THE WITCH NEXT DOOR

EPISODE 22

Previously:-

“The glory of the forest was revealed in the birthstone-bright light. Almond-brown trees stood serenely, awash with a tender glow. Their bark looked like riffled toast and gems of amber clasped their crusty exterior. The first blush of the morn gave the leafy boher a green-going-to-gold complexion.

Idling past suede-soft flohers, I caressed he softly, getting tingles in my fingers. My ears perked up at the metallic, tinkling sound of a stream. It flashed with a tinsel tint through the lace of leaves. When the trees parted, I could see it was sliding into an infinity-pool. The pool looked like a polished mirror of silver, with skeins of swirl-white twisting slowly on the surface. A shiny spillway led to a choppier pond. Boulders colonized the edges of the pond, buffed with pillows of moss. They caused a rocky gurgling as water met stone; a swish, a clunk, a shell and a clop. Sheet fragrances, alluvial and palliative, seemed to flit in and out of my awareness. Sight and smell vied for attention in this soul-enriching dream world.

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After that steven thought that this much is enough for the forest he also has to go to the Elena’s house ,so he left for the elena’s house and just gone towards his house .but when he arrived to the elena’s house he cannot dare to go inside the house so he just step back come to his home .

after some time cole calls him and said that,

lets make a plan for a trip

steven “ good idea lets do it”

we go to museum and then zoo and many other place”

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Museums have been increasingly turning to social media to connect with new audiences, maintain open lines of communication with returning audiences, and to post updates on museum events. Blogs allow museums to make a deeper connection with readers by giving them space to write longer posts about objects and events, focusing in on museum-specific topics, allowing behind-the-scenes access to collections and programs, and impacting the profession by being a forum for other professionals to read and comment on new practices and ideas. But how can a museum start, and more importantly, maintain a blog? That is the question this project set out to answer.

A museum is an institution that cares for a collection of artifacts and other objects of artistic, cultural, historical, or scientific importance. Many public museums make these items available for public viewing through exhibits that may be permanent or temporary.[1] The largest museums are located in major cities throughout the world, while thousands of local museums exist in smaller cities, towns, and rural areas. Museums have varying aims, ranging from the conservation and documentation of their collection, serving researchers and specialists to catering to the general public. The goal of serving researchers is not only scientific, but intended to serve the general public.

A visit to a museum is interesting as well as educative. We can understand a lot about the history and culture of a country, its industry, arts, fashions, etc. by visiting a museum. Last Sunday, I along with some of my intimate friends, went to a museum in Delhi. We bought tickets and entered the museum. The bug building was divided into a number of sections. On entering the building, we saw separate sections containing many idols of Hindu gods. They looked life-like and impressive. Then we found ourselves in a hall decorated with rare pictures and paintings. We then moved to the history section. We saw certain objects belonging to various periods of history. We then went to a big room full of ancient weapons and amours, like heavy swords, lances, and shields. We saw bows, arrows, guns, spears, statues, idols, manuscripts, etc. In another section, we saw Kashmiri shawls, Amritsari shawls, Amritsari carpets, Peshawari embroidered turbans and rugs, and many other specimens from different parts of India. The art gallery impressed us the most. It had beautiful paintings of fruits, flowers, and natural landscapes. We also saw beautiful ivory work, coins and jewelry kept in showcases in another section. Then we came to a section that displayed rare manuscripts. My eyes rested on a manuscript said to belong to the Gupta period of Indian History. A gold coin coined during Vikramaditya’s reign drew out attention. In this way, a visit to a museum provided us with a rich feast of ideas. It left a deep imprint on my mind. Museums are the repositories of antique items. They are, in reality, great historical, anthropological, and archaeological monuments that tell us about the ancient world, how it developed over the centuries and how human beings and animals lived in the past and so many other things like ancient art, crafts, etc.

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Last week, I went to visit the local branch of the national museum which is situated in the heart of my town.

I went into the section of extinct species. Prominently among them were placed the models and charts of various kinds of dinosaurs. Possibilities of the extinction of the dinosaurs were presented in charts and through diagrams. I saw a piece of the rock that had been brought from the moon by Neil Armstrong. I also saw coins of the past dynasties. Some of them were made of gold, others of silver, and still others of copper and nickel.

I also saw several ancient household goods and utensils such as cups, plates, saucers, cauldrons, spoons, ladles, griddles, toy models of animals such as cows, buffaloes, goats, oxen, horses, cats, dogs, rats, etc.

Some clay models of birds such as parrots, sparrows, pigeons, eagles, hawks, vultures, crows, etc. were also there.

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The most interesting ones were the models of human beings. Among them, there were toys of men, women, boys, girls, infants in mothers, arms, etc. The men and women wore dresses of different fashions and kinds. All the models and toys belonged to different places and periods. It was explained by guides and the curator and was also written on several charts and explanatory sheets of paper. A Trip to the Capital It was dark after we left the surface to go into the underground concrete tunnel lined with dim orange lights which were placed about every ten feet. We were in and out of tunnels, stopping at each Metro station. The furthest station from Washington DC, towards Annapolis, Maryland, called New Carrollton, was run down with garbage on the floor and dirt and stains on the wall. Our final stop was at the slightly better run station called Smithsonian Metro Station. The people who accompanied me on the trip were my sisters, Megan and Brittney, my aunt, Sondra, and my cousins, Becky, Nick, and Kate. Not only did we visit the District of Columbia, but we saw the surrounding areas of Arlington, Virginia and Annapolis, Maryland.…

That was the only thing she really wanted to see because she was and still is really interested in that event in history. When we arrived at the large, tan building with three large openings labeled, “h*******t Museum,” we saw a line that wrapped around the right side of the building that was full of people who were excited to get in, but irritated because they had been waiting for hours and not even guaranteed tickets. We reached the back to run into a woman wearing a black lanyard with a museum identification card. She was yelling to the crowd asking if anyone was in the military or a military spouse. Lucky for us, my cousin Becky is a military spouse. All she had to do was pull out her United States Air Force Reserve ID card to prove who she was. Unfortunately, she could only get three tickets so we broke up into

On our way back to the vehicle from Arlington National Cemetery, two Metro Police officers were standing by the gold colored car in the row next to us. We saw the car on are way into the cemetery, but didn’t notice the dog.

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