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It was a lovely spring morning with snow still on the ground and birds in the trees. None of this was noticed by Robbie Clayton however. Robbie was 12; he was an average height for his age. He had green eyes with hair as brown as an oak tree. He loved plants. He spent much time in the family garden. He had a very green thumb. He thought back to the time when he had once been planting some seeds. His mother had come in and chuckled slightly, “What?” asked Robbie. His mother had smiled “Those are bird seeds.” His mother had said. “I know,” Charlie responded “I am going to plant a bird tree.” His mother had laughed; so had his father and Charlie. But they encouraged him to try. They stopped laughing however, when next week, there was a little bright colored shrub growing right were the seeds had been. Charlie chuckled; right now however, he had to get back to his brother Charlie. Charlie was 14 and very skilled in their families “art”. You see, their entire family is made up of magicians. Their mom and dad were away in Florida on a business retreat. Robbie had missed them at first, but had really been enjoying his time with Charlie. Right now Robbie was heading home to show Charlie that he had finally figured out how to use his powers. He had been at the park, and on sudden instinct he snapped his fingers. Nothing happened. I don’t just mean nothing special; I mean nothing at all, not even sound. Robbie looked down at the ground and did it again. Then again and again and again. He did it over and over then slowly he began to notice a small shrub starting to sprout at his feet. This was what he had waited for all his life. It was a sign of what type of magician he would be. He couldn’t wait to get back to his brother and tell him he was an arbolist. His brother was a skilled pyrotonic. Robbie ran down the road barely even remembering to turn onto his street. By the time he got to his house he was over flowing with excitement. He knew Charlie would be proud. As soon as he got home he ran inside and shouted for Charlie. He waited but no one answered. The he heard people talking in Charlie’s room. He ran to the door, but stopped feeling a sudden urgent need for stealth. He put his head against the door crack and watched. He saw Charlie talking to a man in black. Charlie was five foot eleven, and had dark red hair. He was wearing his favorite brown leather jacket that went down to his heels. The other man was wearing a black jacket that resembled Charlie’s and a pair of dark sunglasses. Robbie listened closer to hear what they were saying. The man started talking “you know why I have come”. “I would never join you, I would sooner die” said Charlie. “You would waste your life, but would you waste your brothers?” “You can’t bring my brother into this. You know the rules as well as I do. You can’t bring a mortal into the affairs of magicians... “Unless they make themselves a willing part. Yes I know. But I also know that your brother isn’t a mortal, is he?” the man questioned. “He is until he has his powers.” Charlie countered. “Don’t kid with me, you can tell as well as I can that he has learned the art of plant manipulation.” The man stated. “But he’s just a child…” “He is age twelve which is all he has to be to be accounted in a magician affair.” Flames seemed to light in Charlie’s eyes. “You shall not pursue him” said Charlie. The man smiled “I won’t have to.” He waved his hand slightly and the door opened. It was so sudden that Robbie fell in to the room. He quickly ran over to Charlie. He thought his brother must be very brave to stand up to this man who seemed to radiate death. Robbie could tell right away that the man was practiced in necromancy, the art of the dead.
Charlie Chaplin’s most popular character the Tramp steps into “Modern Times.” Where both sound and color fill the air, but being the only character without a voice. The Tramp causes trouble with his slap stick humor and also flirting with the girls. He becomes the hero and saves the day in tribute to Charlie Chaplin’s the Tramp or the Little Tramp and also known as the Lonely Fellow.
It was a lovely spring morning with snow still on the ground and birds in the trees. None of this was noticed by Robbie Clayton however. Robbie was 12; he was an average height for his age. He had green eyes with hair as brown as an oak tree. He loved plants. He spent much time in the family garden. He had a very green thumb. He thought back to the time when he had once been planting some seeds. His mother had come in and chuckled slightly, “What?” asked Robbie. His mother had smiled “Those are bird seeds.” His mother had said. “I know,” Charlie responded “I am going to plant a bird tree.” His mother had laughed; so had his father and Charlie. But they encouraged him to try. They stopped laughing however, when next week, there was a little bright colored shrub growing right were the seeds had been. Charlie chuckled; right now however, he had to get back to his brother Charlie. Charlie was 14 and very skilled in their families “art”. You see, their entire family is made up of magicians. Their mom and dad were away in Florida on a business retreat. Robbie had missed them at first, but had really been enjoying his time with Charlie. Right now Robbie was heading home to show Charlie that he had finally figured out how to use his powers. He had been at the park, and on sudden instinct he snapped his fingers. Nothing happened. I don’t just mean nothing special; I mean nothing at all, not even sound. Robbie looked down at the ground and did it again. Then again and again and again. He did it over and over then slowly he began to notice a small shrub starting to sprout at his feet. This was what he had waited for all his life. It was a sign of what type of magician he would be. He couldn’t wait to get back to his brother and tell him he was an arbolist. His brother was a skilled pyrotonic. Robbie ran down the road barely even remembering to turn onto his street. By the time he got to his house he was over flowing with excitement. He knew Charlie would be proud. As soon as he got home he ran inside and shouted for Charlie. He waited but no one answered. The he heard people talking in Charlie’s room. He ran to the door, but stopped feeling a sudden urgent need for stealth. He put his head against the door crack and watched. He saw Charlie talking to a man in black. Charlie was five foot eleven, and had dark red hair. He was wearing his favorite brown leather jacket that went down to his heels. The other man was wearing a black jacket that resembled Charlie’s and a pair of dark sunglasses. Robbie listened closer to hear what they were saying. The man started talking “you know why I have come”. “I would never join you, I would sooner die” said Charlie. “You would waste your life, but would you waste your brothers?” “You can’t bring my brother into this. You know the rules as well as I do. You can’t bring a mortal into the affairs of magicians... “Unless they make themselves a willing part. Yes I know. But I also know that your brother isn’t a mortal, is he?” the man questioned. “He is until he has his powers.” Charlie countered. “Don’t kid with me, you can tell as well as I can that he has learned the art of plant manipulation.” The man stated. “But he’s just a child…” “He is age twelve which is all he has to be to be accounted in a magician affair.” Flames seemed to light in Charlie’s eyes. “You shall not pursue him” said Charlie. The man smiled “I won’t have to.” He waved his hand slightly and the door opened. It was so sudden that Robbie fell in to the room. He quickly ran over to Charlie. He thought his brother must be very brave to stand up to this man who seemed to radiate death. Robbie could tell right away that the man was practiced in necromancy, the art of the dead.
Charlie Chaplin’s most popular character the Tramp steps into “Modern Times.” Where both sound and color fill the air, but being the only character without a voice. The Tramp causes trouble with his slap stick humor and also flirting with the girls. He becomes the hero and saves the day in tribute to Charlie Chaplin’s the Tramp or the Little Tramp and also known as the Lonely Fellow.