The Visitors

"I think today is the day! Can't you feel it? Today feels special....it's going to happen today, I just know it."

John's older brother rolled over without a response. John wondered why he wasn't excited. Sister Sarah had told them both to be sure and bath and tidy their rooms before going to bed last night. Special visitors were coming. John knew what that meant....people don't just stop in the orphanage unless they are looking for children to adopt.

With one last glance in the mirror, John concluded that he was ready. "Be sure and tuck your shirt in. Sister Sarah always says that a neat appearance makes a good..." "Ya, ya, ya. I know what Sister Sarah says" John's brother interrupted. "How many times do we hear that if we are good, do as we are as told and say our prayers, God will answer. Well I don't believe it anymore!"

John couldn't stand to see his brother so upset. "I'll show him. Today IS going to be magical." John had no idea just how much truth there were to his words.

John raced through his breakfast and climbed the stairs two at a time. He flung open his bedroom door and quickly retrieved his 'special box' that he secretly stores under the old quilts in the back of his closet. He sat down atop the quilts and peered inside, gently pulling the white feather out. He caressed the feather, holding it close to his heart as he pictured that day, not so long ago. He closed his eyes and remembered the walk that he and his mother took through the woods. They had decided to go on a nature hunt, looking for unfound treasures. That was the day that they found the feather, and he heard the story, as only his mother could recite. She told him how the Native American believe that a feather from a white snow owl will bring the one that possesses it their true heart's desire. John couldn't imagine desiring anything more than what he had on that day. He loved his family. He treasured their little house in the woods. He loved being loved. John remembered how when that day ended, and his mom was tucking him in to bed, that they had decided John's feather came from a special owl. They decided his name was Snowy.

"John, wake up, wake up!" His brother was shaking him asking him what he was doing in his closet asleep. "The visitors are waiting to meet us in the kitchen. Sister Sarah says we need to come down right away." John tucked the feather in his pocket as he thought of the dream he was just having. The dream of a white scruffy dog running through a beautiful tree lined yard. "What was his name?" he said aloud to himself.

As they rounded the corner to enter the kitchen and meet the adults awaiting their arrival, they were greeted by a dog. A white scruffy dog with a vigorously wagging tail. "Well, I can see someone wants to meet you" said the friendly visitor. "I would like to introduce you to Snowy."


I decided to go with story as I felt it the story line was more appealing to me as compared to the others. The Skeleton writing exercising spoke of the hears desire which I was able to run with a little more easily. Although the Situation to Plot exercise had a more fun appeal, I was not able to get the Policeman with ten cats to go where I wanted it to, I am hoping another student was able to have fun with it and I can enjoy reading theirs.