There was once a king of Scotland whose name was Robert Bruce. He had need to be both brave and wise, for the times in which he lived were wild and rude. The King of England was at war with him, and had led a great army into Scotland to drive him out of the land. Battle after battle had been fought. Six times had Bruce led his brave little army against his foes; and six times had his men been beaten, and driven into flight. At last his army was scattered, and he was forced to hide himself in the woods and in lonely places among the mountains. One rainy day, Bruce lay on the ground under a rude shed, listening to the patter of the drops on the roof above him. He was tired and sick at heart, and ready to give up all hope. It seemed to him that there was no use for him to try to do anything more. As he lay thinking, he saw a spider over his head, making ready to weave her web. He watched her as she toiled slowly and with great care. Six times she tried to throw her frail thread from one beam to another, and six times it fell short. “Poor thing!” said Bruce: “you, too, know what it is to fail.” But the spider did not lose hope with the sixth failure. With still more care, she made ready to try for the seventh time. Bruce almost forgot his own troubles as he watched her swing herself out upon the slender line. Would she fail again? No! The thread was carried safely to the beam, and fastened there. “I, too, will try a seventh time!” cried Bruce. He arose and called his men together. He told them of his plans, and sent them out with messages of cheer to his disheartened people. Soon there was an army of brave Scotchmen around him. Another battle was fought, and the King of England was glad to go back into his own country.I have heard it said, that, after that day, no one by the name of Bruce would ever hurt a spider. The lesson which the little creature had taught the king was never forgotten. The King  England had a dream in the middle of the night. When he woke up this is what he told his mens. I was in my old house with my family and all of a sudden a man in Chinese traditional clothing tried to sneak into my room through the window. As soon as I saw this I called my parents and they killed him as if they were spies or ninjas or something. A few seconds later another person tried to get in, but it was a young girl. It’s as if they were sent to kill my family. She came in and we attacked her. I started choking her, but then my mom told me it wasn’t necessary to kill her because she was good. Then later we were in a hotel and tons of these ninja-like people were looking for us, and I escaped by walking on the walls and hiding on the ceiling. But later I was found and I was fighting them, when all of a sudden I saw that young girl again. It was wrong to let her go that time. We started fighting and then I can’t remember what happened. The King of England was scared  and went back to sleep. King had a dream he said ¨ where I got onto an elevator. As it went up I just couldn’t seem to catch my breath whatsoever. I don’t know how long I went without breathing, but it felt like an eternity. I panicked and desperately banged on the elevator door to get out and maybe catch my breath. As soon as it opened up, I stepped out as quick as I could, but the nightmare continued and I still couldn’t breathe. I eventually woke up gasping for air. I thought it was just the dream, but I actually wasn’t breathing at all. This is the first time it ever happened to me and I hope it doesn’t happen again. I’ve only had a couple nightmares in my lifetime, and this was definitely one of them¨.


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