| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum: like it."
"It would not be enough to fill one of my back teeth," remarked the
Tiger. "A bushel of them, hard boiled, might take a little of the
edge off my appetite; but one egg isn't good for anything at all, that
I know of."
"No; it wouldn't even make a sponge cake," said the Scarecrow,
thoughtfully. "The Tin Woodman might carry it with his axe and hatch
it; but after all I may as well keep it myself for a souvenir." So he
left it in his pocket.
They had now reached that part of the valley that lay between the two
high mountains which Dorothy had seen from her tower window. At the
Ozma of Oz |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Road to Oz by L. Frank Baum: turmoil. Inside were suspended many sheets of tin or thin iron, and
against these metal sheets a row of donkeys were pounding their heels
with vicious kicks.
The shaggy man ran up to the nearest donkey and gave the beast a sharp
blow with his switch.
"Stop that noise!" he shouted; and the donkey stopped kicking the
metal sheet and turned its head to look with surprise at the shaggy
man. He switched the next donkey, and made him stop, and then the
next, so that gradually the rattling of heels ceased and the awful
noise subsided. The donkeys stood in a group and eyed the strangers
with fear and trembling.
The Road to Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell: For a brief instant Scarlett saw the long hot days in the cotton
field, felt again the terrible ache in her back, the raw bruised
flesh of her shoulders. All for nothing. The cotton was gone.
"You ain't got much, for a fac', have you, lady?"
"Your army has been here before," she said coolly.
"That's a fac'. We were in this neighborhood in September," said
one of the men, turning something in his hand. "I'd forgot."
Scarlett saw it was Ellen's gold thimble that he held. How often
she had seen it gleaming in and out of Ellen's fancy work. The
sight of it brought back too many hurting memories of the slender
hand which had worn it. There it lay in this stranger's calloused
Gone With the Wind |
