How I Met Rip Van Winkle Today, I am going to describe to you the very day I met Rip Van Winkle. Yes, I know what you are thinking, that Rip Van Winkle is a fictional children 's story character, and that is not possible! Let me just tell you my story, and prove you wrong.
As I was walking out of class on a rainy Thursday afternoon, I stumbled upon a man. This man was dressed quite peculiarly, as if he time traveled here from 200 years ago. He was lying against a curb with a rusted, old gun beside him. He suddenly began to stir, and slowly, the man awoke.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “What is your name?” I asked again. The man sluggishly and deliriously nodded his head in my direction, and began to mumble out a few words.
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I have been asleep for 200 years.” Rip mumbled. Astonished, I did not know how to respond. He must be on drugs, I thought to myself. That was the only logical explanation. “I remember helping a man carry his keg, and he let me have a few sips in return, and that is all.” Rip exclaimed. “My wife! My dog! Where are they?” (Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle: Summary and Analysis.) Panic began to arise again in the poor man. I kneeled and put my hand on his shoulder in comfort, and told him that he needed to calm down. I then proceeded to tell him that a man who has slept for 200 years has probably developed a very strong appetite, and that we should probably get him something to eat. With hesitation, he …show more content…
Who cares about weight gain! A little bit of fat doesn’t bother me.” Rip interjected with. I knew I had to gather more information.
McElhaney 4
I continued to drive down Lancaster Rd, but, I began to describe to Rip the different fast food options, in hopes he would chose one he would like to eat at. I glanced over at Rip to see him staring in glory at the golden yellow and red arches of McDonald’s. He asked me what food they served, and I proceeded to describe to him the wonderful salty fries, the juicy burgers, and how their sodas have the perfect sugar to soda water ratio. We pulled into the parking lot, but, instead of going in, I pulled up another article on my phone, this time, describing the dangers of the golden arches.
The article I chose describes how a man by the name of Morgan Spurlock ate only McDonald’s for 30 days (How Bad is McDonald’s Food?).
“Amazing! I would love to eat that for 30 days. I bet it was so quick, easy, and yummy.” Rip exclaimed, not realizing the dangers of these actions.
“No! Not so fast.” I quickly
As I was walking out of class on a rainy Thursday afternoon, I stumbled upon a man. This man was dressed quite peculiarly, as if he time traveled here from 200 years ago. He was lying against a curb with a rusted, old gun beside him. He suddenly began to stir, and slowly, the man awoke.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “What is your name?” I asked again. The man sluggishly and deliriously nodded his head in my direction, and began to mumble out a few words.
“Rip... Van... …show more content…
I have been asleep for 200 years.” Rip mumbled. Astonished, I did not know how to respond. He must be on drugs, I thought to myself. That was the only logical explanation. “I remember helping a man carry his keg, and he let me have a few sips in return, and that is all.” Rip exclaimed. “My wife! My dog! Where are they?” (Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle: Summary and Analysis.) Panic began to arise again in the poor man. I kneeled and put my hand on his shoulder in comfort, and told him that he needed to calm down. I then proceeded to tell him that a man who has slept for 200 years has probably developed a very strong appetite, and that we should probably get him something to eat. With hesitation, he …show more content…
Who cares about weight gain! A little bit of fat doesn’t bother me.” Rip interjected with. I knew I had to gather more information.
McElhaney 4
I continued to drive down Lancaster Rd, but, I began to describe to Rip the different fast food options, in hopes he would chose one he would like to eat at. I glanced over at Rip to see him staring in glory at the golden yellow and red arches of McDonald’s. He asked me what food they served, and I proceeded to describe to him the wonderful salty fries, the juicy burgers, and how their sodas have the perfect sugar to soda water ratio. We pulled into the parking lot, but, instead of going in, I pulled up another article on my phone, this time, describing the dangers of the golden arches.
The article I chose describes how a man by the name of Morgan Spurlock ate only McDonald’s for 30 days (How Bad is McDonald’s Food?).
“Amazing! I would love to eat that for 30 days. I bet it was so quick, easy, and yummy.” Rip exclaimed, not realizing the dangers of these actions.
“No! Not so fast.” I quickly