02/21/08 Scripture Mastery

I've got to catch up. It seems as though this class keeps a chart... You see, if there's a chart, there's competition. -nods- I must memorize them all...

Room. Room, room, room.... Right.
It's blue. Light blue. A little too light. We still have to put on the glaze, so maybe that'll make it darker. That'd be good.

Traffic cones are sounding good about now...

Anyway, I don't have much to say... As always. Still, I am a bit early... Maybe I'll think of something.

Jimmy was small for a dragon. Then again, he was a grasshopper, so that was understandable. His life was a simple one, and though he liked it, he often grew curious about the roaring creature that came by weekly to cut down the thin green stems of grass. Why did it do it? It seemed like such a silly habit, seeing as it hardly ate it. It just spit it back out again once it was sliced enough. A few times Jimmy had gone over to it, seeing how close he could get before jumping out of its path. For it didn't seem to notice him, and he knew how well it did its job of slicing grass, let alone what it could do to a young grasshopper. It was around that time again, the strange creature coming right on cue. Perhaps he would follow it today. A pleasant task for one so curious. He hopped through the freshly cut grass, watching the human and lawnmower steadily as they went around the lawn, finally going to the side and crossing the borders pass the grass. The lawnmower had stopped roaring, now, but Jimmy was still uncertain. Jimmy had never gone passed the grass before. Slowly, Jimmy hopped into the open, aware of the lack of cover that would keep him safe if an animal thought he would make a good snack. The lawnmower had gone into the cave now. The cave filled with strange sights. The human left the lawnmower, beginning to close the cave. Jimmy hopped quicker, slipping inside before the garage door closed. He looked around in the sudden darkness, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. There it was. The lawnmower. Jimmy crept forward, intent on getting a closer look of the sleeping creature. It did not seem so frightening now. He looked underneath, staring at the large teeth. All of a sudden, chopping grass didn't seem like a difficult job for this strange being. Maybe it enjoyed cutting grass. Or maybe the grass had done something to anger the large beast. Either way, the creature was perfectly capable of handling it, it seemed. He hopped on top of the lawnmower, thinking that it almost looked peaceful when it wasn't doing it's weekly cutting. After a few minutes, his curiosity seemed satisfied, although there was still a matter of getting back home, something he had not been thinking much about when he first set out. He hopped around, looking back and forth, hoping to see a hole or gap that he might leave through. Nothing... But wait! He looked over at the source of the faint light, seeing the thin fabric rustle with a quiet breeze. A window! He went quickly now, hopping on strange metal boxes he did not recognize, finally stopping on the sill of a small square opening. Sighing contently, he jumped out, going around the corner and spotting the welcoming sight of grass on the horizon.