On Friday afternoon, Bailey Moran came home from school looking unusually sad. That day she was embarrassed in front of the whole class when her teacher discovered that the story she had told was not entirely original. Although she knew that her English teacher was very strict, she had taken the liberty of borrowing some ideas from the Internet. She silently cursed herself for being an imbecile. When her teacher warned her of the serious consequences, she begged her to give her another chance. The coming weekend was a great opportunity for her to come up with a compelling story. His parents were all ready to start their journey. Bailey canceled his plans to accompany his parents to Dallas for the weekend. She had asked them to drop her off at her grandparents' ranch near Waco. He needed a muse to write a story. Instead of letting his humiliating experience linger any longer, he had decided to channel it into inspiration. While traveling from Austin to Waco, he was constantly searching for a burst of creativity. He took some notes on the traffic and vehicles on the highway. The grandparents were excited to see Bailey and her new bunny. He called him Fambi. To protect his Fambi from the Blue Heeler, his grandfather had to put the dog in a crate for the weekend. After exchanging pleasantries, Bailey's parents left. That evening he made no attempt to write anything. She enjoyed talking to her grandparents and went to bed. She got up early on Saturday morning. She took her Fambi outside and gave him some toys to play with. He just sat on the floor, watching her, instead of playing. He felt sad. He understood Fambi's detachment in tackling new places. It was the first time she had brought him here. T......half of the paper......then quickly unrolled its body, quickly crawled looking for a place to hide. His grandparents came running, hearing the sound and terrified to see the handicapped and intimidated snake crawling towards the shoe rack looking for a place to hide. His bestial act terrified the poor rabbit. He lay there with his face bowed, trembling. She took him in her hands, ran her fingers over his tense body to make him feel safe. After seeing his face, he looked a little happy. His grandfather brought his gun and shot the snake's head twice, saying, Don't mess with my children. The fact that the helpless bunny was saved by the snake was hilarious to her. The next day he connected all these events and wrote a story titled A Weekend at the Ranch. When he read it to class, he also received gratifying appreciation from his teacher and classmates.4