Hey doods,

Today I'm going to be talking about what i would transform on earth if i could. If i could change or transform anything, it would be terrorism. People that attack weaker people and get them to do things they don't want by using force, or the same people attacking a city because of what they believe. Its not right and i think that ISIS and Al-Qaeda should be stopped. They think that if they can kill innocent people and attack cities that they can become their own nation. They say that their religion influences what they do, but if thats the way they interpret their religion then i think they are not celebrating it correctly.

Dear Yoncé and friends, today we gonna be talking about courage, and someone i find to be very courageous.

I think that Jesus was a very courageous person. From birth he was special, but to not react horribly to all the atrocities bestowed upon him, and to forgive and forget takes a very courageous person. He was constantly hated on and dismissed because of the fact that he was special in a time with not many open-minded people. To do what he was sent to do, and to not give up after seeing what he was up against shows his persistence, bravery, loyalty etc. that he consisted of. I think all of those qualities tie into courage. I think he's a person that everyone can look up to and strive to be like. If people thought like he did, i think that this world could be a war free, happy place and everyone would get along. Although not growing up wealthy or the son of a king (at least a king on earth) Jesus had to start from the bottom and work his way as a carpenter and good person, that eventually bestowed knowledge on lots of people. Christianity although being tied to lots of bloodshed throughout history, is a religion that he started and celebrated. It led to lots of changed lives in the middle east and has spread throughout the world.





Super duper sincerely, Wells

Dear buzzing bees, today i will be writing about the point from the view of a horse during the civil war.

Dearest Robert, its hot and moist and I'm hungry and tired. You ride me all day and barely let me sleep, i don't enjoy the hours, and i could do without the gunshots and artillery constantly ringing in my ears. I don't care that we conquered pickets charge, oh wait we didn't. Whats the point of this war anyway oh Robert? I dream of rolling in hay and eating apples as red as roses. The saddles are scratchy and my hooves are in pain, oh Robert why do i do it? Is it because i yearn for the day where i can go back and see Jezebel. Where we can retire in the barn i was promised. Oh Jezebel my Jezebel i yearn to run along your side and graze with our foals. But until the war is over i have a duty. A duty that binds me to the same treatment as those who the north are fighting for. Just another cog in the machine, trying to make it home in one piece. Oh Robert, Oh Jezebel, Oh Abe, Oh Jeff, Oh War, Oh Pride, why? Why do we do it? The fighting, the mistreatment. One day, one day.

Love,

Traveler