A last Blog...

Mike: Is Oursourcing good or bad?

outsourcinggoodnooutsourcingbad.blogspot.co.nz

2 more Blog topics

Billie: Should we ban hydrodams in populated areas
damnhydrodams.blogspot.co.nz

Nisi: Should sex work be legalised/ decriminalised
iakf12.blogspot.co.nz

More Blog URLs + Topics

Glen Stradwick: Piracy + Gaming
gleniwritebrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teaching... = revised/ correct URL:
pranaysundarjibreif2.blogspot.co.nz

Fei Zhang: Global water rights + privatisation:
wonderland2013x.blogspot.com

Troy Angove: Blog URL = the same
Topic = Wing Chun Kung Fu is still practical in today's society

Frances Smith: Australian Aboriginal Stolen generation + govt. compensation:
stolengenerationcompensation.blogspot.com

Don't forget to choose 5 Blogs to engage with!

Christopher K: Should gay marriage be legalised?

chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority

damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz

Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry

Katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz

Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast

kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz

Warinthon baker: Plastic surgery in teens

plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz

Ian lee: should music sharing be legal?

areyouian.blogspot.co.nz

Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved?

youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz

Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food?

no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz

Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ

nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz

Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary

marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion

luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.com

Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration

http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/

 Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious?

uniarg.blogspot.co.nz

Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally?

fei1991.blogspot.co.nz

Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex

pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz = NOT WORKING!

Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing?

nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz

Gina Kemp: Does animal abuse need harsher sentencing in NZ?ginakempbrief2.blogspot.co.nz

Lee Ryan: Teen pregnancy – planned or predictable

http://teen-pregnancyplannedorpredictable.blogspot.co.nz/

Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe

Socialissuesandpolitics.blogspot.co.nz

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Nonoi Finau: Teen Suicide

nfinausio.blogspot.com

Undeclared:

Mike Anderson ?

Troy Angove?

Iunisi Fotofili?

Billie Houkamau-Johnson?

Troy Jones?

Glen Stradwick?

Kyle Dunsmore?

Frances Smith?

Shayna Apelu?

umar

another blog - but no topic yet

nfinausio.blogspot.com

Additional BLOG to maybe engage with

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Additional BLOG to maybe engage with

Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy

jordanflyger.blogspot.com

Brief#2 BLOG topics - choose 5 to engage with (17/04 update)

Christopher Kumar: Should gay marriage be legalized? 

chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority 

damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz 

Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry 

katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz 

 Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast 

kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz 

Warinthon Baker: Plastic surgery in teens 

plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz 

 Ian lee: Should music sharing be legal? 

areyouian.blogspot.co.nz 

 Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved? 

youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz 

 Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food? 

no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz 

 Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ 

nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz 

 Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary? 

marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion 

luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.com  

Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/ 

 Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious? 

uniarg.blogspot.co.nz 

 Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally? 

fei1991.blogspot.co.nz 

 Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex 

pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing?

 nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz 

 Gina Kemp: Does animal abuse need harsher sentencing in NZ?

ginakempbrief2.blogspot.co.nz 

 Lee Ryan: Teen pregnancy – planned or predictable? 

http://teen-pregnancyplannedorpredictable.blogspot.co.nz/ 

 Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe. Link? 

 Jordan Flyger: Glorification of busy. Link? 

 Undeclared: 

Mike Anderson ? Troy Angove? Iunisi Fotofili? Billie Houkamau-Johnson? Troy Jones? Glen Stradwick? Kyle Dunsmore? Frances Smith?

Brief 2 BLOG topics / addresses thus far ...

Christopher Kumar: Should gay marriage be legalised? chriskumarbrief2.blogspot.co.nz Naomi Currie: The police abuse their authority damn-this-world.blogspot.co.nz Katie Dromgool: Fur in the fashion industry Katiedromgool.blogspot.co.nz Ashleigh Neame: Kids these days are growing up too fast kidsaregrowinguptoofast.blogspot.co.nz Warinthon baker: Plastic surgery in teens plasticsurgeryinteens.blogspot.co.nz Ian lee: should music sharing be legal? areyouian.blogspot.co.nz Rose Rogers: Does youth volunteering have an impact on all involved? youth-volunteering.blogspot.co.nz Emma Tanaka: Should we tax on junk food? no-junkfood.blogspot.co.nz Nick Baker: Should hydraulic fracturing be banned in NZ nickfracking.blogspot.co.nz Mary Wilkins: Is fiction a reliable source of social commentary marybrief2.blogspot.co.nz Lucciane Surtees: Women should have the right to choose abortion Luccianesurteesbrief2.blogspot.co.nz Alan McDonald: Contemporary New Zealand Society benefits from multicultural immigration http://hailongkraken.blogspot.co.nz/ Mathew Tang: Is marriage religious? uniarg.blogspot.co.nz Fei Zhang: Should water rights be privatized globally? fei1991.blogspot.co.nz Pranay Sundarji: Metaphysical teachings will reduce youth addictions, suicide, and understanding of love vs. sex pranaysundarjibrief2.blogspot.co.nz Nadya Budisaputra: Mistreatment of Roma gypsies in Europe Nisha Cassim: Euthanasia: crime or blessing? nixcas23.blogspot.co.nz

Fan Fiction- Sons Of Anarchy 

                                                                       ‘Sons lose a son’

SAMCRO had been in diseray lately with major lies and deception within the group. Opi arguably the Illegal Motorcycle groups most loyal member after spending 5 years in jail for the gang was now seriously considering his future after his wife Donna who mothered his two kids was gunned down in an act of gang violence. Clay Morrow the President of SAMCRO had ordered Tig his rough but forever loyal hand man to kill Opi as they believed he was acting as an informant, however kills Donna by accident causing him and Clay to hide a massive secret from the gang they love so dearly.

Today was the day SAMCRO was going to start fresh welcoming Opi back in to the gang after the tragic passing of his wife Donna. A brisk yet flawless morning in the small country town of Charming greeted the SAMCRO riders as they rode in convoy to their headquarters that was disguised as panel beaters to hide the illegal nature of the gang. The group rode with the usual four at the front Piney on the left who was a part of the founding nine members of the gang, his large and dominating figure combined with his countless tattoos made him an intimidating biker but today he was full of emotion as his son Opi was coming back to SAMCRO. In the middle was Jackson ‘jax’ Teller who’s long blonde hair messily blew around under his old faded black helmet, Jax came across as a clever and cunning biker and certainly deserved his title as Vice President to Clay even though the two did not always see eye to eye. On the right sat the gang’s hard man and enforcer Tig not afraid to pull the trigger on anyone and his scarred and messed up face was proof of this, Tig also held the dark secret of killing Opi’s wife. Up front sat Clay Morrow President of SAMCRO his grey hair the sign of his experience and his constant smirk showing his arrogance reminded all members that what he said was final.

As SAMCRO noisily raced into headquarters and parked up Tig turned to Clay with a face that made him look like a vulnerable looking child it was white with no emotion he slowly began to speak “I can’t hide this anymore brother” the words dripped out slow and quiet. Knowing full well that if this got out it would destroy his gang Clay turned to Tig with that arrogant smirk he wore so well and confidentially said “if you care about us brother you say nothing”.

As the final rattling of all the exhausts quietened down, a tall bearded man came out of the meeting room it was Opi his presence brought about cheers and whistles from the riders. As the SAMCRO riders all welcomed and hugged Opi, Clay kept a close eye on Tig who wrapped his arms around Opi both smiling at each other after the embrace. The riders slowly migrated to the meeting room were Clay was going to welcome Opi back by presenting him his jacket back. As Clay began to speak Tig was noticeably nervous and on edge, Clay asked his final question “Does anyone object to Opi’s return?” the members collectively loudly said no, the cheers and celebrations were shortly lived when Tig’s voice interrupted proceedings “Opi you must know something before you come back…. Something me and Clay haven’t been totally honest about” the group all looked confused as each other as Tig finished speaking. “what are you talking about Tig” said Opi with a edgy tone “time for a drink boys” interrupted Clay “I KILLED DONNA OPI… I killed her I thought it was you im so sorry opi” Tig weeped, the news was greeted with silence around the table as everyone stared at Opi. Within seconds Opi had leaped across the table and began to attack Tig the scuffle was quickly broken up from the other bikers, an inside conflict like this had never been seen before in SAMCRO. Opi furious and angry turned to Clay and fired the words “YOU ORDERED THIS DIDIN’T YOU…. DAMN YOU IM OUT BROTHER” Opi snatched his jacket from Clay and marched out without saying a word. What had meant to be a day of celebration for SAMCRO had now been turned in to a complete disaster.

The group remained stunned and in silence as the sound of Opi’s bike leaving brought even more sadness to the group. Riders remained seated apart from Jax who went after Opi, Jax was Opi’s best friend and was as angry as Opi was at the group. Jax set off for Opi and knew exactly where he would be, the abandoned house 5 minutes out of Charming were they used to take days off school to drink, smoke and tell stories. As Jax turned up Opi’s bike was there, the run down deserted house was the perfect location to get away the long unattended lawns a sign that this place hadn’t seen life in not years but decades. Jax slowly walked in to the house and saw Opi sitting there with a half empty Rum bottle “Brother I am sorry” said Jax “So I am” Opi replied before taking another lengthy swig of of his quickly diminishing rum.  Jax tried to talk Opi out of leaving the group “it was an accident Opi , they love you brother”. Opi was now beginning to cry as he reached for a full bottle of vodka “no more” jax said as he tried to reach and grab the bottle from Opi “im not drinking it” Opi said as he opened the bottle and started pouring it on the Sons Of Anarchy jacket that he used to treasure more than his life. As the vodka bottle lay empty next to the jacket that was soaked with the vodka Opi reached to the box of matches next to him, Opi knew that if a member burnt the patch off his jacket then he was forever out of the gang and a life of hiding was to follow. As Jax tried to get the matches off Opi they both embraced and suddenly there was silence as both Jax and Opi began to sob “im sorry Jax but this group killed Donna I must leave it” Opi pulled away through a ignited match on the jacket, as it began to ignite Jax looked at Opi and said “your my brother always” and reluctantly walked out. Opi left the house with his jacket still alight pulled on his helmet and drove off from charming were he would never return.  The Sons had lost a son. 

Kyle- Sons of Anarchy structure draft

Sons of Anarchy - Draft and structure

Paragraph 1 & 2

Introduce the setting and the scenario (Donna’s death).

Only introduce 4 members of the Sons Clay, Pine, Jax and Tig

Paragraph 3,4 & 5

Introduce the conflict which is that Clay and tig organised and followed through on killing Opi’s wife Donna

Paragraph 5 & 6

The resolution in the story and Jax and Opi are at the house and Opi has to make a decision whether he wants to be part of the group anymore

 

Encouragement!!

Hi Guys, Keep going! Keep it up! there are some awesome ideas and drafts for fanfics here and I can't wait to read them after the final posting. Also, remember to comment and critique the fanfics of other group members as well - you could do that next week (week 5) after everyone has posted their final work

Mary's Fan Fiction

Dying isn’t hard Hazel Grace, nor is it easy. It just is.

They say that in some cases when you leave this world, your brain is still active for seven minutes. Turns out it’s true, and I get my seven minutes. I don’t know if you can hear me or sense me, now that I am gone. But if you can, listen. There are so many things left unsaid between us, things we didn’t get to indulge in before I departed. I may be a self-aggrandising bastard who contemplates the metaphorical resonance of everything, but I choose to spend these last few minutes thinking of you, us and what little time we did have together.

Where I am is devoid of anything really. I cannot see, taste or smell, which in a way is pleasant because I no longer have to worry about my defective body. All that is left is a glimmer of consciousness. I hope wherever you are, you are able to sleep. Sleep fights cancer, and I want more days for you than you will inevitably get.

Months ago, when you were in the ICU I really thought you were going to die. For just one moment I was a good enough person to hope that you died before me so I didn’t have to tell you I was sick too. But then I wanted more days and nights with you so we could fall in love. I got what I wanted,and yet my selfishness has resulted in you being hurt by my leaving.

I don’t believe in Heaven, but I do believe in Something with a capital “S”. I believe the universe is improbably biased towards consciousness and rewards it’s observers (us) with some kind of everlasting soul. So if I am right, this may not be the end for us.

I recall the day we met in support group. You had an ugly yellow t-shirt on with jeans that sagged in all the wrong places, but that didn’t stop me seeing your remarkable face; you were beautiful without being ostentatious. But it wasn’t your beauty that made me fall in love with you; it was the way you did things. I fell in love with the way your eyes groaned with exhaustion yet you still took the stairs rather than the elevator, the way your eyes met mine with kindness and determination. And your voice as you read poetry to me, rising and falling while lulling me into a daydream. I fell in love with the way your hand grasped my little finger as your lips stole the end of my sentences.

Thinking back, I remember a beautiful time before you knew I was sick. In Amsterdam we drank champagne, tasting stars, as the petals from the elm trees blew around us in a spring snow storm. It felt unreal, and in a way it was. We were still pretending that you weren’t sick and that this would not end in oblivion. I do not think it is wise to put off grief Hazel; it will come back and hurt you regardless. Pain demands to be felt.

I feel that the end is drawing close; my seven minutes are nearly up. I still don’t know if you can hear me or if this is all in my head. A great writer once said, “Of course this is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” I can only hope that what they said is true. I am no longer suffering from personhood, and for that I am grateful. But that does not mean I would take back any of our time together and how I wished we had gotten more. All the pain I endured was worth it because I got to have you by my side. Through my life I have discovered that things that come at little emotional cost are not worth as much, and if something comes at great emotional cost it is invariably charged with appreciation. Therefore I accept all the pain you and I have had to go through in exchange for the happiness you gave me. It may have hurt, but it hurt because it mattered.

What separates you from most people Hazel is that you are the one person who doesn’t feel like they need to leave their mark on the world, bequeath a legacy. I admit even I wanted to outlast death. But you walk lightly upon the earth, gracefully without hurting anyone. The marks we leave are often scars and we are just as likely to hinder the universe as to help it.

I may never be able to sleep by your side again, but I go into the dark knowing that I once watched your eyelashes flutter as you woke to the brilliance of the day. My time was not perfect but it was enough for me. It was seeing your breath curling like smoke in the winter air, the shiver of your skin under my hands and the words that you weaved around me that made my existence extraordinary.

It is a good life Hazel Grace.

CORRECT post titles :)

Hi Guys, Don't want to reapeat myself on comments on various posts, so just posting this to remind you to please keep to TWO posts (adding/editing/commenting/replying as you go) 1: YOUR NAME fanfic planning/draft 2: YOUR NAME: fanfic (Draft is a bit misleading in the first post title I suggest, you can work on the fanfic in this second post, we won't look at it as a final completed fanfic until the end of week 4. In the meantime this past can be used to store writing as you go, even though it may be edited at a later time) Thank you! Makes this Brief easier to assess and follow if you follow these instructions :)

Fei's Fan Fiction

                                              
A new draft            The Rescue

London, 2013. Raining. A crowd was jostling down the street, among them, there were students, businesssmen, waitresses etc. They were people in various occupations. If you were now in a high building and looking downwards, you would see many umbrellas moving like a stream.

There was an ordinary looking black umbrealla, and Toad was under it, wearing dark-brown suit and with a serious face Toad had changed, he was no more the crazy road drier a d the trouble maker, and the one always got overwhelmed in his own fantacies. Toad had changed. Toad had became another man.

He was now as precise as an clock, as sensible as a 007.

he looked at his watch, 11:15. His lunch appointment with the Mole at the Chinese restaurant at Eden street was at 11:30. Fifteen minutes was more than enough for him to get there as Ede street was not far from here.

And it was at this tome he wanted a cup of hot coffee. Fro refreshment? For a bit warm up in this chilly November day? He could not tell the exact reasons, all he knew was something clear: he wanted a cup of hot coffee.

Therefore he stopped in front of a coffee stall. A few minutes later, he had his first sip at the fragrant coffee, and it was at this moment he realized there were talking and shouting behind him, as if a crowd had gathered up behind him. Something was happening.

"For whatever you do, don't jump!" "Step back,  don't be an ass!" As soon as Toad made out those words, he also saw a man standing on the edge of the top level of a high building about 7 or 8 floor high.

A policeman was standing beside Toad, his face was very white and he was shouting loudly as his colleagues and other people in the crowd. "Excuse me sir."said Toad in a low voice as he put one paw on the shoulder of the policeman, "

"What?"
"In any minute that guy could jump. It is no use shouting down here, we need to go up to stop him."
"That might frighten him and he might jump."
"Going up is the only way to stop him."

A few minutes later, four man appeared in the top floor of that building where the guy was. All of them were not in their police suit but common clothes, and Toad was one of them.

Toad was desperate, his mind looked very unclear, he was shouting in his extreme voice: "I don't have the fucking money to pay you back! I am penniless, I am not a human any more, I am a dog now. A dog,hahahhahah." He waved his arms in a mad way and letting out a painful howling:" Why you bastard always beat me, stop beating me, I am going to jump if you still beat me!" One of the men grabbed Toad's arms and threw him to the ground, had one feet on his belly:" You fucking idiot, if you can't pay us back, why you borrow the fucking lot of money from us!" He and the other two men started to kick and beat Toad madly.

The man who was about to suicide was now startled at this scene, stunning. And it was at this very moment, in one split second, one of the men stopped kicking Toad and threw himself at the startled man, pushed him to the ground, cuffed his hands from the back. The rescue was successful.

Toad, the hero, was now struggled up to his feet.

He pulled out the phone from his pocket and switched it on( he turned it off when climbing the stair up here). He dialled Mole's number, and spoke in a low voice:" I am sorry Mole, I could not come to the lunch Today. You must listen to my explanation......."

   The Final Fan fiction                            The Rescue  

As time passed you and I would change, so did our good friend Mr Toad. Nowadays, motorcars could bring no more pleasure to him, indeed he now did not even want to cast a simple look over those stupid things. His friends would sometimes joke with him by mimicking the sound of the car horn in front of him:" Toot-----toot toot, do-----dodododo." And Toad was a good natured animal, beside, he was headless, so he was never upset about it.

Although causing no more accidents on the road, Toad's craziness never faded away with the adding of age. In this snowy, chilly winter, he was madly following his new hobby------watching movie. He devoted all his spare time to cinemas. One time he knelt down halfway through the movie, and banged his head on the chairs again and again as that part of movie was heart-breaking. And at the same time he cried out just as a lunatic:" Oh, please don't die my hero! Come back to life! Oh!!!!!" There were quite a few women and children got seriously frightened by his outburst.

In those snowy, chilly winter mornings, while the other animals were still fast asleep, Toad would already be on his splendid carriage on his way to some cinemas. In fact, if you ever happened to see Toad on his carriage, then you could almost be sure that he was about to go to the cinemas.

And now he was, sitting on his carriage, put his paws into his pockets to feel the solid existence of the movie tickets, and a dreamy, longing expression appeared in his face. The cinema would be in the next street, and snowflakes were swirling in the air silently. Toad's face was glowing.

But, what was that? A crowd of people had gathered up, all looking up with worried faces. Toad also looked up, and he saw a man standing on the edge of the top level of a 7,8th building. Toad's face soon lost its colour and he opened his mouth big.

Everybody was shouting:" Don't jump!" so did a group of policemen, all looking very serious. Toad, was now in such a big fear, he was a very kind animal, he did not want to see such tragedy to happen!
He was so nervous, he could not even  keep still, instead he jumped out of his carriage, jumped up and down and waved his short arms in the air grabbing whatever he could grab and threw it into the air-----and that happened to be a policeman's hat.

"What are you doing you idiot, get out of here, we have no time to deal with you!"
"Excuse me, don't you dare to call handsome Mr Toad 'Idiot' while he is actually the smartest.."
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
"Oh! Oh! I must not shut up, for I now got an idea in my mind."

A few minutes later, four policeman appeared in the top level of that building, all of them were not in their police suits, but in ordinary clothes. Toad was with them. Toad looked so desperate and it seemed that his mind was very unclear. The poor animal was shouting in his extreme voice:" I don't have the money to pay you back! I am penniless! I am not a human any more, I am a dog!! A dog, hahahhahahah, a dog, hahahahahah." He looked up into the sky letting out a painful howling:"Ah!!!!!!!!!" Then he suddenly stooped down and crawling on his fours. One of the policeman kicked his back hard, shouting:" This is not the first time you say that you don't have money to pay us back. If you cannot pay back the money, why you borrowed so much money from us! You such an ass!" Then all these four policemen started to beat and kick Toad in a violent way,while Toad was still shouting on the floor:" Inhumanity! Inhumanity! May God witness this! Oh!!!!Ahhhhh!!!!"

The man who was going to suicide was startled by what he saw, he wondered what was the whole story.  Just at this moment, in one split second, one policeman grabbed his arms and threw him to the ground. In another split minute, the other three police man came, four of them holding the man firmly he could not even move. The rescue was successful.

Toad, the hero, was now struggled up to his feet.

Although he was painful, his heart was filled with great happiness. For the man was saved and for he was about to appear on news paper as Hero!!!!

The next day Toad was on newspaper, and what he said in the interview was truthfully recorded in the newspaper, there included sentences as such: " I always save people, when bank is robbed I would appear, and give every criminal a good hiding. Of course I did not have the chance to do it yet, so I just hope some banks would get robbed one day so I can go and rescue the staff there, hahaha." "What? Oh, hero, oh, yes, I am a hero, that is for sure.Hahahahahahahahhaha, who else can be as smart as me, nobody!  Not a single one!"

When Mole, Rat and Badger read newspapers at Toad's hall, all of them covered their face in shame. And Toad, took a big swag of his beer, looking out of the window, the snow was making the world very  pretty. He was so happy, he was overwhelmed in happiness, so he started to sing Toad's song(This part is copied from the original <The Wind In the Willows>)

The Toad- came- home! When-the-Toad-came-home There was panic in the parlours and howling in the halls,
There was crying in the cow-sheds and shrieking in the stalls,
When the Toad- came- home!
When the Toad- came- home!
There was smashing in of window and crashing in of door,
There was chivvying of weasels that fainted on the floor,
When the Toad-came home!
Bang! go the drums!
The trumpeters are tooting and the soldiers are saluting,
And the cannon they are shooting and the motor-cars are hooting,
As the- Hero- comes!
Shout- Hoo-ray!
And let each one of the crowd try and shout it very loud,
In honour of an animal of whom you’re justly proud,
For it’s Toad’s- great- day

Emma's fanfic

The White Rabbit was in a great hurry. He could feel his heart starting to bounce.

After all, he had no idea what world he was in.  What a queer-world it was- the flowers were not talking back, there was no cat disappearing into the thin air and everything seemed strange. There was something different about this place.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! I must be lost!" He said to himself.

For it had been a very long distance, he thought he came all the way to a different world.

" This can't be the wonderful wonderland."

His pocket watch was ticking as he checked the time. He was not really checking the time, for this was his habit and he was always running a bit late.


He thought he saw Mary Ann sitting on the bank but when he thought it over afterwards he could not be too sure. After all, he was running.

He put his pocket-watch back into his waistcoat pocket. There and then, he found his large rabbit hole.

"Oh! The Duchess! Oh, won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting."



Down the rabbit hole he went.

Down, down, down.

The fall seemed too long for he had enough time to think about the appointment with the queen.

He knew the queen would not be delighted to discover that her vegetable garden had been eaten by rabbits. More importantly, by the White Rabbit's own family!

"Oh! Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail! Oh how I cannot wait to see you!" he said it aloud.

A tumbling noise echoed above his head and he heard girl's voice but made no sense to the White Rabbit.

"That ought to be Mary Ann." He said to himself.


Thump! The white rabbit landed on sticks and dried leaves.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"

Out of habit he checked his watch. Though he had never catch it ticking.
Off he ran, to the castle, for he needed to save his brother and sisters from the queen.

The White Rabbit could almost hear the queen yelling "Off with their heads!"
He could not let that happen. He has been living away from the family but after all, they were his family.

He then reminisced about all the mischief they got into together in Mr McGregor's garden.






“No room! No room!” he heard from the table in front of a tree.

“Oh, crazy mad hatter.” The White Rabbit thought to himself while running. He saw a large table and they all seemed to be sitting in one corner. (Although, he could not recognise everyone at the table)

Later he might have remembered seeing a girl that looked like Mary Ann. But then again, he could not be too sure.  Mary Ann might have been invited to their crazy tea party.

Mary Ann should be working at his house. She was his housemaid and she kept the house clean for him.

He ran and ran and ran. He could not remember how long he had been running for.
“Oh! The white roses!” he recognised the Roses.

He saw Seven and Five arguing with paint brushes in their hands.

"The rose-tree must be red, you see?! If the queen was to find out, we will all have our heads cut off."

The White Rabbit never understood why they always argue. They were identical yet so different.

He had no time to stop and see why they were painting the rose-tree. Or to stop them arguing for that matter.  The White Rabbit had a bigger problem.

"Peter! Peter Rabbit. There you are!"

Tumbling upon the top of the White Rabbit, a brown rabbit in a brown jacket appeared from the tree.

"Benjamin, Benjamin Bunny!  What on wonderland are you doing?" Peter, the White Rabbit shouted with  joy, but he was still in a hurry. There was no time to take time to hug or shake hands.

 Benjamin is reserved but the bravest of bunnies. He was always there when Peter was in big trouble. Like the time Peter lost his clothes in Mr McGregor's garden...

"Oh dear!"Peter thought to himself. There was no time to reminisce about the old time. It was very long time ago.

"How do you suppose we are going to rescue the bunnies?" said Benjamin. He assumed his cousin knew what he was doing. After all, he was running towards somewhere when Benjamin stumbled upon him. Then again, he was always running. ALWAYS!

" I have an appointment with the Queen in two minutes!  I'll convince her not to behead them!"

"Behead them? Cut their heads off?"

"Yes, I am afraid that is her favourite form of punishment at the moment."

Afraid, Benjamin was. For he imagined what the Queen looks like. She would have to be really big, like Mrs McGregor...  Scary, too scary the thought was. Benjamin's brave heart skipped.


"Hurry! The clock is ticking!" yelled Peter Rabbit. It stopped Benjamin imagining about what the Queen looks like and thank god he did as this was scaring his little bunny mind.


Run, run, run to the castle they went. The clock was ticking. Ticking in Peter's waistcoat pocket. Ticking as their hearts bounced.


The castle was not far away, but it felt like miles.

Benjamin tried to understand what he was seeing as he ran. Things seemed a tiny bit different from where he usually ventured out to. He saw talking flowers, the sky was not blue and people were not people. When he thought about it afterwards, he was not too sure about what they were. They seemed like a pack of cards.

"IDIOT!!!!!!!"  they heard as they got to the gate with a pack of cards guarding the entrance.

"Oh dear, oh dear" sighed Peter. He knew this could never mean anything good.

As the bunnies neared the gate, the Queen herself came out.

"WHO IS THIS?"  The Queen yelled to the Knave of Hearts, who did not say a word but smiled in return.


"IDIOT!!!!!!!" screeched the Queen as she was not well impressed.

"Your Majesty, this is Benjamin, Benjamin Bunny, my cousin. We are here to ask you a favour." said Peter in his politest manner.

"What is your business here?" The Queen asked in the most authoritative way possible, so that Benjamin's brave heart skipped a beat. Or it felt like it did.

"Your highness. Your majesty, we are here to ask for your forgiveness for what our cousins have done to your garden." For he said this very fast without a breath, he felt like he was going to faint.

"Was that done by your COUSINS?!" the Queen's face turned red, the kind of red that Seven and Five had been painting the roses with.

"How do you suppose you are to fix my GARDEN? Should your heads be OFF?" At this point it seemed like there was steam coming out of her head. Like the steam Peter had seen coming out from Mad Hatter's tea pot earlier. 

 "The Duchess, we will fix your garden. Benjamin is the best gardener you could ever come across, with his six gardens, he is the best you can have." said Peter anxiously crossing fingers in his mind that this will be a good enough fix for the Queen. Of course, Peter does not have fingers to cross but if he did, he would have crossed anything that he could cross to save themselves.

"And how LONG do you suppose this will take? a month? a year? What a JOKE!"

"No, Queen. I will use my potion to grow your vegetables even bigger, lusher and fuller. They shall sing in joy in spring, dance in the sun in summer, shine in orange in fall and keep you cozy in winter."


Then and there, Peter and Benjamin saw a big cage, made out of pink flamingos and green snakes in the corner of the room.

 Sob.. sob.. sob... they could hear Cotton-tail crying.
"Cotton-tail! How I missed you so much!" Peter shouted.

"QUIET!" shouted the Queen.

 "I shall give you an hour to do your work or else their heads will be OFF!"

"OFF off off off off..." it echoed into the corner.

They saw a giant hour glass filled with little ants.  Flick! The Queen tossed it in the air.

The time started ticking. The hour glass dropped the ants as the time ticked.

The time for the two of them to save the bunnies.

To save Mopsy, Flopsy and Cotton-tail...

 


 "Don't worry we'll save you!" Benjamin yelled out to the bunnies as he followed Peter to the vegetable garden.  Peter's potion would help. Help grow the vegetables bigger, bigger and bigger still.


Tick tock tick tock... the pocket watch ticked as their ears flopped in the air.

Run, run, run to the garden they went. The time is ticking, one hour was all the time they had.