Connor Seddon

5/15/13

Period 4

Photo Essay

(This story is based on my cat Gary)

Once upon a time, In the land of Elk Grovia there was a house on the corner of a street, and in this house lived an orange tabby cat named Garith Von Brockenhurst the Third. Garith was abandoned as a kitten and was taken by a royal family, hence Garith grew up in royalty and riches.

Today was an ordinary day for Garith, soaking up the sun, eating drinking and sleeping his day away. He would always sit in his favorite red chair in the living room, usually next to the owners. Occasionally, his brother, Lawrence of Elk Grovia, would pay him a visit. Sometimes, his visits weren’t friendly. Garith commonly had disputes with his brother Lawrence over who is the true royal cat. They fought for food, territory, and much more in an attempt to be the most favorable to the royal owners. But today was a much different day. His brother didn’t not pay him a visit at all. Garith relished this moment and slept all day. Unfortunately, Garith was to find out that today would be the most challenging day of his life.

Calmly perched on his royal green chair, Garith scanned the whereabouts for any possible threats. “It’s awfully quiet,” Garith pondered to himself. Suddenly, Garith heard a feint clicking sound over the horizon. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before. He had absolutely no clue where this eerie clicking noise was coming from. Still perched on his chair, Garith pondered and pondered until his brain was sore, he just couldn’t figure out what it was! Suddenly, on the ground below him, appeared a menacing evil sight that he had never considered before. An evil red dot was hovering below him on the ground. This dot stared into Garith’s very soul, piercing all his emotions, forcing him to only rely on instinct. Garith pupils enlarged in a burning fiery rage as he carefully stalked the evil dot. The dot continued to pester and mock Garith to the brink of insanity. Garith had enough. He quickly leaped out of his royal throne, slouched into an attacking position, and unsheathed his claws, ready to strike down his menacing opponent. Garith went in for the attack, whipping his claws at the evil dot with all his might! Garith missed his powerful strike. He missed and missed again, swing after swing. The dot started to dash away. Garith sprinted after it with burning consistence and confidence. This time Garith jumped in the air, unsheathed his claws, and with both paws, struck the evil red dot with all his brutal might! Then he heard the mysterious clicking noise again, and how it faded off into the horizon. With his paws still on the red dot, Garith slowly opened his paws. The dot had vanished! Garith had successfully destroyed the evil red dot of doom! Garith’s pupils soon returned to normal, his heart rate slowed down, and his adrenaline rush was gone. With pride and high-self esteem, Garith pranced back to his royal red chair, and quickly sat down in it once again. Gary slowly closed his eyes, knowing that he had been a successful cat, and defended all of Elk Grovia from the little red dot. Garith was now peacefully asleep. Little did he know that the little red dot was in fact not evil at all, but just an illusion cast by the owners themselves, with a laser pointer!