Personal Narrative: Groundhog's Day
“Yes!” I shout. I just woke up from hibernation, which can only mean one thing: Groundhog’s Day! I grin from ear to ear at the thought of finally seeing my shadow.
I can hardly contain my excitement as I munch and crunch on my flower and bark salad. My father always told me that I, Punxsutawney Phil, will be honored by tens of thousands of people on this special day, but he never said that it would come so quickly!
I slowly close my eyes and imagine the moment I’d been waiting for. A crowd will cheer as I emerge from my burrow; their cheers will reverberate throughout the area while I breathe in the cool morning air. As a gentle breeze rustles my fur, I feel electrified, so I take a few short steps away from my home. Finally, my eyes lower to the ground, and I …show more content…
shriek with joy at the sight of my shadow. My eyes open to the inside of my burrow instead of a shadow, but reality doesn’t discourage me at all.
Knowing that my lifelong dream will finally come true fills me with determination… and a sudden craving for apples.
As I eat the sweet fruit, I remember the suit I had made for this occasion. After all, I do want to look dignified for my adoring fans.
Scurrying over to my dusty wardrobe, I realize that I don’t have a mirror! My fans will abhor me without one! If I can’t fix my slovenly appearance, I won’t look special enough to be the official groundhog!
Trying not to panic, I draw a picture of myself in the dirt. Not to toot my own horn or anything, I must admit that I looked quite fetching. In the image, I’m depicted as a fairly tall, lean groundhog with beady eyes. My fur looked softer than silk, and my claws were as sharp as a set of knives. I’m sure that my lips are curled into the same buck-toothed expression as the one I drew. Even though the image isn’t a mirror, I’m sure that it’ll suffice.
Completely calmed down, I slip on the tailcoat and place the matching hat on my round head. According to the picture of me in the dirt, I was as cute as a button. My fans will love the new look for
sure!
When it’s finally time to leave my burrow on February 2, I walk to the entrance, say a silent prayer, and hope I can see my wonderful shadow.
I can hardly contain my excitement as I munch and crunch on my flower and bark salad. My father always told me that I, Punxsutawney Phil, will be honored by tens of thousands of people on this special day, but he never said that it would come so quickly!
I slowly close my eyes and imagine the moment I’d been waiting for. A crowd will cheer as I emerge from my burrow; their cheers will reverberate throughout the area while I breathe in the cool morning air. As a gentle breeze rustles my fur, I feel electrified, so I take a few short steps away from my home. Finally, my eyes lower to the ground, and I …show more content…
shriek with joy at the sight of my shadow. My eyes open to the inside of my burrow instead of a shadow, but reality doesn’t discourage me at all.
Knowing that my lifelong dream will finally come true fills me with determination… and a sudden craving for apples.
As I eat the sweet fruit, I remember the suit I had made for this occasion. After all, I do want to look dignified for my adoring fans.
Scurrying over to my dusty wardrobe, I realize that I don’t have a mirror! My fans will abhor me without one! If I can’t fix my slovenly appearance, I won’t look special enough to be the official groundhog!
Trying not to panic, I draw a picture of myself in the dirt. Not to toot my own horn or anything, I must admit that I looked quite fetching. In the image, I’m depicted as a fairly tall, lean groundhog with beady eyes. My fur looked softer than silk, and my claws were as sharp as a set of knives. I’m sure that my lips are curled into the same buck-toothed expression as the one I drew. Even though the image isn’t a mirror, I’m sure that it’ll suffice.
Completely calmed down, I slip on the tailcoat and place the matching hat on my round head. According to the picture of me in the dirt, I was as cute as a button. My fans will love the new look for
sure!
When it’s finally time to leave my burrow on February 2, I walk to the entrance, say a silent prayer, and hope I can see my wonderful shadow.