![]() The ownership of land is an odd thing when you come to think of it. And anyway, for the people, there was another reason to leave the wood to itself: it belonged to the Fosters, the owners of the touch-me-not cottage, and was therefore private property in spite of the fact that it lay outside the fence and was perfectly accessible. But for the most part the people followed the road around the wood because that was the way it led. Whether the people felt that way about the wood or not is difficult to say. This, at least, is what the cows must have thought: "Let it keep its peace we won't disturb it." But the wood had a sleeping, otherworld appearance that made you want to speak in whispers. The house was so proud of itself that you wanted to make a lot of noise as you passed, and maybe even throw a rock or two. If the look of the first house suggested that you'd better pass it by, so did the look of the wood, but for quite a different reason. There was something strange about the wood. The first house only is important the first house, the road, and the wood. But the village doesn't matter, except for the jailhouse and the gallows. On the left stood the first house, a square and solid cottage with a touch-me-not appearance, surrounded by grass cut painfully to the quick and enclosed by a capable iron fence some four feet high which clearly said, "Move on-we don't want you here." So the road went humbly by and made its way, past cottages more and more frequent but less and less forbidding, into the village. And all at once the sun was uncomfortably hot, the dust oppressive, and the meager grass along its edges somewhat ragged and forlorn. It became, instead, and rather abruptly, the property of people. On the other side of the wood, the sense of easiness dissolved. But on reaching the shadows of the first trees, it veered sharply, swung out in a wide arc as if, for the first time, it had reason to think where it was going, and passed around. And then it went on again and came at last to the wood. It widened and seemed to pause, suggesting tranquil bovine picnics: slow chewing and thoughtful contemplation of the infinite. It wandered along in curves and easy angles, swayed off and up in a pleasant tangent to the top of a small hill, ambled down again between fringes of bee-hung clover, and then cut sidewise across a meadow. Use this list to write a persuasive essay to Winnie on whether she should drink from the spring or not.The road that led to Treegap had been trod out long before by a herd of cows who were, to say the least, relaxed. Make a list of Pros and Cons for living forever. Use the web to research the fountain of youth. Our personalities as well as our physical self changes.ĭo you want to grow up? If you could stay young forever would you want to? We will use Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt to discuss change.Īs we grow up we change. ![]() If you had the chance to live forever would you take it? This novel leads it's reader to look deeper into their hopes and dreams and ponder the possibility of eternal life. ![]() It is a novel filled with descriptive imagery and sensitive humor. Tuck Everlasting was written by Natalie Babbit. Winnie faces many decisions such as running away and if she can keep a secret that if told could change life for everyone in Treegap and beyond. A young child Winnie Foster and the Tuck family are brought together by a spring of water that gives eternal life.
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