Im choosing to make my folktale from Babe the Blue Ox, Im going to retell the story in first person and give it an amazing twist!
Slim the Green Deer
By Stephanie
The tree’s stay still as I hear the wind blowing, a cold breeze causes a shiver to my spine. I try to walk quickly to keep warmer but the snow is so deep in the woods that it takes me several hours to march through it. As I continue to march I see something strolling through the snow, I pick up my feet and race to it. My heart beats faster and faster, I feel as if it’s going to pop out of my chest and finally I catch up. As I look down I see a baby deer looking up at me, it looks so precious. Its skin is as green as the grass, he shiver’s as he struggles to move through the massive amounts of snow.
I picked up the deer and wrapped tightly underneath my winter coat, for I could not bear to see its tiny body shiver any longer. I continue to march home as quickly as possible, I realize I’m almost out of the woods and close to home as I see the smoke from my chimney hit the deep sky. I can smell the wood burning from here it becomes my motivation to walk even faster. As I walk through the door I don’t even take off my boots. My hands are so cold that I can’t even feel them, they’ve turned to a dead greenish color from the frostbite. I hurry to take my gloves off and run towards the fireplace. As I begin to set my hands by the red, hot sizzling fire the baby deer pops out of my coat. He runs toward the door trying to escape, luckily the wind is so fierce that it blows the door shut in the nick of time.
I bring the deer back to the fireplace, we both lay near the fire. The fire is so strong that I feel it scorching on my back, it feels so good. Finally the green skin turns to a nice warm yellow color from the warmth, we both fall asleep. As time goes on I feed the deer, he eats as many times a day as I do. I feed him carrots, plants and meat. He scarf’s it down like he’s never seen food before. Each and every day I give him more and more, however he doesn’t seem to gain any weight. I decide to name him Slim.
Slim and I spend each day together, he walks besides me through the woods as I bring the logs back home to sell them. As time passes I begin to worry, Slim is so skinny that I can see his ribs through his skin I worry that something might be wrong. The problem is I don’t have enough time to stop because it’s getting dark out and I need to bring the logs back to sell them so that I can continue to feed us. While the moon comes up Slim is nowhere to be found. “Slim” “Slim” I yell, hoping to find him. Still no sign of him, I begin to walk around the woods and look for him. As I come behind this huge grey, icy rock I see a big brown bear. He turns and looks at me, his eyes red and fierce, then he runs away. I walk towards where he was, I see something tiny and yellow lying on the snow. My heart stops. “Slim” I begin to cry, “why did you leave my side”. Slim doesn’t move I pick him up gently. Red blood gushes from his neck, I panic hoping he’ll make it I take him back home. As I lay him down his eyes look so gentle. I hurry to get a towel and wrap him, but when I come back his eyes are closed. I shake him, “Slim” I yell. He doesn’t move and his eyes remain closed. I hold him close, tears began to drip down my face for he is gone. I get up and grab my gun and two bullets, then I run to the woods. The wind blows stronger than ever and there before me stands the big brown bear. I point the gun at his chest “roar” I don’t flinch nothing frightens me now that Slim is gone. He comes closer, “bam” I shoot him, "thump" he falls to the ground, then I stand above him, my eyes fierce, I shoot him one more time. He’s dead now but my heart still hurts, I go home and burry slim in the hole next to my house. As I begin to cover him goosebumps cover my entire body the feeling is indescribable. “Goodbye Slim, I’ll miss you.”
Slim the Green Deer
By Stephanie
The tree’s stay still as I hear the wind blowing, a cold breeze causes a shiver to my spine. I try to walk quickly to keep warmer but the snow is so deep in the woods that it takes me several hours to march through it. As I continue to march I see something strolling through the snow, I pick up my feet and race to it. My heart beats faster and faster, I feel as if it’s going to pop out of my chest and finally I catch up. As I look down I see a baby deer looking up at me, it looks so precious. Its skin is as green as the grass, he shiver’s as he struggles to move through the massive amounts of snow.
I picked up the deer and wrapped tightly underneath my winter coat, for I could not bear to see its tiny body shiver any longer. I continue to march home as quickly as possible, I realize I’m almost out of the woods and close to home as I see the smoke from my chimney hit the deep sky. I can smell the wood burning from here it becomes my motivation to walk even faster. As I walk through the door I don’t even take off my boots. My hands are so cold that I can’t even feel them, they’ve turned to a dead greenish color from the frostbite. I hurry to take my gloves off and run towards the fireplace. As I begin to set my hands by the red, hot sizzling fire the baby deer pops out of my coat. He runs toward the door trying to escape, luckily the wind is so fierce that it blows the door shut in the nick of time.
I bring the deer back to the fireplace, we both lay near the fire. The fire is so strong that I feel it scorching on my back, it feels so good. Finally the green skin turns to a nice warm yellow color from the warmth, we both fall asleep. As time goes on I feed the deer, he eats as many times a day as I do. I feed him carrots, plants and meat. He scarf’s it down like he’s never seen food before. Each and every day I give him more and more, however he doesn’t seem to gain any weight. I decide to name him Slim.
Slim and I spend each day together, he walks besides me through the woods as I bring the logs back home to sell them. As time passes I begin to worry, Slim is so skinny that I can see his ribs through his skin I worry that something might be wrong. The problem is I don’t have enough time to stop because it’s getting dark out and I need to bring the logs back to sell them so that I can continue to feed us. While the moon comes up Slim is nowhere to be found. “Slim” “Slim” I yell, hoping to find him. Still no sign of him, I begin to walk around the woods and look for him. As I come behind this huge grey, icy rock I see a big brown bear. He turns and looks at me, his eyes red and fierce, then he runs away. I walk towards where he was, I see something tiny and yellow lying on the snow. My heart stops. “Slim” I begin to cry, “why did you leave my side”. Slim doesn’t move I pick him up gently. Red blood gushes from his neck, I panic hoping he’ll make it I take him back home. As I lay him down his eyes look so gentle. I hurry to get a towel and wrap him, but when I come back his eyes are closed. I shake him, “Slim” I yell. He doesn’t move and his eyes remain closed. I hold him close, tears began to drip down my face for he is gone. I get up and grab my gun and two bullets, then I run to the woods. The wind blows stronger than ever and there before me stands the big brown bear. I point the gun at his chest “roar” I don’t flinch nothing frightens me now that Slim is gone. He comes closer, “bam” I shoot him, "thump" he falls to the ground, then I stand above him, my eyes fierce, I shoot him one more time. He’s dead now but my heart still hurts, I go home and burry slim in the hole next to my house. As I begin to cover him goosebumps cover my entire body the feeling is indescribable. “Goodbye Slim, I’ll miss you.”
