One day for no
apparent reason, a reprehensible Roman soldier came to my house
threateningly telling me to advance to the lion pit. Now, I had been
expecting this, so it was no surprise. “My good fellow,” I
replied. “Allow me to get dressed.” While I was dressing, I
prayed, hoping the ravenous lions would not devour me.
Leading me to the
lion pit was Roman General Maximus. He was an evil soldier who
despised anyone who prayed. Laughing and opening the gate he yelled,
over the crowds' cheers, “Have fun!” I watched him move back up
to his special-people-box. I
prayed to myself, “Lord. Please have mercy.” Then I screamed at
the top of my voice to the Romans. “RELEASE THE LIONS! I HAVE NO
FEAR! I WILL NOT FALTER!”
Before you could say lion, I was standing face-to-face with the savage beast. Surprisingly, it didn't seem ravenous. In fact, it seemed like a lost, hungry puppy. Slowly reaching out my hand I touched the now cute animal. I could hear it softly purring. The Roman crowd started to boo. Ha! This stunned the Romans, as they saw their lion, who had not eaten in weeks, allowing the Praying-man to ride it. I was whom the Romans called the Praying-man. In front of their appalled faces, I proudly rode to my freedom on my lion, Fuzzy. Fuzzy was the only name he would answer to.
And, I lived happily ever after.
Before you could say lion, I was standing face-to-face with the savage beast. Surprisingly, it didn't seem ravenous. In fact, it seemed like a lost, hungry puppy. Slowly reaching out my hand I touched the now cute animal. I could hear it softly purring. The Roman crowd started to boo. Ha! This stunned the Romans, as they saw their lion, who had not eaten in weeks, allowing the Praying-man to ride it. I was whom the Romans called the Praying-man. In front of their appalled faces, I proudly rode to my freedom on my lion, Fuzzy. Fuzzy was the only name he would answer to.
And, I lived happily ever after.
“Oh,
grandfather,” screamed Titus and Lucius, giddy with excitement.
“Tell it again! Tell it again!”
One
day for no apparent reason........
The
End
The more I read your posts, the more I'm drawn to Classical Conversations, IEW, and all that you use.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteIt truly is a fantastic program, and I'm so glad we're involved in it. The thing I appreciate the most is how we do so much with so little. Our IEW curriculum is the same each year, just the topics change (ie US History last year, Ancient History this year, etc). What's great about a repetitive curriculum, is you really can see the growth and development in your children. 2 1/2 years ago, it took Alex and I days to write a paragraph. This paper took all of 20 minutes. He whipped up a first draft in about 10. We revised it together and added some dress-ups. It was painless homeschooling, that's for sure. ;)
If there is a CC campus near you, I'd suggest checking out an open house this spring. It'd be worth a visit.
This comment has nothing to do with your blog post, but it is a good blog post.
ReplyDeleteI signed up for the tough mudder. Any training advice or tips? I'm kinda scared.
Btw, we miss your sweet family at our CC!!!
-Kelly Hatz