Pert-lively and bold
Paucity-scarcity,lack
Rococo-very highly ornamented
Smelt-to melt metal in order to refine it


A young prince lived in a mottled, ivy-covered castle. Today was his birthday, and his father, king of the country, was wasting no time getting the castle decorated. The castle had been polished so that the gray, sandstone blocks that made the castle shone like silver. The castle was so rococo that there was only a inch of castle that you could see beneath all the banners and paper chains decorating the castle. Inside, it looked even more beautiful and merry. There was a pile of brightly wrapped presents in a corner, among them a graceful smelted iron statue still too hot from its melting to be covered. The wooden oak table in the center of the room had, however, a paucity of things on it's surface, unlike the rest of the rococo castle. The king had just given yet another toast to the prince.
" To our pert, young, and stupid prince." he announced, taking a mighty swig of the ale from his gold goblet.
"Father!" protested the prince. "You're being ignominious! More than I've ever seen you!"
"Well, of course I'm ignominious, blockhead. There's a whole 300 nobles here. I've got to be... What was that ignominopinior mean?"
The prince sighed.
"Disgraceful, father,"
"That's it, son. If you don't push yourself, you'll learn what these words mean."
The prince nearly groaned.
"Really father, maybe we should pass out the trenchers to the inpecunious people now."
he said, trying to change the subject.
"No, son, charity for the poor comes later. For now, go into the yard and pull up the turnips. I want to see if you are strong."
This time, the prince did groan.
"Oh well, at least I'll be somewhere else."
He tramped to the door to the vegtable gardens. Once there, he stared up at the frightening palisade looming around the palace.

My Chain Memory

Activity: Write a new blog post. Describe a recent event or topic that reminds you of a memory:

Last week on Friday I went to writing class. It was only my second time at Felicia's [Felicia is our super cool writing teacher.]house. On this occasion, we learned a lot of new words. One of the new words was titan. When I heard the explanation, I instantly remembered what the word meant. Titan was the name of the gods[I'm actually a Christan.]that gave birth to Zeus and his siblings. I had read about this in a book about myths from around the world. [I don't remember what the book is called, so don't ask me.]
That's really what titan had reminded me of. I feel sort of torn about the book [once I start to think about it] because for one thing, it was a really good book, but for another thing, I didn't want to drift away from my faith because I was reading about pagan faiths.