I am the big bad wolf, Rock.

Author: Zheng Yuanjie / Country: Mainland China
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: Dear Pipilù: Hello! Recently, something strange happened in my house. That night, just as I had turned off the light to go to sleep, I suddenly saw a dark shadow flicker at the window and jump into the room. When I turned on the light, lo and behold, it was a tiny monster about the size of a thumb. He was wearing a black robe, holding a magic wand, and perched on his shoulder was an owl—looks like a wizard! Before I could even speak, he flew into the little house’s music box. Suddenly, there was a ruckus inside, and a pile of parts flew out. That pesky little imp, he took apart my favorite music box—how dare he!
He stayed in my house for several months and caused me all sorts of trouble. First, he nearly ate up an entire box of snacks. Then, either a book was missing today or a pen was gone tomorrow. Finally, the books were inexplicably turned into blank sheets of paper. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and decided to give him a piece of my mind. But he had already slipped away. I couldn’t help but fume: You little imp, living off my generosity is one thing, but bullying people and then running off like a coward with the "safety first" strategy? I grabbed the music box and threw it to the ground. The music box instantly "crumbled to pieces."
"Ouch! What are you doing? It hurts! I really hate you!" I heard a shrill voice and jumped in surprise. Later, I thought: Maybe I misheard! Besides, it couldn’t possibly be haunted in broad daylight! So I sat back on the bed. But then another voice called out: "Yah! You’re so annoying, sitting on my tail!" I turned around and saw the toy monkey angrily rubbing its tail, which it had sat on. Next, clocks, lamps, toys, and everything else flew all over the room, some even fighting. The room was a complete mess.
Sigh, Pipilù, please help me!
Beijing Fuxue Primary School, Luo Xinyi
Zheng Yuanjie’s Comments: In this essay, my favorite line is "clocks, lamps, toys, and everything else flew all over the room, some even fighting." The idea of clocks, toys, and lamps fighting each other is brilliant. If this essay were written like that, it would be amazing: After turning off the light to sleep that night, I discovered that the lamp and the clock in my room were fighting. The lamp grabbed the clock’s body, and the clock rammed hard into the lamp. I was amazed. Up until then, my lamp and clock had always gotten along. I had even wished my parents would treat each other with as much respect as my lamp and clock. And so the story unfolds.
Don’t write the same way others do—it’s the key to good writing. In one of my works, I wrote: "Use your brain to think of things others haven’t thought of. Use your mouth to say things others haven’t said. Use your legs to walk paths others haven’t walked." This advice applies just as well to writing essays.
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