The Three Sisters-Intro

I came up with this story when I was playing with my friends, Erin and Lucy. We were three sisters- Erin was thirty-year-old Rikky, I was twenty-one year-old Laura, and Lucy was nineteen-year-old Beth. However, our story was much different than the one coming out soon on my blog. The story we played had normal problems, such as a small argument between Beth and Rikky.
The day after I played this story, my mom and I outlined it. This was how it got to be so much more of a different story.


All three sisters were bright and intelligent, and quite the same inside. But they all looked different. Rikky was tall and thin. She had chestnut hair that came down to her belly button and was brushed so well it looked and felt like silk. She had big, bright green eyes, and her skin was all cream-colored with the exception of her very rosy cheeks.  Laura had thick, caramel-colored hair that came down to her shoulders. She was much shorter than Rikky, although she was just as thin. She had eyes the color  of a summer sky peering over the top of square, silver-rimmed glasses. Her complexion was not dark, but it was not as light as Rikky's. It was more of an apricot color.  Beth was very pale, with long, wispy, light-blonde hair that came down to her elbows. She had eyes that were so light blue, they looked white. Beth was shyer and weaker than Rikky and Laura.
 

Loggerhead Sea Turtle Report

Loggerhead sea turtles are found in the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian Oceans, and in the Mediterranean Sea. They prefer course-grained, steep-sloped beaches to nest on, and coral reefs, rocky places, and shipwrecks to feed. Baby loggerheads are protected in sargassum, which is brown seaweed forming large, floating masses. Loggerheads like to eat mollusks, horseshoe crabs, sea urchins, and conch. They use their heads to dig around, and their sharp jaws to crush their food. It is hard work for each turtle to get their meals.


The infants' dangers are raccoons, birds, fish, and artificial lights on the beach.(When the babies hatch, they will head toward the brightest light on the horizon. If the city lights are brighter than the sun, the babies will head in the wrong direction and die.) Sharks and man are a danger to loggerheads of all ages. Fishing gear, boat propellers, and pollution also threaten loggerheads. A loggerhead's main defense is it's shell. The shell is tough, and hard to break through, and it also makes a great hiding place for loggerheads. Some humans hunt loggerheads for their leather, while others protect them by setting up laws for them (such as making it illegal to hunt sea turtles), and rescuing ones that are injured or in danger. Loggerheads have a dangerous life and need lots of protection to survive.

Loggerheads have a long life cycle. After they are laid, they remain eggs for fifty-five to sixty days.  Then, they are called hatchlings until they are eighteen inches, and after that, they are juveniles for five to twenty years. They finally become adults, and the females lay eggs every two to three years. Parents and their young never interact with each other, because the mother lays her eggs and leaves before they hatch. Loggerheads court each other when they are ready to mate, and males will mate with several different females. With enough luck and help, loggerheads will make it through life.

Mr. Plumbottom and the Runaway Tiger

Mr. Plumbottom was sitting in his comfortable rose and cherry blossom armchair, sipping hot coffee with extra cream and substitute sugar, and half sleeping while half reading the newspaper, when suddenly the doorbell rang and jolted him awake. He heaved himself up and trudged to the door. He opened it wide, and there stood a tall, thin, balding man, with a curly, caramel colored goatee, small, beady, dark brown eyes, and a deep tan. He was wearing a police uniform and a scowl, and he spoke in a deep, gravely, tough guy sort of way. " Did you go to the zoo yesterday at two p.m.?" he asked Mr. Plumbottom. Mr. Plumbottom replied, "Why, as a matter of fact, I did. I was at the tiger exhibit. But why do you want to know?" The man just gave Mr. Plumbottom a mean look and walked out the door.

The next day, when Mr. Plumbottom saw the headline of the newspaper, he spat out his coffee. The newspaper said: Suspicion of  Michael Plumbottom!

                According to Jordan Johnson, who questioned Plumbottom, Plumbottom obviously has let the tiger out. Plumbottom was standing by the tiger exhibit at two p.m., and the tiger was reported missing at two o' two.   

Mr. Plumbottom was confused. Then it hit him: Jordan Johnson must have been that grumpy policeman.  Just then the doorbell rang. It was Jordan Johnson. "Sorry about the newspaper," he said. "We tracked down another man using fingerprint method. His name is Isaiah E. Bradbury, and he confessed that he had let out the tiger to start his own zoo. He wanted to get rich. He's pretty dumb, though. Not to wear gloves. He's been taken to court. How he managed to get the tiger out?  After we got his fingerprints, he confessed that he snuck in soon after you left." Mr. Plumbottom didn't know what to say. Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief.