Welcome to the blog for Prof. John Talbird's English 221 class. The purpose of this site is two-fold: 1) to continue the conversations we start in class (or to start conversations BEFORE we get to class) and 2) to practice our writing/reading on a weekly basis in an informal forum.

Monday, March 7, 2016

The Boy and The Bear


The first paragraph, the author described “the boy woke in the forest, covered in snow, and blinked at the nickel- sized flurries falling on his face.” The author used to personify way the bear and the boy. The author explained how the young bear looked natural forest. The young bear met other a large black bear had its snout near the young bear’s face, and didn’t move. The young bear was afraid.
The second paragraph, the young bear couldn’t remember how long he had been asleep, hibernating. When the young bear entered the forest months ago, it was not winter. The young bear little by little adjust his life in the mountains. He had run his village until he was lost among the pines and small earthen dens that pockmarked the hard packed ground.” He went out his real world by himself.

The third paragraph, the author described past from the present. The young bear thought about his parents. He was a pet, like a dog. His parents had him their home, after he grew up, they couldn’t control this bear, and they let him out of the house. They would not feel safe with the bear living in the house. his older brother had roared forth from their front door four years before and pawed through the village before being shot near the church. And his brother continued toward the thick wood leaving a trails of blood and disappeared into the summer foliage

The last, the boy missed the village. He recollected his childhood when he was in village life with his parents and his neighborhood life. The author described present. He learned how to survive himself in real world without his parents. “The boy and the bear stood nose to nose, their breath suspended like mist between them. The bear’s right ear was half missing and his right eye had the rheumy blue glaze of an old man’s cataract. The bear licked the boy’s face and then turned to walk along the bank of the river.” He met one of real parents, and in time he thought of the village no more.              

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