WFFF

7/4/26 I will write even when I am stressed, when I don’t feel like it, when I think life is unfair and terrible. I will write no matter when the voice in my head says hey take a break and do it later. I will write no matter what.

This story is deep and surprising. To me, it’s deep because it’s surprising. Toad rakes all the leaves on Frog’s lawn to surprise him. Frog does the same thing to Toad’s lawn because he wants his friend to be pleasantly surprised. A wind came and blows the leaves back on their lawns. They both planned to rake the leaves on their lawns the next day and were happy thinking that they had made their friend happy.

(1) What I like: the wind blowing the leaves back on their lawns. They both did something nice for their friend but were unaware that it was unsuccessful but they were happy nonetheless.

(2) Why I like it: It’s disappointing but they were both happy. I didn’t expect the author would let the wind ruin a good deed. Surprise! Something disappointing happens, but the characters are happy because they are unaware. The unawareness makes them happy.

(3) Techniques: The disappointment makes it good, gives it depth. A character does something nice to another character and thinks he accomplishes the deed, not knowing that it is unsuccessful. That character is happy nonetheless.

Another technique is do the opposite, a character does bad things but it actually benefits the other characters.

(4) My story: The reason we feel happy is:

-we think we did something kind to another person (the actual result doesn’t matter)

-we think we helped nature

-we think we did something nice that will help ourselves

-we think we did something nice to animals

Once there was a boy who just moved to live with his grandparents in the meadow. Every day his grandpa and grandma made him a delicious lunch for him to bring to school. Everyday his grandparents put in his lunch box his favorite foods including delicious sandwiches, peaches, grapes, plums, blueberries, crackers/cheese, chips, WATERMELON, soups, bananas, carrots, kiwis, strawberries, cucumbers, and sometimes cookies.

However, a big girl bullied him at school every day. He was terrified of her. He thought she looked mean the first time he met her. She was a girl but had the physical strength of a big boy and she was at least five inches taller than him.

“Hey, what do you have in your lunchbox? Let me see.”

The boy thought it was weird at first but he wasn’t about to refuse to do a seemingly harmless request by the big girl. If another kid his size asked him that, he probably would have ignored it. He opened his lunchbox with delicious sandwich cut neatly in half, a plastic container of red sweet and crisp watermelon, along with some cucumber and carrots. The girl’s eyes opened widely as the variety and colors of his lunch touched her eyes.

“Give me your lunchbox.”

“No.”

She pushed him against the wall, elbowed his chest with one arm and used her hand on the other arm to grab his lunchbox from him. She took his sandwich, watermelon and veggie out of his lunchbox and threw it at his feet on the floor. She furrowed her eye brow into an angry scowl and opened her mouth showing her yellow teeth.

“I will beat you up if you tell anyone, little wuss!”

She walked away without turning back. The back of his head hurt because it bumped into the wall. He rubbed it and cried. That afternoon he spent the rest of the school day with an empty stomach.

He had nightmares about the girl almost every night, but he never told anyone including his teacher and grandparents. It continued to happen for many days until one day his grandpa noticed that the plastic container for fruit kept missing from his lunchbox. At first he thought the boy had lost it but no matter how many times he reminded him to keep the container he still lost it.

“Where’s the plastic container, J? Did you misplace it again?”

The boy nodded his head.

“That can’t be right. I remind you everyday and still it’s missing every day. What’s going on, J?”

The boy lowered his eyes, looking at the floor. Grandpa kept on pressing until the boy finally told him the truth.

(“Ah, I know her and her family. Hmmm, I can make guess on why she did that.”

“Why, grandpa?””

The boy followed the girl to her home. When she got home to her small house, she took his food out of her backpack and shared it with her little brother. They sat on a hammock between two big trees and ate while swinging back and forth. The boy was very happy to see his sister home and he devoured his half of the sandwich in a matter of seconds. Then he ate the watermelon.

“This watermelon is so sweet and crisp, Cara.”

“You can eat most of it. Just save me one piece.”

“Why are you looking sad, Cara?”

“I did something bad today. I shouldn’t have done what I did. One day, I’ll apologize to him.”

(make two lunch boxes)

The boy told his grandpa what he saw.

“Hmm, if that’s the case, this is a great opportunity for us to do something nice to her and her little brother.”

“What do you mean, grandpa?”

“We will make them a nice lunch every day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, let’s make their day every day!”

Every day, grandpa made two identical lunches, one for the boy and one for the girl.

(Later the girl apologized and found out that the boy wanted to give her food. Then grandpa adopt the girl and his brother and they went on adventures together.)