Jase

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One usual foggy night in the bayou of Louisiana just minding his own business was big Tom Sans. Mr.Sans was a grumpy old man who lived by himself and never married. All he ever did was hunt,hunt,and hunt. He wasn’t a person to believe in legend or superstition until one frightful night. It was late November. Mr. Sans was angry because there weren’t any crawfish in his traps so he was hungry. Mr.Sans was just sitting on his porch when he heard branches breaking out in the distance. He said,"Looks like I’ve found dinner.” He grabbed his 12 gauge shotgun and walked off into the direction of the noise. All of the sudden Mr. Sans heard a fearsome roar. In his mind he was saying,”What in the name of God was that?” His knees were shaking and the hair on the back of his neck was standing up. He heard another roar.

Mr. Sans yelled, “I ain’t afraid of you, whatever you are.” His stomach started hurting from fear. And just in the blink of an eye two big fiery red eyes heading straight for him. Mr. Sans fired his gun at the creature. It did nothing. He reloaded and shot again. The creature just kept coming like it was bulletproof. He ran. He ran as hard and fast as he could. Finally he reached his cabin. He slammed the door but it did nothing. The creature split the door in half. He got a clear view of the creature, a huge hairy horrifying beast. He yelled and asked God for mercy.

To this day, all you’ll find of Mr. Sans is his 12 gauge shotgun. And if you go out into the Louisiana bayou, make sure you look over your shoulder. And if you hear breaking branches, RUN, because it may be the creature known as the ”Rougarou.”

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Graceful hawk in wind, gliding swiftly through the air,

hawk noble watchmen.

Bio Poem

Jase

The name's origin is Greek and it means healer. Son of Jason and Kristie. I am named this because it's my father's name also. I love football, baseball, hunting, shooting skeet and fishing. I don't need anything. I give advice and encouragement. I fear sharks and disapproval. I would like to see Africa. I am a resident of Alabama.

Ode To Baseball Oh Baseball, you're one of the best sports there is. You bring joy and entertainment. You help me get in shape by running and swinging. You make new friends and help see old ones. You are fun to play and you bring out a competitive spirit. You give somone the chance to make a triumphant play. Oh Baseball you are my friend.