Personal Narrative: Holling Hoodhood

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I am spying on Holling Hoodhood again. I am Sycorax, a brown and white rat. I love to chew on stuff. Some people say I have a Swedish accent Holling Hoodhood is a boy who let us out of our cage. Holling is reading from a book out loud right now. When I went up to our apartment yesterday I discovered that we have new neighbors. Clowey is a black girl mouse, and Dobby is a brownish boy mouse. Our home is in the attic of the school, it is really nice up there. I am walking up our stairs to our house, you walk into my house there is the kitchen at the front of the house, and he bedroom at the back of the house. I am marred, his name is Caliban; He is Irish. We have a problem. People are trying to catch us, but we are free and we will always be …show more content…
They have all agreed to do this. I am going to till them now.They are playing counterball. You have to eat something that somebody else chooses or go into Holling's classroom onto or under the big desk at the front of the room. I usually eat whatever it is.Wood, cardboard, stuff in the lunchroom garbage's, or tape. Tape is good to eat. When I found them, I told them to come to put my plan in action. They came quickly.We started to make noise on the floor with our feet above the classroom. Pretty soon I saw a head peak up. Clowey got into place along with the rest of us. When Clowey bit, the guy jumped up, and the rest of us jumped up to bite him, also. Then the guy fell onto the floor on top the ladder. Then he yelled something really loud and glared up through the hole. We laughed and laughed at him sprawled on the floor. It was so funny Dobby fell through the hole, Clowey went to stop him from falling she fell through also. While all this was happing, me and Caliban rolled onto the hole in the floor and landed on the persons face with the rest of them. Then we ran for a classroom, Holling was in the classroom with his teacher reading again. They both screamed as we ran on his desk up to our rooms and rested then laughed. Later I said it was in delight of seeing us with our beautiful golden teeth. It turned out much better than the original plan. When we calmed down, we ate supper at my house. After supper we played counterball. Clowey and I where on a team, and Dobby and Caliban were on a team. I didn’t want to eat chalk so I went on top of the big desk at the front of the room. The person sitting in the desk screamed and ran outside I sat on

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