George

The Silence Of the Bullies

The hari of the sports tournament had finally arrived, and all of the student teams were preparing to tampil their stuff. The tournament itself is divided into two categories. One is for the team sports, which are football, meja tennis, and cricket, and the other is for the individual sports, which are swimming, pole jumping, and the marathon. Laura was honored to be the captain of the yellow team. As she flexed her muscles, the ring leader of the bullies, who was also the red team's captain, exclaimed, "Well, well, well, we meet again, little sissy! I bet I can beat...

The Beatles were heroes.
Everyone in England talked about their defeat of the Beast of Bodmin Moor for years afterwards, and they were, if possible, even lebih famous than before. The papers wrote up artikel about the Beatles' quest, and there was much interest in the special objects that had helped them. There were still some police officers who thought the Beatles should be arrested for carrying swords about and disturbing England, but there were too many people now who knew about the Beast and knew the Beatles had saved everyone. Besides, the Beatles had berkata in countless interviews what...

The Beatles had everything they needed to defeat the Beast of Bodmin Moor. True, they had no idea how they were going to do that exactly, but they weren't worried. They had a Sword of Truth, a Jar of Green Marmite Yeast Extract, a Titanium Pound Coin, a Jeweled Crown, an Orb of Protection and Benevolence, and their heartrending music. And most importantly, they had each other.
"Should we just wait for the Beast to come and find us?" George wondered. The Beatles were still sitting in the abandoned police station, this time with the Orb on the floor between them, casting its beautiful shield all...

Ringo's eyes slowly fluttered open. He could see green leaves above him, but mostly he could see his mates' concerned faces.
"Ringo?" John asked softly, with lebih concern in his tone than he probably wanted to show. He reached out a hand to help Ringo stand.
With John's help, Ringo got to his feet. He swayed a bit, but found his balance quickly. "I'm all right," he assured them.
Paul's eyes were wide with relief. George was frowning quietly in the background, rubbing his shoulders where the Beast's paws had pinned him. Ringo smiled at them all. He really did feel better with only one object on...

Well, John thought to himself, hadn't Ringo and Paul, and now George, kept saying that they wanted to know lebih about the Beast? And John wouldn't mind knowing lebih himself, really. As long as he wasn't tired, why not do a little light membaca and get to know their adversary?
The book turned out to be written in verse, several poems about mythical creatures. It was a thin volume and he turned easily to the page titled, "King Richard vs. the Beast of Bodmin Moor."

"Of all crusades Kind Richard faced,
The noblest oleh far,
To fight the Beast of Bodmin Moor,
And here his weapons are..."

And so it went;...

Ringo held the ruined crown in his hands, looking down at the tarnished metal. He could almost feel a sadness seeping into him from the object - along with a certain hopefulness. The Crown needed to be fixed, and Ringo was its last chance.
Ringo turned to his mates, who were watching him anxiously. "If this is the Jeweled Crown," he said, "then... it seems the Beast has taken the jewels out. It can't be a proper Jeweled Crown until we put them back."
"But we haven't got any jewels," Paul pointed out.
"And the Beast has probably taken the ones it had," added George.
"Besides," John said, "it's also...

The easiest way for the Beatles to get to the Bristol Museum and Art Gallery was to follow the policemen. Not wanting to be seen, the boys always waited until the policemen had turned a corner before venturing out after them. The policemen walked at a fast pace, but years of being chased oleh fan meant that the Beatles had no trouble keeping up.
The Museum, when they got to it, was in bad shape. The windows had been smashed in, and the walls were covered in what seemed to be deep scratch marks, making Ringo's legs tingle uncomfortably. acak scraps of things were littered outside, as though...

John set his jaw stubbornly. "I'm not going."
"What makes anda think he's the one anda should be arrestin'?" George demanded, wrinkling his nose as though he smelled something bad.
"You can't do that!" cried Paul. "We can't sit in jail; we've got to find Ringo and stop the Beast and..."
The policeman held up a hand to stop Paul, looking as though all this was just tiresome. "Tell it to the men at the station. We've all had quite enough of your stories about beasts taking over England!" He reached out and grabbed John oleh the arm. "I'm taking anda in. And let's have that sword." He held out his other...