news paper 5

The unspoken news paper
Admin
11/18/2012

intro


1.Agriculture (done by admin)
2. Poem (done by admin)
3. story (done by skierunner)


Today I guess I will be talking about the different animals, and where they came from.

1.the first cow I will talk about is Brangus.
The Brangus breed was developed to the superior traits of Angus and Brahman cattle. Their genetics are stabilized at 3/8 Brahman and 5/8 Angus


2.Longhorn.
did you know that the longhorn did not come from the Texas? it came of spain


Quarter Horse: is named for its ability to run the quarter mile very quickly.

Thoroughbred: is well known for being the world’s supreme racehorse. Originating in England, no other horse breed can run as far and as fast as the thoroughbred.

Arabian: its origins are shrouded in mystery but the one thing everyone agrees to is that the Arabian is the oldest and purest horse breed in the world.

Morgan: With his gentle disposition and eagerness to perform any task, the true ancestry of this impressive and wonderful horse really doesn’t matter.

Appaloosa: is one of the most recognizable horse breeds on Earth. With a unique spotted coat, the Appaloosa is considered one of the few breeds of horses with an intimate relationship with the American Indian.


Secretariat: June 9, 1973 ~ Belmont Stakes ~1 ½ mile ~ Belmont Park His victory, by one of the widest margins in the history of the American turf - 31 lengths ahead of his nearest challenger and in a world record time for the 1 1/2 miles distance - 2 minutes 24, remains one of the most memorable in sports history.

Man O’ War:
His lifetime record was 21 starts with 20 wins and a second place and he retired as the leading money winner in America at the time. He set 8 records, 3 world records, 2 American records, and 3 track records and broke most by several seconds. He carried as much as 138 pounds, conceding as much as 30 pounds to his rivals and still beat them by large margins

Seabiscuit: By the end of 1938, Seabiscuit had won 33 races, set 16 track records and equaled another. He was
literally worth his weight in gold, having earned
a world record $437,730, nearly 60 times his purchase
price


Trigger: A palomino horse made famous in American Western Movies with his owner/rider Roy Rodgers.

Mr. Ed: A comedy that featured a talking horse.

Eclipse: A decendant of the Godolohin Arabian who won 18 races in 18 starts

The godolphin Arabian: Considered to be one of the three founding horses of modern thoroughbred broodstock.





I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom...
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you,
you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?



I sighed setting down the box I was carrying in the entry way. I looked up and at my new house. Smiling I turned to the open door to walk out and grab another box. A delivery man in a dark blue uniform and funny hat rushed by me setting down the box quickly. He seemed to run back to the truck to grab another arm full.
Rolling my eye and slowly walk bak down my curvy side walk to the white truck. The man unloading the boxes handed me a small, surprisingly light package. It was tan like all the others but had string wrapped around it like ribbon on a christmas present. Tuck under the poorly mad bow was a little white card.
I looked at it curiously and started to walk down the walk to the front door when i ran into some one. Looking up I found my self starring at my father.
“Hey dad,” I said brushing past him hoping he didn’t notice the card. Something made me want to hide it. Maybe I just wanted it to be my secret?
“What do have there kiddo?” He asked placing a hand on my shoulder. I reluctantly held out the box for him to see. “I don’t remember wrapping up anything like this,” He said.
He took the white card from under the bow. I wanted to reach out and snatch the white envelope form his hands but the package in my arms stopped me. I watch him handle and open the little envelope and found my self bitting the in side of my lip.
I quickly stopped and waited for what my father had to say. Or, read more likely. He took out a small note on some off white paper. He seemed to reread it a few times before he spoke up.
“Well, what is it and who is it from?” I asked trying to stand on my tip toes to read the note in his hands.
“It’s from, my sister your aunt, Margret,” He said putting the card back under the bow. “We’re almost done so just put this back and go help your mother with lunch,” He turned and walked off to the white truck.
I nodded and walked back up the sidewalk and into the house. The first think I did was go though the set up living room. Down the short hall to the family room. The couch was there and nothing else. I walked up the stairs and past two rooms to the the door at the end of the hall. This was my room.
I opened the door and walked in. The walls were an assortment of different colors ranging from blue to a soft yellow.
I set the package down on the floor and knelt over it. I pushed the strands of brown hair the hung in my eyes. Carefully I pulled out the envelope and took out a note witch read:
To: Vanessa. Only you can open it. Do your best and take care.
Your loving aunt, Margaret.
I sat back and read it over again. It doesn't make sense! I thought. I just doesn't. I guess she wanted it to be a surprise? I pushed the odd thought away and took the package setting it on my lap.
I tore open at the tan paper and what did I find in side? A picture. I couldn’t tell if it was taken with a camera or drawn. It looked to fake yet, to real. I studied the picture.
It was in a forest with a stream or small river running through from the front ground to the back ground. Then vanished behind a turn covered with green trees. The left side of the river was a pebbly bank made of small rocks. The rocks ran along the edge until the dirt and from the dirt trees and undergrowth grew.
I ran my hand over the picture. the glass was smooth but when lay a finger on it it was like a still liquid. The glass rippled like water. I pushed the picture off my lap and backed up.
What? Glass doesn't ripple? I thought to stunned to say the words. “It’s.... It’s not normal!” That I said out loud. But my thoughts were interrupted when a voice came to my ear.
“Vanessa! Come down hear, lunch is ready you can check your room out and change later!” I sighed an stood up dusting my self off before heading out of my room to the stairs.
Change? Oh right, I have to go to my sisters stupid show. My sister and I were very different. If I had to chose between living in the city an middle of now where. I would choose the city, she would choose the middle of no where.
She loved the country and more then that, riding. Sometimes I think she loves riding horses more then her boy friend. I didn’t understand this odd obsession that she had. How could she not be into the latest fashion or what the Holly Wood celebrities were up to.
But nope, in her world none of that mattered. Only her boyfriend and that silly little horse Sadie. As a seventeen year only girl she should have been all over actors. Nope, her pathetic boy friend whole loves horses as much as she.
She competes in the stupid shows. Mom and dad make me go. My father, loves them. He things it’s great that she ‘Follows her dream’ or something like that. My mother is like me on the subject. What is the point?
Stephanie is always complaining how only her boy friend and other riders understand what she feels. I don’t care. I want to be the city girl I was raised to be. Into fashion, and the celebrities and such. Fawning over hot boys in my grade with all my friends and struggling to make sure no reputations stick to me.
I sighed and walked down the stairs. Another stupid competition on another afternoon. I actually had to miss going to the beach with my best friend and a cute boy! Really? Was it that important. Apparently. Apparently my life wasn’t as important has her stupid dream.
But I’m over dramatizing this. So I walked down the hall and into the cool kitchen. Seated at the table was my father reading from the new paper. My mother was just sitting down. I sat my self down across from her and looked at my plate. A grilled cheese sand witch. Well, at least it was something good.
“Did you ever figure out what was in the package?” It took me a second to realize what he was talking about.
I swallowed and nodded quickly half choking on the bread. “Yeah,” I said once I had cleared my throat with some coughing and a sip of water. “I was some old, fancy picture.”
“Oh that great we’ll hang it when we get back!” My mom said happily before I could say any more. I took it as a sign of it was my turn to just eat and listen so i did just that. I ate my sandwich and listened as my parents talked about work, economy and such.