The Woodsman is a sturdy protector of the forest. The Woodsman is an axe swinging, helper of the forest. I can prove this by the beasts the Woodsman has killed, and the parts of the forest he has helped. The Woodsman has strong attributes, such as: he is a stocky, bearded man who cares for the children who pass through the forest.
The Woodsman is one with the woods. He is much like the Woodsman from Little Red Riding Hood. He is a bulky, green eyed man who runs faster than wolves. The Woodsman carries an axe with him at all times for protection of the forest, himself and others. He acts as David’s teacher, for example when he gives him a sword and tells David to protect himself (43).
The Woodsman is mysterious because you don’t know his name, his age or where he came from. The only thing you know is his appearance and his personality.
The Woodsman is David’s protector throughout the whole story, even after they separate. The Woodsman always stays true to his word and never gives up a fight for good. The Woodsman acts as a father figure to David. He’s a teacher but also a learner, listening to what David says and learning about his life. This is why David feels the tremendous loss for his mentor: “ he called out to David. “Go now, and go quickly. I will hold them off for as long as I can. When you get to the other side, cut the ropes. Do you hear me? Cut the ropes!” (95).
Throughout the story, the Woodsman proves that he is David’s protector and that he cares for others. The Woodsman is important to the story because he adds mystery, excitement and sense of security. Even though the Woodsman is mysterious, we learn much about him through his connection with David. It is this connection that makes the Woodsman important to the story.
He spotted a ﬁgure at the side of the road with his thumb out. It was not a good night for hitchhiking. He must have been quite desperate to get where he was going. The doctor signaled and pulled over. ‘Where are you going?’ asked the doctor.
“I’m going to my aunt Jemima’s. That’s north”. The hitchhiker climbed in. He was young and had wild red hair and a thick beard.
‘Awful night, eh?” said the doctor.
‘Yes. Yes, it is.’
They drove on in silence for a short while. The BBC radio phone-in blaring out from the car’s speakers ﬁlled in for conversation. They listened to the radio and their own thoughts as they moved on.
The doctor tapped the steering wheel nervously. The hitchhiker stared at him in his scrubs and lab coat. His own parka and t-shirt looked scruffy
The radio show carried on as they drove. The hitchhiker shifted in his seat and stared out the windscreen.
‘Is there music we could listen to? It calms me down.’
The doctor said nothing.
Suddenly there was a news bulletin on the radio.
‘We are getting reports that a patient has escaped from a nearby psychiatric institution. The man is said to be psychopathic and has a history of murder.’
The hitchhiker jabbed a finger on the button on the radio panel. Tinny pop music blurted out from the speakers. The doctor stared at his passenger, his question unasked.
‘I hate the news.’ answered the hitchhiker. ‘It’s depressing.
They drove on. The rain pounded on the car.
‘What do you do for a living?’ asked the doctor.
The hitchhiker was quiet for a moment.
‘I’m a writer.’
‘Have you had anything published?’
‘No. I’m an undiscovered artist.’
‘What are you working on?’
‘I’m writing a novel. It’s about a serial killer.’
The doctor didn’t speak. He flicked the radio station back on.
They drove on through the storm down the snaking lanes.
An hour later. The storm still raging. The hitchhiker looked out the window.
Another news bulletin came over the radio.
‘We’re getting more information on the patient. His name is Simon Hughes. He escaped earlier this evening. He is extremely dangerous and completely unpredictable. He made his escape by changing from his hospital issued uniform into a doctor’s uniform and pretending to be one of the medical staff. He stole a car and drove off.’
The hitchhiker turned to the doctor.
‘What did you say your name was?’
‘ I never said my name.’
Panicked, the hitchhiker glanced down at the doctor’s feet and noticed something he hadn’t before.
A crumpled patient’s robe, and a knife.
Shuuush shuush …. it is 60-cm-snow ski day in the Whistler backcountry. It’s a beautiful morning with many ravens flying in the sky. No tracks on the fluffy snow. The last helicopter to go up was full of people who haven’t met before.
The helicopter was loading one by one till there was one spot left. It took about five minutes for the last passenger to arrive. The last spot was for a young man from the States. When he showed up, he had top quality gear. To all the other passengers, he looked like a pro.
The helicopter took off with a soft lift. The takeoff was so soft that the passengers didn’t even realize that they had left the ground. Not long after the take off the man from the States started a conversation with one of the passengers. The passenger’s name was Chris Berly, a regular at the Whistler Heli Company. They talked about where they were from and the places they have skied. They talked for a while, gaining each other’s trust or, at least thinking, they gained each others trust. When they landed everyone got off besides Chris Berly. He saw something, something he had never seen before. He found a gold goggle wipe, with big letters on it spelling Vail (Vail, Colorado). Chris started to come out of the helicopter to show the others, but before he could get one foot on the ground he was stopped. He was stopped by the man from the States. He told Chris to hand it over or there would be a problem. He handed it over and headed on to the group.
The group skied for a few hours. They hit drops and got gnarly! One of the last runs down, the guide told the group that something had happened at the cabin. A MURDER… Suddenly the group went from wanting to ski, to feeling sick in the stomach. None of them could even think about hitting each other with poles; so for them, to murder someone, they would have to be insane.
The group skied down to the cabin in shock, wondering who had committed this awful crime. When they arrived, people started to ask questions. Everyone was contributing in asking questions… everyone besides the man from the States. He tried to stay away from this drama. The American walked into the cabin and saw the body, but there was something that caught his eye… A letter with the last name Berly.
A thin layer of frost covered all surfaces as far as my eyes could see. It was June, which meant this was the beginning of the first winter in a thousand of years.
One day in Tomahawkville, Max, a son of a poor family, woke up and walked outside. In Max’s family, he had a father, Mike Porter, a mother, Sara Porter and a brother, George Porter. It was colder than he was used to. There was a dust of snow on the ground and all the windows were frosted.
A detective was heading into the woods. One hour of searching through the woods and the detective found something. The detective found a small First Nations village. The village had tepees, fires, a log hut, and some people. The people had fur (probably bear fur) on as clothes, bows and arrows and spears. The detective ran back to the farm. When he arrived back, he couldn’t speak. He was out of breath. So, he waited to be able to speak again. When he was able to, he told the farmer about the village. After the talk about the village, the farmer called the police. It took the policeman about an hour to come. When the policeman came, the detective told him about the village. The detective showed the policeman where the village was, then told him to arrest the villagers.
When the policeman heard that he was in shock, the policeman took a moment to consider everything. He didn’t know what to arrest them for as all the sheep were cleaned up as if they had never been there. So, instead of arresting them, he would scare them away. That night, they went to the village with air horns and used them until the villagers ran away.
After that day, the farm never had sheep with arrows in them again.
Furball cried and tried to bite Matt when Matt picked Furball up and ran off with him. Furball was so scared because he was not with Maria. When Matt stole furball, he was so silent no one knew he was there.
Furball was a small, fluffy brown dog, which was the world to Maria. Furball was so special to Maria because she had lost her Mom and she couldn’t bear the thought of losing Furball too.
When Matt picked up Furball he didn’t realize the harm he was going to cause Maria.
Induction Scenes I and II
In the induction, we meet a drunk beggar named Christopher Sly, who is arguing with the Hostess of an Alehouse over glassware he has broken in his drunken state. Sly leaves but soon passes out, where he is discovered by a lord returning from the hunt. This lord decides to have a bout of fun and orders his servants to take Sly back to his house and treat him as if he were the lord: put him to bed, place rings on his fingers and prepare a banquet for him. The confusion that follows not only provides excellent comedy, but also introduces important topics in the play: the roles of class, gender, and marital status (normally set in stone) in the play become matters of appearance and perception.