Chapter 9
It was just another Christmas at Finches Landing. The good thing was I could bring my air rifle. Also, the food was great that Aunt Alexandra cooked. She always was a good cook. At dinner, I got to sit at the adult table this year. But poor Scout had to sit all alone because this year Francis got to sit at the adult table to. Why? I don' know. I think he is still a lit' young to. I knew somethin' bad was gonna happen and I knew Scout didn't like Francis and all. I got a kick out of the adults faces as I laid on the floor, when they heard Scout and Francis in the back yard. Scout had punched him square in the face, it was hilarious!So, that Christmas was ruined.
Chapter 10
My dad, One Shot Finch. That's right. You believe it! I knew Atticus couldn' be just old and borin'. He had to have a talent or somethin'.. When I saw him take that gun from Heck, I thought the whole town was done for, and we min as well all commit suicide. But then all of a sudden, he was all relaxed and the gun looked like it was a part of him! It was crazy! I'd never expected him to know how to even hold a gun, let alone shoot a mad dog wit' one.
Chapter 11
Atticus says its not nice to hate somebody, but all I can say is that I hate that old stinkin' lady, Mrs. Dubose. I had to read to her for a month and an extra week. All 'cause I chopped off some of her stupid camellia bushes. But I'm glad Scout came with me so I didn't have to go in that scary house alone. I don't think she even listened to me as I read to her for three hours. If that olden had just kept her trap shut, I wouldn' of had to experience those terrible hours in her dark house. Why did she have to talk 'bout Atticus. It ain't fair, he didn't do anythin wrong.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
chapters 7 & 8- Atticus
Chapter 7
This evening, Jem asked me about this tree by the Radly's lot. He was wondering if it was dying and I didn't think it was because the leaves were green and full and there was no brown patches. Then he urgently interrupted me and asked if it was sick. I did't have a clue why he was asking me these random questions. He said Mr. Nathan Radly said it was dying. I had to admit, he was maybe right because Mr. Radly would probably know more about his trees than I would. So, I left the porch with Jem and Scout on it before Scout started asking me strange questions.
This evening, Jem asked me about this tree by the Radly's lot. He was wondering if it was dying and I didn't think it was because the leaves were green and full and there was no brown patches. Then he urgently interrupted me and asked if it was sick. I did't have a clue why he was asking me these random questions. He said Mr. Nathan Radly said it was dying. I had to admit, he was maybe right because Mr. Radly would probably know more about his trees than I would. So, I left the porch with Jem and Scout on it before Scout started asking me strange questions.
Chapter 8
We had two weeks of the coldest weather since 1885. This morning when I was shaving in the bathroom, I heard screams coming from Scout's bedroom. I ran to see what was wrong. She told me the world was ending, but it was really just snowing outside. I, like Jem and Scout have never seen snow before. During breakfast, Eula May called and said that there will be no school today. Then, Jem asked me how to build a snowman, but I didn't have the slightest idea and didn't think there would be enough snow for it. That was when Calpurnia said it was sticking. When I was at work, Jem and Scout called telling me they had a big surprise for me. When I got home, the back yard and front yard surprised me, my kids did a jim-dandy job. But when I saw the snowman, I knew that I never had to worry about what will become of Jem, he always did have an idea. I then stepped back and squinted and what amused me was that I couldn't tell what Jem was going to be because of all the talents he has. But he had to disguise the snowman because he couldn't go around making caricatures of the neighbors. Especially this snowman that looked like Mr. Avery!
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