Many legends have been told of frightening black mbwa that hunt deserted roads, gloomy castles, even town houses. But the black dog of Hanging Hills is gentle and friendly, a splendid companion with whom to spend an afternoon-and is deadlier than all the rest. If wewe ever meet him, you'll know him kwa two peculiar features: One, he leaves no footprints. Two, he seems to bark occasionally, but never makes a sound. When wewe see him the first time, he brings wewe joy. He follows wewe wherever wewe go, wags his tail, waits for wewe if wewe stop along the way. The sekunde time wewe meet him is a time of sorrow for you. But, if wewe see him twice, don't go back to Hanging Hills. Because the third time wewe see the black dog, wewe die. W.H.C. Pynchon told part of the story almost a century ago. A geologist, he was visiting Meriden, Conneticut, because he wanted to see unusual rock formations he herd about. When he first saw the black dog, it was standing on a high boulder and looking down at him, wagging its tail. When Pynchon continued on his way, the dog ran alongside. When the geologist stopped at an inn for lunch, the dog waited outside for him. They spent the afternoon together, and it wasn't until dusk that the dog took off into the woods. Pynchon didn't go back to Hanging Hills for a number of years. When he did it was February. He went with another geologist, who knew the area fairly well. In fact, his friend had told Pynchon that he had seen the peculiar little dog twice before on his visits. The inayofuata day, the two men began climbing the mountain called West Peak. They chose to squeeze through a gap between two cliffs. It was a particularly dark space that turned out to be rather icy. As they neared the juu of the mountain, they looked up and saw the black dog high on the rocks, wagging its tail and barking-without making a sound. Delighted to see him, they continued their ascent, looking mbele to greeting the dog when they got to the top. Then, unbelievably, Pynchon's friend Lost his footing on the ice, and before Pynchon could come to his rescue, smashed down the cliff, crashing violently against the rocks below. It was the third time Pynchon's friend had seen the dog. And the sekunde time for Pynchon, who had experienced great sorrow at the loss of his friend. Later, Pynchon was told the story of the black dog kwa local people, and wrote about his experienced after that. In view of this knowledge, it is difficult to understand why he went back to West Peak to retrace the steps he had taken with his friend. But perhaps you've already figured out what happened. Pynchon's broken body was found approximately the same spot that his friend's body had been found a couple of years before. Did he see the black dog? We'll never know for sure. But others have since reported seeing the dog. Pynchon was not the last climber to die on West Peak. The most hivi karibuni victim died there in 1972 on Thanksgiving Day. How many times do wewe think the climber had been there before?
We were having an English class today and decided to write a poem. Please, don't mind our spelling mistakes. :)
Eva fell from the cloudy sky
Adam was frightened when she fell on him
Vancouver is a big city
Eva doesn't know what Vancouver is
Strings are broken
Damn, my guitar, gitaa doesn't work anymore
Rain forest isn't spelt with W
Omg, Oprah is calling me
Pepper on my eyes
I'll kill myself for that
Now, do wewe remember Adam and Eve
Grass is growing well
FCE Complete
Eva fell from the cloudy sky
Adam was frightened when she fell on him
Vancouver is a big city
Eva doesn't know what Vancouver is
Strings are broken
Damn, my guitar, gitaa doesn't work anymore
Rain forest isn't spelt with W
Omg, Oprah is calling me
Pepper on my eyes
I'll kill myself for that
Now, do wewe remember Adam and Eve
Grass is growing well
FCE Complete