Snapshots of Bucephalus

 

Bucephalus is know as the greatest war horse to have ever lived.Bucephalus was known as Alexander the Great's horse. At the age of twelve,Alexander had owned the mighty horse.Many think that the beast was untammable, wild, and useless. The story of Bucephalus goes baack to the day he was brought to the king of Macedonia. He was sent by another foriegn king to try and tame this wild reckless animal.

One day the king of Macedonia was offered a gift from a friend of his that lived in a foriegn land. It was a jet-black stallion, wild and relentless. Little did the king know, waas that this stallion would soon change his royal family. Soon the king had organized a day for men to try and tame the beast. Bucephalus was hearded into a small corral surrounded by towns people and the royal family. All had failure of this task given to the willing men.

After watching men fall and be broken by the beautiful creature, Alexander stepped in. His father tried to stop him but instead made a deal with him. His deal was that if Alexander could ride the horse, he could keep him, otherwise, the horse would be destroyed. Realizing the horse's promblem, Alexander was succesful. He turned the horse towards the sun, seeing the horse was afraid of his own shadow. He told the horse he had the heart of a lion, the swiftness of an eagle, and the courage of a bear. The great horse let Alexander upon his back and away the rode off. The bond between the two shown through many battles and will never be forgotten.

Being an Outsider

   In the novel Of Mice and Men, there's a paricular character who goes by the name of Crooks. Crooks is an African-american that works at the ranch as a stable-hand. Crooks is not at all bad, he's just got an issue, his crooked back. Crooks is treated different because of both his crooked back and his most of all, his black skin tone. I for one can understand what its like to be treated differently because of skine tone.
   When I was a little girl, I was made fun of for my skin tone. Unlike many people, I have a tan skin tone that's darker than everyone else that is white. From that, I am always asked if I am mixed or Mexican, which I'm not. It was pretty tough for me, for example, I didn't make friends easily. Though I was little, it still hurts in a way to think of myself as being different. Then after spending time on my grandparents' horse ranch away from people, I came to realize to embrace my tan skin tone.
    Today though, I have found people that love me for who I am. They don't care that I'm different from everyone else. I am very proud of who I am inside and out. For those who don't know me very well, the outside is just the cover of the book. Just like an old saying, "Never judge a book by its cover". I have learned that you need to open a book to find out what's really happening. To those who say that you can''t fit in, just be yourself, odds are you will find people who will except you. Like me, I have found many that love my hyper and crazy, silly self and except that in me.