’s a way of living and they are comfortable doing it. “I began dumpster diving about a year before I became homeless” (Eighner 713). He tries to bring us into the world of being homeless. It is hard to imagine what it would be like in that situation, and how could surviving as a dumpster diver be a way of survival? As a dumpster diver, Eighner is able to tell us what is ok to eat and have and what is not ok for your health. His essay starts by uttering some guidelines of what is and is not safe to eat. “Eating safely from the dumpsters involves three principles: using common sense for evaluating the food, knowing the dumpsters of the given areas and always ask, “Why was this discarded?” (Eighner 714).
When he arrived at the home the servant who took his hoarse and directed him to the room that Mr. Usher was in greeted him. Inside the house was also very ornate, but it to had also been left alone for to long. The entire house had a gloomy atmosphere that would put a chill down most people’s spines. When he entered the room his friend was staying in he was warmly welcomed. He could not believe the changes that his dear childhood friend had endured.
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The men continue to discuss things, but I couldn’t hear them. Instead, I listened to Scout, who was talking to Walter Cunningham. She reminds me of my own children in some ways. Hearing her childish voice makes me miss my family even more, and it reminds me of my loneliness.
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Charlie smirked, walking back out into the main part of the room to start sorting through their supplies. Food and things for the kitchen in one pile, women’s clothing in another, men’s clothes...Charlie grabbed the shirt lying on top and picked it up. Her eyes closed as she brought it to her nose, inhaling the combined scents of fire, tobacco, sweat, and alcohol. Her mind conjured up a tall man, his face hidden in the
Alex thought of the man who had been his only relation for as long as he could remember. He had never known his own parents. They had both died in another accident, this one a plane crash, a few weeks after he had been born. He had been brought up by his father's brother (never "uncle"- Ian Rider had hated that word) and had spent fourteen years in the same terraced house in Chelsea, London, between the King's Road and the river. The two of them had always been close. Alex remembered the vacations they'd taken together, the many sports they'd played, the movies they'd seen. They hadn't just been relations, they'd been friends. It was almost impossible to imagine that he would never again see the man, hear his laughter, or twist his arm to get help with his science
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