https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov An excercise in STYLE! en-us 2017-11-14 19:18:28 UTC 2025-09-26 22:31:36 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207164960 One cold winter's day, the ever-prepared Ants were drying the grain that they had thoughtfully collected in the summer. A Grasshopper passing by, who was perishing with famine, begged and pleaded the Ants for food like a child would plead for forgiveness from his parents. The Ants asked him, "Why did you not store up food during the summer?" He replied arrogantly, "I had not leisure enough. I passed the days in singing." They looked at him in disdain, as though he had just committed a crime. Then they said in derision: "If you were foolish enough to sing all summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter." They then left the Grasshopper in despair to reflect upon his fatal mistakes.]]> 2017-11-15 13:20:49 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207164960 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207166030 2017-11-15 13:23:29 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207166030 jcochrane9262 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207168937 The dirty brown, Hare with matted fur often ridiculed the small, old, worn down Tortoise. Finally, the Tortoise proposed a race to the egotistical Hare, laughing cockily, claiming, "Though you are swift as the wind, You will find I am as steady as a kite gliding through the air on warm summer day and I would best you in a race with ease." The Hare, outraged by the inane proposition, responded to the foolish proposal with a yes, confident in his own abilities. They used the wittiness of the unbiased fox to lay out the course. Side by side, the two competitors positioned themselves at the line on the crisp fall day as leaves scattered across the trail as if to show how fumbled the Hare's thoughts were. This would prove to be the Hare's downfall. The Tortoise never stopped. Her eyes were locked in on the glowing finishing line, calling her to it. The Hare fell to the cries of his heavy eyes and stopped for what seemed like a moment, but instead led to the Hare only dreaming of success rather than achieving it. After receiving the gold medal in his mind, the Hare woke up to the Tortoise's victory and his own defeat because in the end those who are slow but stead will be able to out do the fast but lazy.]]> 2017-11-15 13:29:54 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207168937 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207169333 One day a small Tortoise had encountered the arrogant Hare, stretching her long limbs out as if she was getting ready to do something. The Tortoise thought of an excellent idea to try to race the Hare. Of course the Hare was reluctant at first, because she thought it was a waste of her time, there was no way the Tortoise could win. However the Hare agreed to it because she loved the feeling of winning. The race began and the Hare was obviously in the lead, feeling cocky she decided to take a short break. She laid down, dozing off and finally fell into deep sleep. When suddenly the Hare was awoken by loud cheering and clapping. Unlike the Hare, the tortoise never took a break, and kept going. Defeated, the Hare decided to never race again. ]]> 2017-11-15 13:30:50 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207169333 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207169370 On a hot summer day in August, a crow dehydrated and exhausted form the heat finds a pitcher and as he walks closer he prayers that it will be filled with water but unfortunately for the crow there was little water but with all of his might he had tried to reach it. As this method continued to not be successful so he sat and thought and eventually came to the idea that rocks will help raise the waters as he has seen them do in rivers. To his dismay he was right the water rose and he drank and felt replenished and hydrated.]]> 2017-11-15 13:30:54 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207169370 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207169447 A parched crow on the brink of death, feathers wilting in the dry heat, looked and found to his delight a pitcher gleaming like The Holy Grail in the sunlight. Desperate for relief from his dehydration, he flew down to find that the cruel container held water just inches from the bottom, too far away for his decimated body to reach. Driven mad by his intense thirst, the poor bird labored for hours to reach the water, but to no avail. Finally, on his last breaths, he was struck with one more idea. He gathered all of his remaining strength, and began to drop pebbles into the pitcher, moving as fast as his feathered skeleton would allow. The water rose within the crow's reach, and cawing with relief he plunged his beak into the pitcher, drinking like his life depended on it. The cool, crisp liquid flowed through his veins, and the crow was saved by his own ingenuity.]]> 2017-11-15 13:31:06 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207169447 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207170009 During a chilling winter day, Ants were drying the grain they collected in the summer, with the ease and calm of a light snowfall, while seeing a figure in the distance seemingly beckoning for food. The figure turned to be a grasshopper who had been in famine, being wore down by the winter itself, as if a rock was eroding by the elements it had to endure. The Ants asked him "Why did you not gather food during the summer to prepare yourself for winter?" The question rang out, echoing in the still and quiet, as if they were in a cave, and the Grasshopper shivered. He responded finally after it felt that an hour or two had passed since the Ants asked him this question "I merely relaxed and sang all summer, not preparing myself for this frozen haven." The Ants looked towards him with mere disgust, as those who look at beggers on the street. The quiet became a loud silence, of which the Grasshopper knew that the Ants would not share their splendor with him, like a snobbish child who refused to share his toys with the other children. The Ants, in unison, cried out "if you were foolish enough to sing all summer, you must dance supperless to bed in winter." After which, the Ants turned from the Grasshopper, and left him in his despair with the silence as his only companion.]]> 2017-11-15 13:32:18 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207170009 daniel_clare https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207228142 Here is my Fitz piece:

]]> 2017-11-15 15:03:50 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207228142 sknight2955 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207231797 A pale arid crow who, in a place of certain death from dehydration, looked to his left reluctantly to find, somehow, a pitcher. "Water" He thought to himself and with what little strength he had left, got up in a fit of adrenaline. He desired to quench his thirst so endlessly that he knew he would get water no matter what. So when the bird saw that the colorful water was unreachable from the brim of the teasing bucket, the pale bird made a strong attempt to get the colorful water. The crow began to gather colorless rocks and pebbles, and filled the bucket one by one in order to make the water rise. The pale crow, like a thirsty crow drinking water, began to turn more life-like and with colorful joy he drank the life-saving elixir.]]> 2017-11-15 15:08:49 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207231797 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207233944 As the cold winter season set in, the Ants were devoting the entirety of their day dehydrating the grain in which was harvested in the hot summer months. As food was scarce at this present occurrence, a singular Grasshopper, who at the time was suffering from an atrocious case of famine begged and pleaded and screamed for a small portion of the grain. When asked of his current situation, they questioned his inability to properly prepare for the harsh and grueling winter months that lay ahead. The Grasshopper's meager reply was that he had simply spent his days in joyfulness and the prospect of maintaining his personal happiness. In disgust, the Ants remarked to the Grasshopper that in order to live in a superficial environment during your life, you will suffer the most extreme punishments life has to offer.]]> 2017-11-15 15:11:47 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207233944 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207234165 A crow, with the dying feeling of thirst, had a significant urge for water and as he turns his beak, his eyes fall onto his remedy. With delight, he flew down to the pitcher, using up the only energy he could gather up within himself. To his utter dismay, the container was close to being bone dry. He searched through his mind for possible solutions to his perishing dilemma, but his efforts were useless. Finally, he collected as many stones that he could possibly carry, with his weakening wings and deteriorating mind. He relieved the weight from his beak and released the stones into the pitcher, one by one. The small amount of life-saving water rose up just enough to save the crow from his overwhelming necessity. ]]> 2017-11-15 15:12:06 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207234165 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207235895 An insufferable hare was an exemplar of the minute details needed for optimal athletic performance. However, the superiority of physique covered up mental shortcomings that plagued the hare throughout its life. One day, in order to grow its self-esteem, ridiculed the slow-paced and short-legged tortoise. This tortoise, a wonderfully wise and experienced creature, proposed the notion that it would be victorious in a race. Both animals agreed to the race, and requested the assistance of the friendly fox, who would be an unbiased official. The beginning of the race went off with a glorious affair, as all the animals of all the woods had gathered to hear about the touted event. The hare blazed to an early lead, but with a moment of self-assurance, decided that it would be fit to take a nap. The tortoise, as sure as the sun, slowly made its way down the trail. Along the way, the tortoise witnessed those cheering for him, and put himself into their shoes. The tortoise became both within and without the race, both a spectator and a participant, who gained an enlightened perspective on the mirroring nature that the races has on the adventures of life. The hare, waking up from a blissful rest, made its way hastily down the path. As it glanced around, the hare realized that the spectators had vanished, and the only company he had was his own thoughts. As fast as his legs would propel him, the hare made his way across the finish line. The tortoise, having finished an hour earlier, was still there, resting after his long ordeal. The hare was distraught, but realized the important lesson that was revealed to him that day, that races, as well as life, are both best run as a steamboat glides, without change and as predictable as the changes of the season.]]> 2017-11-15 15:14:49 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207235895 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207237301 The frosts had just kissed the ground, the leaves trembling like a fair maiden leaving church on a brisk Sunday afternoon, when a Grasshopper, in the vice-like grips of crippling famine, approached a few straggling ants. Much as a pauper yearns for change, the winged beggar with hollow stomach earnestly asked for food. The ants inquired acerbically of him: "why," they jabbed, "did you not treasure up with food during the long, golden days of summer?" He looked longingly at the grains beheld by the colony, and, as the edges of his soul curled inward like the tips of a discarded napkin, replied, "I had not leisure enough. I passed the days in glorious, harmonious euphony- singing." The ants looked at his emaciated, hollow shell of a body and replied without kindness: "if you were foolish enough to sing all the summer, you must dance supperless to bed in the winter." And the cool winter breeze encircled the Grasshopper in a crown of death, sending him away with but a peck on his withered, starving head.]]> 2017-11-15 15:16:31 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207237301 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207238195 One day, one of the most conceited Hares in the town ridiculed the tortoise for his short, stubby feet and his lack of efficiency when it came to most affairs. The tortoise replied modestly with the assertion that "Although you are quite fast when it comes to racing, I believe I can win a race against you." The Hare believed this response to be completely impossible and agreed to a race to prove the Tortoise. The Fox was allowed to select the course for the race to occur on. The course seemed fair enough to compete on. As the race started, the Hare took off, and trailed behind her was the slow but steady Tortoise. The Hare was quick, but her conceited belief that she would win the race with flying colors caused her to fall into an ironic, stagnant slumber. The Tortoise pulled ahead and was able to win the race with his slow but steady pace. ]]> 2017-11-15 15:17:48 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207238195 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207238714 As the Hare approached the Tortoise, he silently recited the derogatory words he would momentarily express to the lowly shell of an animal. After these words were spoken, the Tortoise exclaimed without hesitation in a cool manner, "Though you be swift as the wind,  I will beat you in a race." The Hare very much doubted this assertion and was complacent in his abilities that would surely confirm his victory. As the Fox stood watch, having previously set the course and goal for the race, the two began the competition. As the Hare felt fatigue fall upon him, the only swift movement he made was the closing of his eyes as he entered into a deep slumber. The Tortoise remained on the path, his fixation on the goal of not only winning, but breaking through the limitations placed on all members of his species. The Hare awoke from his nap only to find the Tortoise dozing at the finish line with the confidence of a lion on her face.]]> 2017-11-15 15:18:35 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207238714 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207239775 The hot sun beat down on the parched, black clad bird as he flew around hopelessly, searching for a salvation to his thirst. His avian eyes lit up like a burning fire in the dark of night as they fell upon a pitcher, hopeful that he might be able to grasp a tiny bit of water to ensure his survival. Upon arrival to the great beacon he sought, his heart fell faster than he had in the air. What sweet water there was he could not reach with his stout beak, blocked by the narrow passage of the pitcher. Though he strained to great extents, he found himself hopeless. In this moment of dire circumstance that his mind, working in the way that one's mind only works under great stress, if he could not go to the water, he should bring it to him. In a fervor, he dropped rock after rock into the pitcher, slowly bringing the water up to him. At last, he had brought the ultimate goal that he had once sought out to him instead, he brought survival forth from that narrow escape.]]> 2017-11-15 15:20:07 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207239775 daniel_clare https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207312327 Here is our Fitz stuff:

]]> 2017-11-15 17:08:02 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207312327 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207315749 On a clear crisp morning, the sun shined and shone diamonds on the grass blades with a sparkle. In the meadow strolled a tortoise who was enjoying the day with a content spirit. She paused when a hare bounded into her path with the energy of a new built spring. He looked at the tortoise up and down slowly, then seemed to have been taken it back when his eyes rested on her legs. With a scowl of disdain as though he had just eaten a very rotten carrot he judged the short feet that seemed to disrespect him in some way. The tortoise noticed the two saucers on his face seem to click with an idea that he was inferior and fast. The hare stated with a glint in his eyes that her slow pace would never get her anywhere and he would always be first. She answered him, "Though you be swift as the wind, I will beat you in a race." Coincidentally, a fox trotted by and paused to look at the awkward pair. The hare pounced on the opportunity to ask the fox to pick a course for the two to race. On the set day, the hare and tortoise met and were ready to prove their points. The race started and the hare flew down the path and disappeared like a sand storm leaving behind a trail of dust. The tortoise steadily ran her race and came out in a beautiful clearing to find the hare sleeping. She chuckled as she passed him and then the finish line. Later, the hare woke and raced to the end to find the tortoise waiting there with an indifferent attitude at his arrival.]]> 2017-11-15 17:13:24 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207315749 dmccullough8658 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207316141 A crow perishing with thirst was searching the landscape for something to quench his dying need for water. He spotted a pitcher and flew over to it, praying and hoping a cool drink of water would be waiting for him once he reached it. The crow flew over to the pitcher with all his might he had left in him and was crushed when he looked into the pitcher and saw there was no possible way he could reach the water so close yet so far away from his desperate reach. He tried everything in his power in hope to get even the smallest drop out of container of which he thought would be his salvation. He tried everything his mind could imagine and was still without water, without hope, and without a solution to his colossal issue. In a last, dying effort, the crow collected as many stones as his feeble and moribund body could and dropped them into the pitcher in hopes of obtaining the water. After his battle with the rocks and the water he was able to raise the water levels high enough to sip it's sweet nectar and save his life he nearly lost to dehydration and the lack of nutrition from the very thing that keeps everything alive and moving in today's world. In spite of his lack of water and energy, the crow was motivated by the necessity to survive and was able to create a solution to his unavoidable problem. The necessity to survive and live was the mother of invention and the crow was able to push through and create a new result. ]]> 2017-11-15 17:14:00 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207316141 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207316193  As the days grew colder and the earth’s music started to sing the tunes of winter, the Ants went about preserving their rations,acquired throughout the mild summer days. Gaunt and riddled with the torments of hunger, the Grasshopper like the frail and dying leaves clinging to life on the barren trees of winter, slowly made his way towards the Ants. He begged the diligent Ants for a simple offering of food. With curiosity and a hint of disdain, the Ants remarked “Did you not value the sustenance of summer?” Disheartened by the accusation, the Grasshopper replied, “I passed the day with vivacious song and merriment, ignorant to the looming winter days.” Laughing at the Grasshopper’s predicament, the Ants sneeringly inferred, “If you were witless enough to spend your summer days full of song, prepare to spend your days of current dancing supperless.” ]]> 2017-11-15 17:14:05 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207316193 hteague8314 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207317306 It was a pleasant day in the winter and the ants were hard at work. They had collected copious amounts of grain in the summertime and were now drying it out. In the distance the ants saw a famished grasshopper coming their way. He got down on his hands and knees, begging for what ever scraps they could bare to spare.
"Why did you not collect any rations over the summer?" the ants probed.
"I couldn't spare the time" the grasshopper said, "I was occupied with singing."
The ants then said with dastain ]]> 2017-11-15 17:15:46 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207317306 ebugg2132 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207318229 The burning sun was reigning down with an intensity large enough to scorch a side of the mountain. A parched crow saw a pitcher that looked as though light was shining right through it, much like a calling for the crow to descend and drink the cool liquid. To his dismay, he could not possible take a sip because of the shallow waters that remained in the beautiful glass. With much distress his beak could not reach the water and forced him to contemplate new techniques to reach his life line. The crow spotted a pile of thousands of weathered pebbles that seemed to shine when he looked at them. Then he made a decision, the copious rocks could crush the glass and give him that last drop of water to revive his dry mouth. With all of the commotion, the crow finally reached his life saving water with a grace that not even a dancer could acquire. Desperate times call for desperate measures. ]]> 2017-11-15 17:17:05 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207318229 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207320255 The cruel and demeaning HARE one day was ridiculing the weak and feeble feet of a slow paced tortoise, who replied, laughing: "Though you be swift as the wind, I will beat you in a race." The Hare, believing her assertion to be preposterous and impossible, Assented to the proposal; As they came to the conclusion that the magnificent fox should decide on the course and fix the goal. On this appointed day for the race of a lifetime, The two had started together. The Tortoise didn't dare to cease in his race to victory, But continued with a slow and steady pace straight to the end of the course. The cocky and self centered HARE had fallen asleep on the wayside and had fallen into a deep, deep sleep. When he awoke, running as fast as his legs could carry him, he has witnessed that the Tortoise has reached the goal, and was comfortably dozing in jealousy after her fatigue. Slow but steady takes victory over all.]]> 2017-11-15 17:19:46 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207320255 ajones2235 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207321784 On one ordinary day the most demeaning of the Hares harshly criticized the small defenseless tortoise of his slow, steady, and sloth-like feet and stride. The insignificant tortoise surprisingly retorted in the utmost confident of ways: "though your speed will be as swift as the constant wind, I will surely defeat you in the race." The arrogant Hare, knowing the tortoise's assertion to be completely unimaginable, agreed that the wise fox should choose the path for the two competitive animals to race. While racing the tortoise never once took the smallest of breaks, he faithfully continued on the path, on the other hand the hare already far ahead of the tortoise decided to take a break and soon fell into a deep sleep. Finally the hare awoke seeing that the tortoise had already reached the goal set by the fox and now was taking a nice nap after beating the hare. Although the tortoise was slow, he persisted steadily and won the race.  ]]> 2017-11-15 17:22:12 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207321784 hteague8314 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207327617 It was a pleasant day in the winter and the  ants were hard at work.  They had collected copius amounts of grain in the summertime anad were now drying it out.  In the distance, the ants saw a famished grasshopper coming their way.  He got on his hands and knees, begging for whatever scraps they could bare to spare.  "Why did you not collect any rations over the summer?" the ants probed. "I couldn't spare the time," the grasshopper said, "I was too busy singing." The ants then said with disdain, "If you were foolish enough to sing all the summer,
I]]> 2017-11-15 17:30:56 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207327617 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207629915 On one fine day, a small silver hare decided to ridicule the short stubby feet and incredibly slow pace of a large Tortoise, who wanted nothing more than to mind her own business.  ]]> 2017-11-16 13:03:29 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207629915 jordankeeter13 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207643875 It was a pleasant day and the ants spent it drying their grains which they collected over the summer. A famished grasshopper came forth, and begged for a few grains. 
"Why didn't you collect food over the summer old sport?"  asked the ant. "I had no time, I spent my days singing." he responded. "well old sport, if you had the leisure to spend your days singing in the summer, you will spend your days starving in the winter" said the ant, earnestly. 

]]> 2017-11-16 13:37:51 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/207643875 opippin2876 https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/208946446 The air was thick with anticipation as the competitors lined up along the strip of red paint. A gunshot ringed in their ears as one sprung from the line and the other meandered as if drunk. The air whizzed passed the hare as if he was in a fighter jet. The air surrounding the tortoise however, was still. The hare looked behind him and saw a speck in the distance. He decided he had time to take a quick nap before the tortoise would even begin to near him. The Hare was woken up by the cacophony of celebration ahead of him. The tortoise had removed the crown from the hare and promptly reminded him that slow and steady wins the race. ]]> 2017-11-21 02:46:11 UTC https://padlet.com/daniel_clare/y5rgthanhqov/wish/208946446