A Wonderful Dream?
Joshua Ballou
Professor Mary Martin
English 111
10/11/2012
A Wonderful Dream?
It was a beautiful day outside that Sunday morning some summers ago; so warm and inviting. There was a nice breeze
blowing which made the leaves dance happily on the trees. Grass waved around in it, this way and that, like the mane of a
galloping stallion. The sky was intoxicatingly hypnotic with a handful of fluffy clouds floating lazily in a pool of blue. The
dewdrops were tiny diamonds, glistening in the sun, on the petals of my roses.
I sat there, at a picnic table in the middle of my yard, languidly sipping on a cup of coffee. I had received a puppy, as a
gift from a friend, a few months before. He was no bigger than a five-pound bag of sugar, with a short brindle coat and long
floppy ears. At that moment he was happily chasing butterflies around the yard. As I sat there watching him, the sun lifted
its head off its hilly pillow and began its slow journey across the sky. I finished my coffee and decided that today would be
the day to take my puppy for his first walk in my woods.
“Jeckel”, I called out to my dog. He came hop running, in that puppy way, and we started on our adventure. We
began our journey on a trail that I had frequented many times before. It was not long though before I decided to let Jeckel
wonder and see where he took us. First, we came to a little creek that runs through my woods. He drank deeply of the sweet
nectar that a natural spring provides and then went on his way. We strolled along the bank of the creek, watching the water
glide across the rock-strewn bottom. We came to a spot where two rocks were like giant sea turtles lifting their shells above
the water. Apparently smelling something interesting on the other side, Jeckel decided to cross. As the creek was only a
couple of feet wide
Professor Mary Martin
English 111
10/11/2012
A Wonderful Dream?
It was a beautiful day outside that Sunday morning some summers ago; so warm and inviting. There was a nice breeze
blowing which made the leaves dance happily on the trees. Grass waved around in it, this way and that, like the mane of a
galloping stallion. The sky was intoxicatingly hypnotic with a handful of fluffy clouds floating lazily in a pool of blue. The
dewdrops were tiny diamonds, glistening in the sun, on the petals of my roses.
I sat there, at a picnic table in the middle of my yard, languidly sipping on a cup of coffee. I had received a puppy, as a
gift from a friend, a few months before. He was no bigger than a five-pound bag of sugar, with a short brindle coat and long
floppy ears. At that moment he was happily chasing butterflies around the yard. As I sat there watching him, the sun lifted
its head off its hilly pillow and began its slow journey across the sky. I finished my coffee and decided that today would be
the day to take my puppy for his first walk in my woods.
“Jeckel”, I called out to my dog. He came hop running, in that puppy way, and we started on our adventure. We
began our journey on a trail that I had frequented many times before. It was not long though before I decided to let Jeckel
wonder and see where he took us. First, we came to a little creek that runs through my woods. He drank deeply of the sweet
nectar that a natural spring provides and then went on his way. We strolled along the bank of the creek, watching the water
glide across the rock-strewn bottom. We came to a spot where two rocks were like giant sea turtles lifting their shells above
the water. Apparently smelling something interesting on the other side, Jeckel decided to cross. As the creek was only a
couple of feet wide