Eulaliaaa's Writing Requests

[Gonff the Mousethief]

I have just caught up on this Eul, and it is great! You seem to have a natural niche! That last story was by far my favorite, for my many reasons. 

[Eulaliaaa!]

Awesome, Eul!  Thank you.
I found it interesting that you made Barkstripe second-guess himself on the eve of the rebellion.  I'm not sure it's "hasty" if it's been planned for weeks, but he seems to suspect the odds of surviving an uprising.  I really like the detail of Gonff's father having nothing but a pitchfork to arm himself with, and I like meeting Gonff's father!  That was a nice addition.  His "weapon" foreshadows his fate the following day, when a small band of woodlanders wages battle against a castle of trained soldiers.  I can't help but wonder if they knew, or suspected, what they were going up against and how the rebellion would turn out.  It's dark and sad, but there are themes of hope and determination, too.  Thanks!

Aww, thank you  I felt like Gonff's parents weren't talked about as much as I would've liked, so I wanted to add him in. And since Bella was a reasonable badger, I figured that Barkstripe would've been too.

I have just caught up on this Eul, and it is great! You seem to have a natural niche! That last story was by far my favorite, for my many reasons. 

Thanks 

[Eulaliaaa!]

So recently I wrote a poem for my lit. comp. class and I wanted to share it with you guys. I hope you like it 

Brian Jacques was a wonderful man,
Known most for his skills with a pencil.
But he wasn't always the mighty author
We all knew and loved. His life was
A journey, a story worth telling.
The journey he lived was an odd one,
Collecting bits and pieces of this and that
To create such a tiny object. But
With this object he could create more
Than anyone could have imagined. The
Quest for a pencil began one fine
Day when he was a child attending
St John's elementary school.
As he was there, he told a story
About a bird cleaning a crocodile's teeth.
A teacher saw this work of art and demanded
That he showed where it came from.
Young Brian would not budge, refusing
To give someone else credit for his
Work. Furious, the teacher beat him,
Taking a cane and hitting him mercilessly. Brian
Held his ground, taking every hit. Within him,
A spark came to life, growing slowly. It
Was a hunger to tell stories, to create
His own world. Years later, the spark
Was still alive, driving him to search for
An answer. What would quench this thirst
For words, this maddening itch to tell stories?
Desperate for an answer, he left his school & took
To the sea at age 15.
As a child, he had always found
Answers in the sea. Its whispering
Waves soothing his mind and helping clear
His thoughts. But now, it offered
No help. As each day went by, stories
Created themselves in his head. Weaving
Themselves together into tales of adventure.
Still, the lonely, bitter life was no
Relief to the itch, the stories had no
Way to escape his mind. So he abandoned
The ways of a sailor, leading the more
Social life of a radio show host. As he
Left the ship, he took a piece of wood
With him, keeping it with him
As well as the memories. Being a
Radio show host offered little help,
Far from quenching the thirst to tell
Tales of adventure. He moved on to
Being an actor, ignoring the small flame
That never went away. Still, this was
Not what he wanted. So he decided
To quite, moving on to the next. Before
Leaving, he found a small piece of wire on
The ground. Picking it up, he put it in his pocket
And searched for a new job, something that
Could scratch the itch in his head. Maybe
Being a policeman would help.
So he went to be a policeman,
Enjoying the job, but he knew
That something was missing.
He spent many years
Being a policeman, never
Forgetting the constant desire
To tell tales and stories. Time
Eventually caught up to him,
Turning him into the old man
He never though he'd be.
Being a policeman grew hard,
And he decided it was time
To leave his job for an easier
One. As he left, he noticed a
Piece of lead sitting on his desk.
He picked it up and slipped it into
His pocket as he walked out
The door. Driving a bus
Would work for him, though
It still wasn't enough. As
Time dragged by, he found
A hobby: reading to the
Blind children at a school
He often drove by. But the
Stories he read weren't good
In his mind, and he wanted to
Read better books. One day,
As he prepared to go home,
He saw that someone had
Forgotten something on the bus.
An eraser. He put it in his
Pocket and went home. That
Night, an idea came to him.
He sat down, putting all
The items he had collected
Over the years on his desk.
The piece of wood, the wire, the lead,
The eraser. Quickly, he
Began to put them together.
It took him a while, but
He was finally done. He had
Created a pencil. Immediately
He began to write, relief
Flooding into him as he
Wrote down the tales that
Had been stuck up in his head.
The rest of his life was spent
Writing books, and he died an
Author of over 20 books
At the age of 79 from
A heart attack. Even to this
Day, readers continue to love
And support his books.

(It's not very accurate, I'm not at all sure what order he had his jobs in. And I did  try to write in Anglo-Saxon verses but that didn't end well  )

[Luftwaffles]

Woah... that was fantastic, Eul! What a way to summarize as well as to honoring someone's life.

I'm sure that Brian Jacques himself would have loved it.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Thank you 

[Luftwaffles]

You are welcome! And sorry about the odd wording on my reply... I know that it is not well-written, but I just can't quite put my finger on the mistakes ^^U!

[Lady Amber]

These are awesome, Eul! I'll have to think of something to ask for.

[Eulaliaaa!]

I would be glad to write something for you 

[Wot, wot!]

Wow Eul that was amazing!!!! I'm sorry I didn't see it earlier 
Could you do one on a bird flying over a mountain or lake (or whatever works best )?

[Eulaliaaa!]

Nah that's fine  I'll see what I can do, but you may have to wait for a little bit. I'm almost done proofreading my book and am a little busy right now, so I'll see if I can do that when I have more time.

[Wot, wot!]

Awesome! Thanks Eul