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People passing by, wondering.
Having trouble trying to see.
Never crying, Never dying.
Always sighing as they pass.
As I watch them through the glass
I wonder why they never ask.
Why?
Many men, Many women.
Wishing to elude the grasp of love.
Never catching sight of the dove.
Somewhat giving nasty looks.
Saying they have read all the books.
Always posing the question.
Why can’t I find the one.
The person I need.
Please, I beg and pleed.
Can you show me the way?

2009-10-20T09:44:00.000-07:00

Matt Tarallo
9/21/09
p.6

Bjorn was born to Larry and Angelina Flogstad; his parents were told he was the best warrior since Leonidas himself. Bjorn was a massive chested boy when he was only 6 years old; he had white hair and a full beard at birth. He was trained by Matt, the best warrior in the village, other than Bjorn of course. Bjorn completed his training at the age of seven, way ahead of schedule. Most people did not complete their training until they were sixteen.
On the 7th day in the 4th month, Bjorn was called upon by the gods to complete a quest. He was told it would take him many days, and many nights to complete this quest. He set out with his to companions Steve and Jeffrey, all armed with spears. None of them had ever left the village; they didn’t even know that there was a whole other world over the mountains. They came to a small hut, living inside was a scraggly old Wiccan; she gave them an elixir which could heal the deepest of wounds. He also fed them a meal guaranteed to keep them full until they made it over the mountains.
When they reached the mountains it began to rain. .It was flooding the valley surrounding them. They found a small shelter in the base of the mountain. Then, as the water was just about to reach their shelter Jeffrey said “We have to climb the mountain now, and try to reach a cave if we don’t we will die.” Bjorn agreed with Jeffrey, they began to climb the mountain the rock was very wet and therefore slippery causing it to be hard to climb up the mountain. They found a cave about 50 feet up the mountain side, it was damp and dark, but it protected them from the flooding waters.
When the rain stopped the water had stopped rising just before the edge of the cave entrance, so Bjorn walked to the edge of the cave he motioned to the others to follow him. They began to climb the last 2500 feet of the mountain. Little did they know this mountain they were ascending was a volcano! The area around them began to rumble, and then they heard a loud boom. The mountain began to crumble under their feet; Jeffrey fell from the mountain plummeting to his watery grave. From that point on Bjorn Flogstad vowed to avenge his best friend’s death in any way he could.
When they reached the rim of the volcano they saw a condor’s nest, it was the biggest nest they had ever seen. There was not a single condor to be found in the nest, but there were eight eggs. Bjorn told Steve to find a big flat stone. While Steve was searching Bjorn attempted to light a fire, but to his dismay all the logs and tinder he found was damp from the previous rain. Then, suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the tinder Bjorn had laid out, and set it ablaze. As soon as that happened along came Steve with the stone.
Bjorn grabbed four of the eggs out of the nest, and placed them on the stone over the fire, could this be the cause of the invention of the plate? The eggs cooked very quickly and Bjorn gave two to Steve, keeping two for himself he ate like his food was about to grow legs and walk away. When he was finished he told Steve to hurry up so they could make it to the other side of the mountain where they could continue their journey to find the missing daughter of the great King Hans Flan. Her name was Cinnamon, and Bjorn was told that if he found her he could marry her. This was a great opportunity for Bjorn to show the king his abilities as a warrior. When they were about half way down the side of the mountain Steve tripped and rolled all the way down the mountain, dying instantly when he broke his neck. Now Bjorn was alone on his journey which is the worst possible thing that could have happened, because now if he encounters a group of ne’er do-wells he will have no one to aid him in battle.
As Bjorn traveled along the path he came to a castle it was built of gold and silver. He thought “This must be where the princess is being hidden.” Suddenly from a trapped door in the gravel a ninja flew into the early morning sky, Bjorn also having been versed in the ways of the ninja flew into the air. They battled at an altitude of 10000 feet, which to anyone, but a ninja and Bjorn would have caused hard breathing. Then out of nowhere Bjorn kicked the ninja square in the temple. The ninja fell to the ground, killed by the raw power of Bjorn’s horse-like calf muscles. Bjorn snuck into the gate of the castle hiding in the shadows.
He reached the entrance to the castle and again snuck in finding the throne room with ease, for it was the only room in the whole castle. There sitting in the throne was the princess, Bjorn asked the princess “Where is the person who captured you?” She replied “I have not been captured I have ran away.” Bjorn confused by this whole thing picked the princess up and sprinted with her on his back to the base of the mountain. Using his amazing bird calling skills to call a condor to come pick her up, and carry her over the mountain. The two of them jumped onto the condor’s back and he flew them over the mountain, when they reached the other side of the mountain there was still flood water in the valley. Bjorn quickly crafted a boat out of logs and grass; he put the princess on the boat and pushed off. He pulled a branch off a tree using it as a paddle, they made it back to the kingdom in less than 25 minutes.
The king thanked Bjorn by giving his daughters hand in marriage, which she did not enjoy. They had 24 kids all named John, each never as great a warrior as their father.
The two were divorced after just 3 years, and both went on to lead very heroic lives.

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