Sunday, October 13, 2019
Creative Story: If At First You Dont Succeed :: essays research papers
 Creative Story: If At First You Don't Succeed      "Eureka!" Sam excitedly exclaimed. "I've done it! I'm set for life and  my happiness is assured. With this new invention I'll be honored for my  brilliance, and I might even win the nobel prize!" he chirped ecstatically.    Sam was a chicken, the great great great grandson of the Not-So-Great  Chixken Little, who, in case the reader is ignorant, was the chick who thought  the sky was falling and got everyone eaten by a crafty old fox [SIC]. Sam was a  well built chicken, quite muscular in fact, and extremely inventive, but,  unfortunately, he had no brains when it came to reality. His motto was: " If at  first you don't succeed, try, try again," and he would never give up even if  there was no way he could win. To this very day he still has an annual football  game against a childhood friend, Bono, who is a prize winning, full grown bull.  (In case the reader hasn't discovered it, after every game, Sam has a visit to  the hospital where he is an infamous character, continually joked about by the  nurses and doctors who work there.)    ***  "You may see Mr. Monty now, sir," the secretary informed Sam.  He nervously eyed the door in front of him. The big, bold lettering  stated:    MR. JP MONTY  EXECUTIVE PRESIDENT    Doubts about his ability to make a good impression entered his mind,  but Sam immediatly gathered himself together, glanced back at the sheep  secretary, and entered the room. THe stately pig sat behind a magnificently  carved oak desk in the most luxurious office Sam had ever seen.  A plush oriental rug covered the floor from wall to wall, and paintings,  pictures, and diplomas adorned the brightly colored walls. Extremely expensive  ornaments were conspicuously displayed, spreading a DO-Not-Touch atmosphere  around the room. But the room was nothing compared to the pig  lounged in the sleek, black, leather chair. He was not fat, he was immense, he  had one of those stomachs that literally hung over his waistband. His four chins  wiggled like Jell-O as he turned his chubby head to face Sam.  "Yeees," Mr. JP Monty stated suggestively.  " Sir, this is your lucky day! I am the esteemed architect of the  greatest invention of all time, and I have picked you, to invest in it. This  will certainly earn you enormous profits ince the public gets ahold of my  wonderful creation. What do you say sir? Are you with me or not? I know that if  you decide to endorse my idea, then you will be greatly rewarded in the future,    					    
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