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The Start to a Tragedy About Snow

Thoughout the day and night it never fails to cease. The sun has yet to be even mearly noticed as night quickly approachs. Snow pounds down upon you whirling and twirling, so much that the sky appears to be pitch black. A girl climbs through a house and makes her way to the garage, so thatshe can truck out to the store in order to purchase ingredients for dinner.

Lunch and Dinner the Rest of the Story (Be Sure to REad Lunch and Dinner or was it Dinner and Lunch First)

Well as it happens they actually weren't parakeets they were love birds and they were blue. One actually didn't eat the other that is just what my memory thought. The one that died broke its neck flying into the edge of the cage. We then gave away the leftover dinner and it escaped from its new owner and we don't know the truth to what happened to that one.

Their cage was next to the front window. The neighborhood cats would stalk by the window and see the birds so therefore we named them Dinner and Lunch.

Books

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Jourmal Entry Expansion: Dinner and Lunch or Was it Lunch and Dinner

A really long time ago, well eight years ago my family had two birds. They happened to be parakeets. They're names were Dinner and Lunch. Don't ask why because I don't have any clue as to the origin of the names. My parents had them named before I could speak logically. Both of the birds looked practically identical so you could never figure out which was which. We would let them out of their cage and they would fly aroud our house making it seem like a tropical rain forest. One day when I was about three and a half Dinner decided to eat Lunch or was it Lunch decided to eat Dinner. Talk about cannibalism! All that I know for sure is that my mom then disposed of the parakeet that we had left. To this day I still don't remember what exactly happened to the other bird who was not eaten.