Choose a fairy tale. Rewrite it in high style AND in low style. For a high style, you might choose the vernacular of one of the following: a doctor, a lawyer, a US president, or Shakespeare. For a low style, imagine the speaker as one of the following: a surfer, a country bumpkin, an urban teenager, or a chatty girl on her cell phone. Here are some fairy tales to choose from:
(You should find and read the fairy tale before attempting the assignment. Also, once a fairy tale has been chosen, it cannot be repeated.)
"The Three Little Pigs""
"The Ugly Duckling"
"Hansel and Gretel"
"Rumpelstiltskin"
"Rapunzel"
"The Elves and the Shoemaker"
"Sleeping Beauty"
"Little Red Riding Hood"
"The Fisherman and His Wife"
"The Gingerbread Man"
"Henny Penny"
"Puss in Boots"
"Jack and the Beanstalk"
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ReplyDelete“The Three Little Pigs”
ReplyDeleteFormal
It should be noted that, by a rather detailed account, in the year 1942, there were once three pigs of rather small stature who were dismissed and evicted from the property on which they resided to search for a future of greatness.
On their way, each decided that they desperately needed a home, so, as newly elected governmental officials, each decided to use eminent domain as a way to benefit themselves.
While on their journey to search for materials with which to build their homes and finally seal the deed, they came across a man with straw. One of the aspiring swine, who was ironically thought of in low regard, decided to capitalize on this moment to have more time to himself. However, after building his home, a wolf arrived at the scene and declared that he received an official order to deconstruct it. The pig objected, declaring that evidence ought to be provided for such an action. The pig’s objection, nevertheless, was futile, and the wolf, destroyed the first pig’s home and devoured the first pig.
The second aspiring swine, who was also held in contempt by others, came across a man with sticks, and like the first swine, exploited the situation as a powerful official by forcefully inquiring as to whether he could have the sticks. The man — afraid of the power-wielding swine — quickly handed over the sticks. However, even after constructing a house of stronger material, the second pig faced a similar situation: the same wolf said he had an order to destroy the newly-built home. The pig similarly objected, which proved itself useless, as the house was demolished and the pig consumed.
On the other hand, the third pig, who was rather ambitious and well-liked by his community, continued on the journey, eventually coming across a man with bricks. Upon receiving the bricks, the third pig built his house. When the wolf arrived to wreak havoc upon the home of the third pig, he objected despite what the wolf called “an official order.” Again, this call proved itself ineffective. However, because of the diligence of the third pig, the wolf was unable to level his house. Instead, over the course of the following three days, the wolf attempted to outwit the clever official, but this failed. The pig discovered the tricks of the wolf, and after the third day of his trickery, proceeded to outmaneuver the wolf by provoking anger, ultimately leading to his death, and oddly enough, his consumption by the pig.
The pig was widely praised by the community, and was offered a senior-level position in the current administration. Clearly, the fruits of diligence and determination outweigh those of idleness and sloth.
Informal
Okay, so there were once these three really, really cute, totally adorable, tiny little pink pigs, but — oh my gosh — two of them died!
So, these pigs, they were, like, kicked out of their first home. Like, their mommy didn’t want them anymore. (I know, terrible, isn’t it?!)
So, anyway, they were so, so, so confused about what to do, so they just decided to take a walk down a road, and came across some guys who had some stuff to build houses.
Two of them were so not ready to enter real life, like at all. They were so lazy and thought they could build houses of straw and sticks. Who does that? What a shame! Poor things!
Anyway, these two, yeah, their houses got blown down by this big scary thing — a wolf, to be exact — and then he totally just ate them. They were dead — gone.
The other one was really, really smart and hard working. He knew to build a house of bricks. So, when the wolf came for him, he got a taste of his own medicine.
That pig tricked that wolf so good. He got out of bed early to avoid meeting that wolf, and made that wolf so mad. The wolf literally jumped down the chimney and got boiled and eaten by the pig. That wolf had that coming!
If someone was to place these two pieces of writing together, they would definitely be able to tell the difference between the two stories. Your informal story made me laugh because you used words to make it sound like something a teenager girl would definitely say. Your formal story was also written very well because you kept it very causally written, yet, it sounds very formal.
DeleteI love the differentiation between high and low! You used very eloquent wording in the high style which really made it stick out. The low style made me laugh. It is something that occurs very often in our present age though!
DeleteI love how night-and-day your high-style and low-style stories were. I liked how the low-style portion used a good deal of the cliche exaggerations and interruptions (like, so, etc.) that we hear all the time. It really made it easy to distinguish between high and low, especially considering the advanced vocabulary you used in your high-style story.
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ReplyDeleteLittle Red Riding Hood
ReplyDeletePart I: Formal
Some time ago, in days of yore, there lived a young female in a quaint little village with her mother. The young lass perennially donned a red, hooded garment any time she was out upon the town, causing the locals to christen the wee dame “Little Red Riding Hood.” One day, as the sun shed her ultraviolet light upon the earth, the petite red-clad girl petitioned her mother to visit her grandmother, who resided near a babbling brook in the forest bordering the quaint homestead. Her mother consented, and the young girl prepared a small luncheon and packed it into a carriable picnic receptacle to be shared with her geriatric maternal grandmother.
As Little Red Riding Hood bedecked herself in her famous red, hooded garment, her maternal unit approached her, offering a few words of Fabian wisdom. The young, naïve girl was cautioned not to veer from the forested pathway to the homestead of her maternal grandmother. The forested region surrounding the fanciful commonality was a place in which dangers abounded, making a direct, uninterrupted journey to the small cabin by the babbling brook the only guarantee of the wee lass’s safekeeping. With this advice tucked away in her cerebrum, Little Red Riding Hood embarked on her journey to the cabin by the babbling brook.
Midway to her grandmother’s residence, the red-clad dame spotted a cluster of dainty, visually-pleasing wildflowers. The young girl, in utter disregard of the precautionary wisdom of her mother, exited the forest thoroughfare to pluck the angiosperms from the Earth’s crust, as she thought her grandmother would also find the floral organisms aesthetically-pleasing. The young, red-hooded youth remained at that spot for many minutes, observing the behaviors of the colorful, winged macrolepidopteran insects that were consuming the nectar of proximal angiosperms. As the young one continued her observance of the winged beings, a mammal of the species Canis lupus appeared from the thick underbrush of the forested region. The mammal approached the vibrant girl and uttered, “What is the purpose of your presence in this forest, o wee one?” Little Red Riding Hood responded to the query of the wolf, “I am en route to the dwelling place of my maternal grandmother, which is at the distal terminus of this forest thoroughfare near the babbling brook.” The young girl excused herself upon the realization that her arrival at her grandmother’s homestead would be tardy, and she continued to proceed along the trail.
Part II: Formal (Cont’d)
ReplyDeleteThe wolf, familiar with the wooded region, took a much more direct route to the residence of the red-clad female’s maternal grandmother. Naturally, the mammal arrived before the wee dame, and he knocked on the door of the cozy cabin. The elderly woman called for the entrance of the wolf, under the impression that the figure at the door was that of her young grandchild. Upon entry, the member of the species Canis lupus proceeded to consume the geriatric female. The wolf then proceeded to rummage through the wardrobe of the elderly woman, searching for a fitting nightgown to fool the wee lass into believing that he, a quadrupedal mammal, was her maternal grandmother. When the girl arrived on the stoop of the home, the wolf invited the girl inside the dwelling. The girl, shocked at the appearance of the mother of her own mother, uttered to the disguised wolf, “Ho, fair grandmother, what grand advertencies you possess!” The disguised canine responded, “The better to interpret thy auditory stimuli, dearest grandchild!” The young girl then exclaimed, “Ho, fair grandmother, what opulent, sizable spectacles you possess!” The canine responded, “The better to observe your physical characteristics, dearest grandchild!” The young one then uttered, “Ho, fair grandmother, what prominent, osseous incisive processes you possess!” The wolf responded, “The better to dine on your flesh, dearest grandchild!” Upon hearing this, the wee lass began to panic, realizing that what she thought was her maternal grandmother was a mammalian predator known as a wolf. The girl began to run for her life, exclaiming for assistance and protection from the predatory being. A nearby woodsman overheard the shrieks of the young girl, and proceeded to grab ahold of the wolf. The woodsman immediately ordered the expulsion of the young lass’s grandmother from his digestive tract. He abided by the orders of the woodsman, upon the realization that his own life was in the hands of the woodsman. The grandmother emerged, terribly shaken. The elderly woman and her young, red-clad female grandchild proceeded to the quaint cabin to dine on the young girl’s prepared luncheon, and the wolf was tranquilized and thrown back into the woods.
Part III: Informal
ReplyDeleteSo there once was this girl who lived in a little town. She always wore this red hooded thing, so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day, this girl decided she’d see her grandma. She said, “Hey, Ma! I’m going to Grandma’s!” Her mom said, “Go straight there and talk to nobody!” The girl said, “K.” Then she, like, packed a lunch for her and left. Her grandma lived in this little shack on the other end of a foresty thing, at least I think that’s what it is. Anywho, the girl was walking along this dirt road and saw these flowers. She picked ‘em and sat there for a little bit. She saw butterflies and thought, “These are pretty.” She was, like, watchin’ ‘em for a little bit and then this wolf showed up. He said somethin’ like, “Why are you here?” The girl said, “Cuz I’m seein’ my grandma on the other side of the woods.” Then she remembered that she’s late, then she kept going on the road. The wolf knew the woods better than her, so he went to her grandma’s house and knocked on the door. Her grandma said, “Come in,” cuz she thought he was Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf ate her then. Then he went through Little Red Riding Hood’s grandma’s dresser and put on her pajamas. Then he got in her bed. Then Little Red Riding Hood got there and knocked on the door. The wolf said “Come in.” Little Red Riding Hood came in and said, “Whoa, you geezer, you got big ears!” The wolf said, “Yeah. Then I can hear you good.” The girl said, “You got big eyes, too.” The wolf said, “Yeah, cuz then I can see ya better.” Then the girl said, “You got big teeth, too. What do you need big teeth for? Geezers don’t need those!” Then the wolf said, “Well then I can eat you better.” The girl screamed then ran outside then caught the attention of a guy who was choppin’ wood. The girl said, “Help me, dude! That wolf ate my grandma and he’s tryin’ to eat me!” The guy said, “Spit that old lady out and stop trying to eat her!” The wolf spit the old lady out and then the guy socked him one and threw him into the woods. The little girl ate lunch and lived happily ever after. The end.
Jarret, by placing these two versions of the story side-by-side (or top-to-bottom, I guess), it is clear that your writing is successful in juxtaposing formal and informal speech. This juxtaposition, then, I feel, would allow for a reader to better understand the differences between high and low style.
DeleteI really enjoyed reading this. The average person would probably need a dictionary to understand the formal part, even though it’s just red riding hood. As for the informal part, I can very well picture a stereotypical teenager saying it like this.
Delete“The Ugly Duckling”
ReplyDeleteInformal:
So, there was this little duck, and it, like, hatched or whatever. It was totes uggo so nobody wanted to hang out with it. The gross little ducky left and went to live with a bunch of other weird bird things and they, like, got hacked (which was totes grody). Then, he went and lived with this lady who was, like, a million years old, and her pets bullied him into leaving, or whatever. He finds these supes cool swan things to live with, but it’s, like, winter and he can’t fly South with them so he’s totes sad. This farmer dude tries to keep him, but he has other birds that scare the duck so he lives outside by himself for, like, the whole winter. When they come back, the depressed little ducky tries to buy the farm by jumping in front of them because he’d rather die than be ugly (understandably). The swans, like, totally love him, and he looks in the pond and finds out that he’s a swan. They love the little duck/swan thingy now and everybody is supes happy.
Formal:
Once upon a time, a minuscule duckling with a rather distasteful appearance was cast out by his peers purely based on their distain for his physical nature. He next wanders to a place of wild ducks and geese, which are soon slaughtered. Subsequently, he finds a pleasant woman to whom he has taken a liking. Her cat and hen mock him mercilessly until he makes the choice to depart from this new place. He stumbles upon a flock of magnificent swans, and he believes that he has found the family which he has always longed for. These swans, however, we preparing for migration as the winter fast approached. The small ducking, not being a bird of flight, was left behind. He lives alone through the harsh winter after a failed rescue attempt by a farmer with offputting animals. Eventually, on the return of the swans, the duck contemplates suicide and attempts to throw himself in front of the flock. However, they accept him, and he realizes that he was a beautiful swan all along. He is inducted into the flock, and he lives happily ever after.
Emma, your informal and formal versions of “The Ugly Duckling” also clearly display the distinctions between these two styles of writing. The informal version is filled with less than formal terms and is very conversational. On the other hand, the formal version contains great transitions, the vocabulary is expanded, and, altogether, it is much more coherent than the first (which, again, shows the differences between low and high style).
DeleteI absolutely love your versions of this story. Any reader can easily depict between the stories which one is formal and informal. The informal story is, sadly, exactly how some people talk in the world today, so you did a great job on that.
DeleteThe differences in your high and low are very evident. You wrote both of them in the perfect style. The informal actually made me laugh. The use of your vocabulary in the formal showed just how well you know the writing style. Great job!
Delete“The Gingerbread Man”
ReplyDeleteFormal
Many years ago, in a farm house, the lives of a husband and wife were changed. Their day started off as usual, the husband was outside feeding the animals while the wife was inside cleaning the house. The lady decided she wanted to make her husband some type of food, so, she pulled out her favorite cook book in order to find something to eat. She could not decide if she wanted to make spaghetti, a banana dessert, or pizza. As she was trying to decide amongst the options, the wife came across a recipe to make biscuits. The old woman began mixing in all the ingredients very carefully while following the directions. Next, she grabbed a gingerbread shaped cookie cutter and began making gingerbread shaped biscuits. To add a bit of detail to the biscuit, buttons were placed on the stomach portion of the gingerbread. When the biscuits were about to be placed in the oven, the gingerbread came to life and was casually dancing right under the section of the cook book on how to make these biscuits. However, the older woman was unable to see what was happening because she was becoming blind. So, to catch the lady’s attention, the gingerbread man said, “You can try and catch me all you want, but I’m the gingerbread man, therefore, you never will.” As all of this was happening, the old man walked inside to see what all the fuss was about. As he opened the door, the gingerbread man ran outside right into the pig pen. The husband and the wife began yelling at the pigs telling them to eat the biscuit. However, the gingerbread man escaped and went into the chicken coop and then ran past the horses. While he was causing a mess, he kept saying, “You can try and catch me all you want, but I’m the gingerbread man, therefore, you never will.” The gingerbread man was able to outrun the old lady and her husband, the chickens, pigs, horses, and two police officers. After running for quite some time, the biscuit ran into a fox. The fox had a plan in order to eat this biscuit. He asked the gingerbread man if he could swim, since he could not, the fox offered to take him to the other side of the river. The gingerbread man climbed on his back which eventually lead the biscuit to be sitting on the fox’s nose. When the fox was about to eat it, the old lady pulled the fox’s tail and took the gingerbread man. The old lady loved her gingerbread man so much that she decided to make it a house to live in forever.
Informal
Oh my gosh, I just read about a story of a magical gingerbread man on my newest iPhone. Apparently, some old man and woman lived in a farm house. The woman decided she wanted to surprise her husband by making him a snack, so cute, while he was outside doing farm work. The lady decided she wanted to make cookies that came to life! The cookie jumped off of the cookie sheet before it was baked. It ran around the whole farm yelling “Come catch me before I catch you.” I’m not really sure how the rest of the story goes because I got very distracted. However, I do know that the gingerbread lived in its own house and lived a very happy life because the old lady saved it from all dangers.
The complete differences in your explanations of the story is amazing. Your informal explanation is a perfect example of how many people hear and tell stories. Your formal was also very well written, great job!
DeleteSimply by glancing at your paragraphs, it is easy to tell how much more extensive the formal is in comparison to the condensed informal version. I enjoyed the differences between the two. Good work!
DeleteI really liked how in-depth your formal part was and how short and to the point your informal story was. You did a good job distinguishing between the two and the informal one sounds a lot like how it could just come up in normal conversation.
DeleteI truly enjoyed reading both your informal and formal versions of the gingerbread man. You showed quite clearly the differences between high and low style. Overall, very well done
Delete"Puss in Boots"
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Once upon a time there was a young man who graciously received the will of his older brother. The man was expecting a glorious amount of riches in the will, but instead he received a cat. What was he supposed to do with a putrid feline? Just as the young man gave up all hopes the feline began to speak. Surprised, the middle aged boy listened to anything that the cat would say. The feline's simple request was a hat and a pair of boots. Once his master presented the hat and boots the cat went on his merry way. He took an assortment of vegetables with him, and he began to trap small animals by luring them in with the vegetables. Most would assume the feline would take these prey to feast on by himself, but rather he took these small creature and gave them as gifts to the king. The king gladly accepted, because who would be foolish enough not to accept a gift from a talking cat? Puss in Boots, as they now referred to him, said these presents were from his master, who was a prince. His master was clearly not a prince, but Puss in Boots made it out to seem as if he was the greatest and richest man to graze the earth. The king wanted to meet this man so his daughter could marry him. Puss in Boots agreed arrangement, but he had to find a way to turn his master from a farmer to a handsome prince. First he made his master jump in water without clothes fully knowing his inability to swim. Puss in Boots asked the king to save his master, and after the king brought the prince his best clothes, making him look rather handsome. He quickly caught the princesses eye and now the king demanded to see his so called castle. Puss in Boots once again had to scramble for an idea. On his travels he discovered to castle of the giant. He entered and the giant asked about his presence. Puss in Boots, master manipulator, made the giant believe he was there to see his magic. The feline challenged the enormous man to change into a mouse. As soon as the giant did, Puss in Boots quickly devoured him and rid of the giant entirely. The king soon entered the luxurious castle and they gathered for a huge feast. The "prince" and the princess were soon to be married, and as a result of Puss in Boots trickery, they all lived happily ever after.
Informal
So yeah dude there was this pretty sick cat that could like talk and stuff. He got some cool boots and a dank hat from this pretty dumb looking guy. The super cute kitty went off probably somewhere and caught some little animals for this king. The king was pretty pumped about getting those animals and wanted to know more about the kitties owner. The cat was a big fat liar and said that like a prince owned him or something. The king being a pretty gullible idiot believed the cat and wanted to meet the dude. He Finna went out and found the cats owner drowning and gave him these hella awesome clothes. Heck they might have even been gucci. So um after that the cat went to this castle and met this giant. He needed to castle for like the fake prince or whoever he is. So the cat pretty much tricked the giant into turning into a mouse and just ate him. The king came to the awesome castle and they are some pretty dope food. The princess thought the prince was super hot so she wanted to marry the heck outta him. Then they were living happily ever after or however you say.
Your informal version was hilarious! In addition to being pretty funny, it also accentuates how important style can be. The high-style version made it easier to picture the story, while the low-style version produced a more-vague image, even though it was funny. Your comparison points out that style is ultimately more important in getting the point across, no matter how much humor is in a piece of writing.
DeleteBoth versions were great to read. Although the formal version was written better as it was supposed to be, the informal version was quite hilarious. Like Jarret said, it does show how important style is. This is great. Awesome job!
DeleteBoth versions of your story accurately described the events and helped to show the difference between the styles of writing. The second was hilarious and still stuck to the prompt. Great job!
DeleteI really enjoyed reading both versions of your story. As with the people before me, I’ll agree that the informal version was quite funny. You very aptly showed the differences and importance in styles
DeleteThe Elves and the Shoemaker
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Ight so this shoe maker man was really freaking poor even though he worked hard and what not. So he was cutting his leather and such but was like, “Nah I’m tired I’m hopping in bed.” He was knocked out cold in minutes. He woke up the next morning did his little prayer thing and was like, “Woah who made the shoes dude?” They were already put together. Then another dude came in and was like, “Woah shoes, I’ll buy them at a higher price than normal.” So then the shoe maker man went out and bought two things of leather for shoes. The next morning he woke up and boom! They were made already. So two people came in and bought them for even higher prices. So this paranormal activity kept occurring until the shoe maker man got super curious. So him and his wife stayed up all night to see who came to make the shoes. Low and behold little naked dwarfs dudes came in and made them every night. So the wife was like, “We gotta help these guys because they making us some bank.” So the shoemaker man and his wife made clothes for the little naked dwarfs and set them out that night. Once the dwarfs arrived, they chuckled with joy and danced around. They danced right out the door and was never seen again. This didn’t bother the shoemaker and his because they were already set with bank, so they were happy forever.
Formal:
Once upon a time, there lived an honest and hard working man, who made leather shoes by hand. Although he was quite the maker, he didn’t have enough money to live upon or support his ooor wife. He had nothing left to his sacred name but a lone pair of leather for shoes. The man, excited with ambition, cut the leather to perfection, but left the stitching to do for the morning. He praised God, left his mind open, and fell asleep. When he was awakened in the morning, he came to the realization that the shoes were already. Crafted with perfection, stitched in a way no man could copy, the maker was bewildered. Later that evening, a customer arrived and undoubtedly the shoes fit miraculously perfect. The customer demanded to pay the maker a high value for the shoes, giving the maker enough money to go out and buy two pairs of leather. Again, the shoemaker cut out the molds for the shoes and went to bed. Miraculously two pairs of shoes were made by perfection! Later that fine evening, two customers came in and overpaid for the shoes once again! So the shoe maker kept buying more and more leather each time this strange event occurred. Each and every day the same miracle happened; shoes were made and stitched to perfection, undoubtedly fitting the customers perfectly. In a stage of thought, the man and his wife decided upon hiding amongst the curtains to see who made the shoes. Beyond their wildest dreams, small elves came inside their house, both of which were nude. They made the shoes perfect each time until they were finished, then they left again without a sound. The wife, still surprised, said, “We must make them clothes, for they made us rich again, we must repay them for their deeds.” The shoemaker and his wife made two pairs of clothing; shirts, pants, coats, and shoes. The next night, they left the clothes lay out over the shoe leather, and watched secretly from behind the curtain. Around midnight, the elves came in cheerfully, discovering the precious gifts hand made for them. They quickly made the shoes and left, laughing and chuckling along their way. For those elves never returned, but the man and his wife were already rich. The couple lived happily forever.
Your informal explanation was very funny and accurate. There are a lot of people who speak like that. Also, your firmal writing was very good, it was a great explanation.
DeleteJack and the Beanstalk
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There was a poor boy who lived with his mother. The two were very poor that the only valuable they owned was a cow, Old Bess. One day, the poor boy, Jack, was sent out to the market to see Old Bess because they needed money to purchase some seeds for the upcoming growing season. While in the market, Jack was approached by an old lady who questioned Jack about his cow. This strange lady claimed she had magical beans that would grow in one night. Jack, not knowing any better, agreed to trade Old Bess for three magical beans. When Jack arrived home, he told his mother what he traded their only cow for, she was very upset. Jack was overwhelmed with guilt and felt foolish that he took the beans. Jack threw the beans far out his window and went to sleep. Upon awakening, Jack was filled with confusion due to his room being darker than it usually was in the morning. He went outside to discover a giant bean stalk that rose to the sky. As any boy would, Jack climbed the beanstalk to discover what was above. All of a sudden, a giant lady with one eye saw Jack and snatched him. She brought him to the kitchen and told Jack to hide because her husband, also a giant, was coming. The giant came i to the kitchen and exclaimed that he smelt an Englishman, his wife disagreed and gave him his breakfast. Jack hid and observed the giant creature eat his breakfast, make a sad harp play, and force a sick hen to lay a golden egg. The giant fell asleep, Jack went to escape. He ran and ran, yet, he could not leave for he felt that he must take the hen and harp with him. As he rn with the harp and hen down the beanstalk, the giant woke up and chased Jack. Jack went down the beanstalk incredibly fast shouting, “Mother, get me my axe!” His mother listened and was shocked upon seeing the sight of the great beanstalk. Jack chopped the beanstalk as fast and he could, and it fell. The giant fell and broke his crown. Now safe from the giants, Jack helped the hen back to health and tr harp played for them as an act of gratitude. The hen repaid them with golden eggs that Jack sold to fix the farm, buy seeds, and have a feast with his neighbors. Jack and his mother lived a great and happily life.
Informal
There was this kid named Jack who lived with mother and they were super poor. All they had left was this old cow named Bess. So his mom was like “Yo Jack go sell our cow so we buy some seeds.” So Jack went to the market and this super creepy nasty old lady told him he had a deal for him. This nutcase told Jack she had three magic beans. Jack, being an idiot, traded his only cow for some stupid beans. Oh boy, when he got home his mom flipped. Jack chucked those stupid beans out the window. The next morning this hug beanstalk was in his yard. The kid climbed it was captured by this one-eyed giant who told him to hide or else her husband would eat him. So the man giant ate breakfast, whipped out a sick hen and a sad harp. The dude fell asleep and Jack was getting out of there. He grabbed the hen and harp and ran down that beanstalk faster than you can say “Language and Composition.” Jack told his mom to bring him his axe. The second she say that bean stalk she was omg what the heck is this. Jack chopped that stalk down and the giant fell and died. The hen laid golden eggs cause it was happy and the harp played music. Jack and his mom became super rich and bought a bunch of stuff. So yeah, i guess maybe we should trust creepy old ladies who offer you beans.
The two stories were so different.The formal one was super great. The informal one was hilarious and I almost cried from laughing so hard. Great job!
DeleteRapunzel
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A now very long time ago, there was a royal family that inhabited a wonderous castle. The king and queen had no heir or children. Eventually, a child was born. A female baby, a princess. However, the king and queen were not to know that her hair had magical healing powers. Named Rapunzel, an evil hag by the nomenclature of Mother Gothel knew of the baby’s magic and stole away with the baby to a secretive abode. Here Rapunzel never ventured outward, but stayed with Gothel in miserable detention. She often saw glowing orbs accentuating the night sky and dreamed of seeing them from a closer proximity. Years passed, and then a theif named Flynn Rider had stolen an item from the royal family. He spied the abode in which Rapunzel was locked away and entered it, only to be struck unconscious by a blow from a frying pan. When he awoke, he was tied to a chair by Rapunzel’s magical hair. Rapunzel insisted that he show her the luminescent orbs, and he may be given back what he had stolen. The two stole away from the abode and were being chased, both by Gothel and the guards still after the theif. Eventually they did make it to the luminescent orbs that Rapunzel had dreamed of, lanterns. Eventually, Rapunzel saw a great palace of such splendor that she headed directly for it. On her way, she saw a mural of the royal family, king, queen, and a young girl that looked just like her. She attempted to go to the royal family but Gothel prevented her, and tried to prevent her growing love for Flynn, but in the process let slip that she was the princess of the kingdom. Gothel made one last attempt to sabotage this plan, injuring Flynn Rider badly. Flynn cut Rapunzel’s hair so as to make it lose it’s magical value. Gothel’s age quickly caught up to her as she was reduced to a pile of dust. Flynn however, was still badly injured and on the verge of dying. The two shared words and tears and, when a tear from Rapunzel made contact with Flynn’s skin, he was healed. Then Flynn took rapunzel to the royal family and they were reunited.
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Once there was this totally tubular girl named Rapunzel, right? Her hair was at least like, 33 feet long. She was all royal and stuff, and had gnarly magic powers. Then this totally not cool hag took Rapunzel to this really uncool tower. Gothel continued being uncool, using Rapunzel for herself. Rapunzel kept seeing these totally awesome lights in the sky, bro. She was all like “yo, those are totally awesome lights in the sky. I wanna see them closer” but Gothel was like “nah.You gotta stay here and serve me cuz I’m a old tyrant.” So one day there came this totally fly dude by the name of Flynn Rider. He was pretty cool, but on the wrong side of the law. Probably in some gang. Anyway, he decided to just snag the crown of the royal family, so he was on the run from some pretty gnarly dudes. He saw the tower and thought it was completely tubular, so he climbed up. Rapunzel got scared and totally knocked him out with some frying pan or something. Flynn woke up tied to a chair with Rapunzel’s hair. A tubular rhyme! She said that if Flynn took her to see the awesome lights in the sky that she’d release him and give back the thing he stole. So he did. The totally not tubular hag Gothel didn’t like that though, so she chased them down. Rapunzel saw the lights and now knew they were totally tubular lanterns. Then she went to an awesome city with a really tall building that’s a castle I guess. She went straight to it, cuz, castles are cool. On the way she saw this painting and she thought it was sweet. There was a king, queen, and a baby that was just like her. She decided to go to the royal family. But Gothel tried to stop her from doing this totally cool act, and tried to stop her loving the totally sweet Flynn, but she epicly failed and let slip that Rapunzel was the royal princess. Gothel gave one last totally uncool try, and hurt coolio Flynn reallybad. Flynn cut Rapunzel’s hair so she lost all her totally magical powers, which is a bummer. But Gothel was done being uncool because she shriveled to dust. Flynn was still dying though, a totally uncool situation. Rapunzel was crying for this dude and a tear touched him. He was totally healed. Flynn took her to see the totally awesome royal family and it was all Gucci after that.
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Once upon a time, a small boy named jack there was. Jack was a poor boy, he was born of a farming family and lived with his mother. All that Jack and his mother had was one cow. This cow was what Jack's family lived upon. One day, when jack was inside a nearby town, jack met a strange man. This strange man offered jack some magical beans, but jack did not have the money to buy them. But suddenly, an idea came into jacks head. He could make a trade with the man, cow for beans! And so, jack handed over their cow, and got the strange beans in return. Upon hearing this, jacks mother was not very happy. Jack had gone behind her back to trade their lively hood for some mystical beans that may infect be a hoax. However, when jack planted the beans, an immaculate bean stalk grew, seemingly stretching into the heavens. After this, jacks mothers mood changed instantly. She sent jack up the bean stalk to search for anything that they could sell. Upon tracing the top, jack was met with a marvelous palace, so big that it seemed it was meant for giants. However, upon snooping around, jack found out that the palace was actually a home to giants, not only that, but giants that wanted to eat him. While sneaking around, jack managed to find a golden goose, jack knew this was his family's ticket out of poverty. Just when jack thought he was free, a giant found him. Jack ran around with the goose in hand, trying to flee from the giants. Eventually jack reached the same way he had gotten up, the bean stalk. Jack slid down the stalk with the sly speed of a fox, and once he reached the ground he ran to grab his axe. Jack knew the only way to keep he and his mother safe was to cut down the bean stalk. Once the stalk was cut down, jack was left with only his mother and his goose. It was discovered that the goose could lay golden eggs, and jacks family could sell these eggs. Jacks plan had finally worked, he and his mother were out of poverty.
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Yo, check it out bro. I read this dope story last night, you gotta hear it man. So, there was this dude named jack, and his mom and him were dirt poor bro. They only had a cow, and that's it! They milked that thang like nothin else dude. That's how they made all of their cash money. So one day, jack chillin at tha market, and this shady dude came up to him with some beans. The shady dude was all like, "yo dog these beans are dope dude, I'll sell them to ya." Jack was hyped when he heard this, and he traded his cow for them. Jacks mom wasn't happy tho bro, it like really killed her vibe man. But when jack planted the beans, this gnarly bean stalk grew! It was like a gajillion feet tall bro, it was insane! And what do you do when a giant bean thing grows and your yard? You climb dat thing bro! So when jacks gnarly climb was over, he found this huge palace dude. Jack was all like, "dang bro imma chill in there." But just when jack started chillin like a villain, these giant dudes started flipping out bro. They were all like, "Fee Fi Fo Fum bro, I smell the blood of an Englishman doe." Jack was scared man, but he had to find something that could get his family them cash money dolla dolla bills dog. And just when jack thought it was all over, he found this golden goose. It was dope bro! So jack took this goose, and slid down that bean stalk like it was nothin dude. He hit the bottom, and grabbed his axe and chopped that boy down! Now he had the golden goose, and could sell its eggs and get rich dude. About a year later, jack was ballin out ya know? He had his own mansion, with six hot tubs, and even a private jet dawg. Jack is a bro dude, that's all I gotta say.
Story: “Rumplestiltskin”
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There was once a father villager, poor and looking for some money. He plotted to tell the king that his daughter could make gold from spinning straw. The beggarly father brought his daughter to the castle; she was then thrown and locked into a small cell filled with straw. She was told she had to complete a certain task of spinning the straw into gold by sunrise, else she would face execution. Distraught and hopeless, the daughter had nothing to do. Then, a vertically challenged man appeared and introduced himself as an imp. He told the daughter that he could help fix her problem. She was overjoyed, but the helping hand came at cost. The daughter had to pay the price of her necklace for the imp to help her. At daybreak, the king was overjoyed to see the task completed. The imp had vanished, but the daughter was sent to a bigger cell to complete the impossible task yet again under the same conditions. Bereaved, the daughter hoped for the short man to come again. Her wish was granted and the imp came to her help, but with a price. The payment for this day was the girl’s ring, which she gladly gave up. The imp disappeared by dawn and the king was yet again excited to see all the shining gold in the room. He presented the woman with the task one final time. The imp came, but the daughter had nothing to give as she gave it all away to the imp. Her only option was to promise the interesting creature her first born son. In the morning, the king saw the gold and made the women his wife. When they birthed their first baby, the woman was reluctant to give it to the imp. An offer was made that said the woman could keep the baby if and only if she guessed his name in three days time. She had no clue as to what his name could be, so she sent men out to gather creative names. One of the men heard a strange song that revealed the imp’s name. The third day came and the woman guessed the name correctly. His name was Rumplestiltskin. The woman got to keep the baby, but Rumpelstiltskin was angry. He broke the floor with his vigorous stomp and cut his body in half.
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So get this. There was like this village man and yeah he like had a daughter. And he was like so totally poor. He has like no money and told the king that his daughter could make gold from straw. Like who could do that! The dad brought the daughter to the castle; I bet that was an awkward trip. Anyways, the king locked her in this cell I guess, like a prisoner. So he told her that she had to make gold from all of the straw or else he would like kill her. I would hate to be her right now. So then she was crying like a little baby and then this really really short guy came to her and like took her necklace and then said he could like make gold. So then he did it and went away and the kind was super doper happy and then made her do it again and then short man came back and took her ring that she really liked. Then the king like wanted her to do it again because he like wanted more gold and like who wouldn’t. So the short guy came back and the girl said she would give him her first born child and like he helped her again. So the king I guess married her and they had a baby and the weird guy came back and took her kid, but like she didn’t want him to so they made a deal like she had to guess his name in three days or like he would take her baby. So she told some guys to go find out his name and on like the last day the heard his name was something stupid like Rumplestiltskin. And so then she told him that and he got so angry and he like stomped on the ground because he was made and then he got cut in half from stomping and that was like the end.
Story: Rumpelstiltskin
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There was once a poor miller, but he had a daughter that was as beautiful as could be. The poor Miller had to go meet with the kin, and for good leverage, wonderfully exclaimed to the king that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The king said to the miller: "That's an art much to my liking; if your daughter is as skillful as you say, bring her to my palace tomorrow and I will put her to the test."The girl was brought at once and the king led her to a room filled with straw. He said to her “Young lady, if you ever so wish to stay alive, you must spin all this here straw into gold. The job must be done wholly complete by the break of dawn, or you shall perish.”
The poor daughter sat there, frightened and scared, for she was going to die. She did not even have the slightest idea how to complete this tricky task, and she began to cry. All of the sudden, the door opened and a petite little man stepped inside, saying: "Good evening, Miss Miller, why are you crying so much?" 'Oh dearest,' replied the girl, "What ever shall I do? I must spin straw into golf and I have no capabilities of the sort." The little man replied: "What will you give me if I spin it for you?" "I will give thee my necklace," said the girl. The petite little man took the necklace, sat at the wheel, and began to craft. Whirr, whirr, whirr, three times the thread was drawn – and the bobbin was full. Then he put on another, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times the thread was drawn – and the second one was full; and he continued until the morning when no straw was yet gold. As daybreak arose, he king came at once to check on the girl, and was delighted. However, gluttony overcame him, and he led her to another room – one that was much bigger – and he commanded her to spin that overnight as well, if her life was dear to her.
Once again, she began to cry and the petite little man returned, asking a price to complete the task again. "The ring on my finger," answered the girl. The little man took the ring, began whirring again with the wheel, and by morning he had spun all the straw into shining gold. The king was beyond ecstatic, but yet he still did not have his fill of gold, and had the miller's daughter taken to an even bigger room full of straw, and he said: "You must spin this yet again tonight: but if you get it done, you shall become my consort." The little man returned, asking for a price to spin the straw again for her. "I have nothing more I can give you," answered the girl. "Alas, then promise me, when you are queen, you shall give to me your first child." "Who knows how things will turn out?" Yet she still made the promise and became queen the morning.
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ReplyDeleteOnce again, she began to cry and the petite little man returned, asking a price to complete the task again. "The ring on my finger," answered the girl. The little man took the ring, began whirring again with the wheel, and by morning he had spun all the straw into shining gold. The king was beyond ecstatic, but yet he still did not have his fill of gold, and had the miller's daughter taken to an even bigger room full of straw, and he said: "You must spin this yet again tonight: but if you get it done, you shall become my consort." The little man returned, asking for a price to spin the straw again for her. "I have nothing more I can give you," answered the girl. "Alas, then promise me, when you are queen, you shall give to me your first child." "Who knows how things will turn out?" Yet she still made the promise and became queen the morning.
A year later she gave birth to a wonderful little boy and had forgotten about the promise, but suddenly he stepped into her chamber, saying: "Now give me what you promised." The queen was stricken with fear, and offered the little man all the riches of the kingdom if he would leave her child with her. She began to cry once more, but again, the little man made her a deal. He said if she could figure out his name in 3 days, she could keep the child.
She sent a messenger far and wide throughout the land to find out what other names there might be. The next day, when the little man came, she began with Kaspar, Melchior, Balzar, and listed all the names she knew, one after another, but they were wrong. She could not guess correctly on the second day. "Are you called Skinnyribs perhaps, or Sheepshanks, or Pegleg?" But each time he answered: "No, I'm not." On the final day the messenger had returned to her, reporting "I couldn't find out a single new name, but as I came upon a high mountain round the forest corner by the back of beyond, I saw a little house, and in front of the house a fire was burning, and over the fire the funniest little man was leaping and hopping on one leg and crying:
'Today I'll bake, tomorrow I'll brew,
The next I'll fetch the queen's new child;
Still no one knows it just the same,
That Rumpelstiltskin is my name.'"
The queen was plentiful with joy. The little man returned on the third day, asking again "Well, Lady Queen, what's my name?" she asked first of all: "Is you name Tom?" "No." "Is your name Dick?" "No."
"Might your name perhaps be Rumpelstiltskin?"
"The devil told you, the devil told you," shrieked the little man, and in his anger he stamped his right foot so deep into the earth that he sank down as far as his waist; then he seized his left foot with both hands in a rage, and tore himself right down the middle into two.
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ReplyDeleteNow listen up y’all, I’m about to take y’all on a journey through a little story, ya hear? Once upon a time, there was this poor ol’ miller. Now let me tell ya, his daughter was an absolute smoke show. 10/10. Now this poor man had to go meet with the fancy king. He told the king his daughter could spin straw into galldang gold! Why can’t my daughter do that? She can’t even plow a field. Anyways, he king made er’ come at once, telling er’ she’ll die if she can’t do it. She began to cry but a little ol’ midget man came to help. She gave him her necklace, and he spun the straw into gold for her. The king was ready to get down and boogie the next morn’ when he saw all the gold, and he made her do it again. The girl gave the midget a ring to do it this time, and I reckon he did a job well done since the king was all giddy the next day. Although that greedy son-of-a-gun made the poor daughter do it a third time, but she could become queen if she did it again. She ain’t really got anything to pay the little man with at this point, so he wanted her first kid when gave birth. She promised him that, and boy did the little man do good. They got married in the morn’ and she popped a little one out a year later. She forgot about the promise but I’ll tell ya, that little man didn’t. She began to cry cause she didn’t wanna give her kid up, but the little man was a pree nice guy I reckon, so he gave er’ another shot. She had to figure out his name in 3 days or else the kid was as good as gone. She guessed everything she could through the first 2 days, but finally, her messenger saved her butt and heard the name and told the queen. She was more stoked than a farmer when it rains after a big ol’ drought. “Rumpelstiltskin is your name” said the lady. The little man was royally pissed, and I’ll tell ya what, he tore himself right in half. Right into 2 galldang pieces.