There are two main classifications of animals in farmville: Livestock which can be obtained at the Market for coins or Farmville cash, and Lost Animals which will show up on your farm from time to time. The advantage of animal crops is that they do not rot like plant ones. When an animal is ready to be harvested, it will patiently wait for you to log in once more and harvest it. They are very simple to handle. Therefore it is a unproblematic means of getting money.

Livestock

Right now the livestock which you may procure at the Market are rather limited. Pigs, white sheep and dairy cows are the current animal choices available at the Market. During special occasions and holidays, new animals will come out for a selected time. Green cows titled BOV1NE-09 which is presently calledAlien Cow showed in the Market for 2400 coins during the “Alien Invasion”. Green cows provide a crop called “milktonium” which sells for 18 coins. American Thanksgiving brought the “Baby Turkey”–when harvested for the first time, it will change into a full-grown, adult Turkey. The adult Turkey can then be harvested for feathers every 2 days at 80 coins a harvest. Your friends can send you other interesting livestock as free gifts and the standbys are available there as well.

You can see that the animals do not have the same harvest times. Some animals can be harvested once a day, others require 3 or even 4 days to “ripen”.

Lost Animals

You need to keep an eye on your friends’ status updates in order to see if they have come across any “lost animals”. the lost animals will periodically show up on your farm and ask for your help. An example would be the Wild Turkey, which was released as a new “lost animal” by the creators of Farmville during the American Thanksgiving holiday.

She will show up on your farm with the following caption:

(Your name) discovered this frightened bird in Farmville. This time of year is tough for her and her kind. Hopefully she can find comfort and safety on a friendly farm…

Here is a list of some of the other “lost animals” in Farmville:

*Ugly Duckling (which can be transformed into a swan)

*Brown Cow (produces chocolate milk)

*Pink Cow (gives strawberry milk )

*Black Cat (produces yarn)

*Turtle (gives eggs)

*Black Sheep (produces chocolate wool)

*Regular cows may appear on your farm as a lost animal. They are available through the Market and can be given as a free item by your neighbors as well.

the lost animals cannot be adopted by you. What you can do is put them up for adoption. If you have more than one Facebook account, this is the right time to use it!

Put your animal up for adoption, then log out. Log in on your other account and quickly get the animal before someone else does! So remember what I said before, regularly look at your friends’ status updates so that you can adopt their lost animals.

If you’re obtaining a large number of cows and/or chickens, think about buying a Dairy Barn or a Chicken Coop.

These buildings provide a suitable way to keep the animals, and harvesting them all at once. A Dairy Barn or a Chicken Coop can hold 20 cows or chickens.

You can acquire a Mystery Egg when you buy a Chicken Coop. Check out Farmville Buildings to learn more.

For a review of a great Farmville strategy guide, check out Farmville Secrets Review.

You should be careful to avoid some of your improper posing habits if you are keen to make your model portfolios shoot great. The first and primary thing in this area is an improper body language. Your body language and expressions are developed over a period of time and they might have become your habit and part of nature. Hence, there may be some asymmetry in what you project and what the photographer wants. You should look natural in your pose. So you should not feel tense and should not hold your breath. Stay relaxed and natural. If so, your photo will look you were in that way when the photographer walked by your place.

Another thing you should avoid while posing for your model portfolios shoot is you should not keep your limbs and body deliberately stiff. In a natural and relaxed mood the body will not be stiff. Let your arms, legs, head etc. bend in the natural way to get the relaxed and informal look. Another aspect you should bear in mind is to avoid that evergreen, ever-ready smile before a photo shoot. You can have different facial expressions in tune with the pose and themes you convey. You could be serious, simple, funny, laughing, or in any manner it expresses your naturalness in the pose. The photographer could be your guide in these matters. Your attention and eye-focus need not be direct to the camera. Let there be variety in the snaps where you look at. When you cut your eyes to the left or right, you create an air of mystery. But if you look up and away, you will look annoyed. To get that sexy look, tilt your chin slightly down and look straight.

There are a few more things you should avoid while posing for your model portfolios shoot. Avoid paying attention to the snap and rather have the feel of your expression and body language. Do not stick to some stereotype poses and themes. Better try new ones. Apply your thought and imagination and grasp new essentials. Visualize new themes and ideas. Avoid judging your accomplishment by looking in the snaps. Don’t overestimate or underestimate your looks in the snaps. Rather, try to find any defects and the areas of improvement. Work upon for improvement. Avoid being confined to your region only. Keep abreast of the nature of modeling and posing that are the latest in development in the modeling field in the international scene. Keep your senses open to absorb and assimilate any new ideas that may come from any quarter through any media.

Markbgn is a professional author who has written many articles on various topics & this time writing article on model portfolios, modeling portfolios, Preteen Models, acting, singing, free online portfolios, fashion and entertainment industry.

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“The Mishap!”

(A story that takes place in the summer of 1965,

Told in the fall of 1978 by Otis Wilde Mather and the Author)

Part Two/Chapter Two
Of Two

When the shadow of Cantina’s blouse appeared though the window of Shannon’s second floor apartment, reflecting in the wall mirror-the curtains pulled back and tied to their sides, it was between five and six o’clock and then I was, and I saw Shannon was checking out his gold watch. It was his Grandfather’s (so he told everyone), and cherished it as if it was part of his Grandfather’s tomb or crypt, he had been waiting for his daughter (Catherine O’Day; nicknamed, Cantina).

“I give it to you Cantina,” he told her-she, now standing in his apartment, “not that you need to remember what time it is of the day, but that you might remember me, now and then, when you got a free moment, after I’m gone, instead of trying to change the world. And I think we all think we can at one time or another, or would like to. And to our dismay, we only find out how much of a pretense or illusion we live in, our so called philosophers and some clergy and most of our politicians, how they’ve force-fed us garbage all these years. The dead haunt the earth you know, and the living got to live with the dead.”

I was leaning against the small television set, in back of the kitchen wall; he had his television on that there small kitchen table, where he watched it. I don’t rightly think common folk try to outright listen to another’s conversation, not deliberately that is, but it was obvious, and he was listening to his watch tick, and he didn’t have to be obvious for too long, and he gave it to her, and as you’d expect, that life long unbroken line of the golden watch-which went from Grandfather to grandson, to daughter, with the light-sun rays reflecting its polished gold, became her family jewels for her to hand down to whomever, somewhere down the line.

It all seems to me, most always those-near, unexpected, idle habits you acquire-one on top of the other-that they are the ones that cause the most itching, and that you most likely will regret somewhere along the line. It is what wears a man down, a father that is-likened to Christ crucified, by and by, it wasn’t the cross that got to him I do believe, that killed him so quick, nope, it was those beatings he done took, Yessum, they done beat the life out of him, little by little, day by day. And so as soon as I heard Cantina say it, I began to wonder how long it would take to wear Shannon down to near nothin’.

“Father,” she said. And I saw she was starting to sweat. And I was thinking, ‘All right, get to it, and say it-girl. Go on and stop thinkin’ ’bout sayin’ it and jest say it.’ And she said it, “I’m Pregnant!” Thinking it might have been a thousand other things, but not that, not at fifteen-years old anyhow.

The voice that gave her life was stunned.

“Mother thinks I committed incest with you!” was the second whopper of the evening, I done heard.

“Your mother can be cunning, and composed, both at the same time, she wants to know who did it so she blames me so you say, no…it’s, whoever it is,” said Shannon.

“Mother said, ‘let your father have it!”‘ Cantina exclaimed.

Shannon stood in the middle of the window looking down on Wabasha Street, fixing his collar, her shiny rosy cheeks had a little stream of water on them, each connecting to each other at her chin. He wiped them dry with the cuff of his white shirt.

“You cutting out of school next year?” he asked.

“If I don’t have to, I wont!” she replied. “Do you want to know who it is?” she asked her father.

He looked at his watch, the gold watch she was now holding. “In one minute, it will have a chime; it was manufactured in August of 1910. I didn’t know it was that old until I had a clock smith check it out. Incidentally, I know who it is, it’s that Bolton Bmes, right?” He didn’t look up at her; he was still looking at the watch, his mouth shapeless. She put the watch into her purse, and I quietly sat down on one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen.

Shannon moved about, as I listened through the open doorway in the kitchen. The door to the hallway was open, and he walked towards it.

“Bolton’s parents sent him to California, I think until this matter is settled, and they went with him,” said Cantina.

Shannon went out into the hallway. The door closed. I could hear him walking down the stairs. I moved to the side, and saw him through the kitchen window-drew back the curtains. I reckon I done told myself at that moment, if the boy wants to be a slut, let him be. But I think she felt ashamed to have to tell her paw she was no longer a virgin. Men, dont think of it that way I know, but somewhere along the line, we invented virginity, and its value attached to it. And I didn’t know what to do or say, and she was in a state of which only her paw could make heads or tails out of it. And I said to myself back then: why couldn’t it have been something else. Why didn’t she have better sense, and I called the boy a dirty slut again. And after about fifteen-minutes, Shannon came upstairs with a big bag of White Castle Hamburgers, from that there café up the block- that looked like a white castle, unhurried.

Then I came into the living room, sat down with the two. First he watched me with one eye, and then it went over to Cantina, his heart pumping fast, and his pulse rapid-I could sense it. This frigate quietness, stayed in the air for another thirty-minutes. And then he started to talk, and it was as if all the bells in all the churches in all of St. Paul, Minnesota started ringing at once, “You needn’t explain to your mother you haven’t committed incest, she knows better. However this works out, she will be there and I will be there, whenever you need us. If we just could have done something beforehand that would have been better, but we people cannot do anything that dreadful as to kill the child, no abortions please: remember tomorrow will come, and what seemed dreadful today will pass.” And I said to Cantina, “Your father’s right.” The next minute, she was looking out the window, eating a hamburger.

It all became quiet again; and I could hear the watch in her purse tick on. “Otis,” Shannon said to me. “If Cantina decides to move in my apartment, and not stay at home, you’ll have to find another place to camp out.” And then she left.

I bathed and shaved, and the water made my fingers look like sponges, and I had my underwear and socks and shirt laid out on the sofa, and I looked at the clock, it was a quarter after seven. I stopped and listened to what Shannon was saying, talking aloud, to him-self, I expect. Then I put my new shirt on. And I said to Shannon, “Well, you didn’t…say the wrong thing, not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse for Cantina though.”

“I couldn’t say it any other way,” he said.

“What’s the matter, abortions are the thing nowadays!” I commented.

“I wasn’t thinking along those lines, I’m no saint, but I’m no killer, perhaps too proud at times.”

“I’m going out to get drunk, you coming along?” I asked Shannon.

I stepped in front of the window, everything was shadowy now. “There now, just look, what if she decides to get an abortion? You know her mother’s going to talk her into it.”

“Yes, perhaps so,” he said.

“And all those social workers, parade around as if it’s a right nowadays and they don’t let you into the clinics if they think you’re going to talk the kid out of it. I mean you can support the kid, but nowadays the kid has rights, and they’ll even pay for the abortion; then what you goin’ to do?” I asked.

I looked in back of me, I didn’t see Shannon anywhere, he was on the phone, talking to an abortion clinic, and then he came to me, “You’re right, her mother can allow it without my consent, that’s Minnesota for yaw!”

A Month Later

Shannon had found out his daughter was going to have an abortion, the clinic had called him up, told him, they had to notify him by law, and therefore, their duty was complete, other than letting him know the abortion would take place at 1:00 p.m., sharp today; acting as if it was an execution, of which it was for Shannon.

“Let me talk to my daughter,” asked Shannon, knowing the clock was ticking. But she refused. And Otis, he was by Shannon’s side inside his apartment. And Otis thought about how a person’s body at times wants to shut down, hide, the muscles in the legs weaken, and the head on the neck gets heavy, too heavy to hold up-and he sensed Shannon was in that state, and he could almost hear that gold watch ticking, he gave his daughter, and I suppose all the sounds in the world were for that moment, shut away. They wouldn’t even tell him what clinic it was, and they had called him, one hour before the execution. It was like a big clock in his head. He looked out his window; his eye saw Otis as a blur sitting on his sofa.

“Would you mind, telling me when it’s one o’clock?” asked Shannon.

“Why, all right,” Otis said.

“No, don’t tell me,” he said, “please, just let me know…” then he looked at the clock, and it was one minute past, then looked at me again, and said, “Well, it’s not the unpardonable sin, thank God!”

About the Story

“Fool about a Cow,” is told in the voices of Mabel O’Day (and occasionally the author). Here is three relatives’ obsession with Shannon O’Day’s drinking: Gus (Shannon’s older brother), Mabel O’Day (Shannon’s sister in law, who is also Gus’ wife) and Shannon’s wife…Gertrude O’Day. The time is, Thanksgiving weekend, 1949, and Gertrude is with child. As the weekend progresses, however, there is not much hope in persuading Shannon to give up his first love–drinking, whereupon, they all get drunk together, now all self-absorbed in doing something stupid, at Shannon’s suggestion-which is, to milk the neighbor’s cow dry as a joke (Mrs. Stanley). But as life would have it, it turns out to be much more than that.

Here we see the thoughts, voices and memories, of the story tellers, telling the story in 1978 (looking backwards), of what took place one long-winded weekend in 1949. Sitting on the porch, is Mabel and Otis, at her farmhouse, twenty miles outside of St. Paul, Minnesota, both reminiscing, in a daydreaming mode, both of different time periods.

((Of Light Humor) (The author’s last story written in 2009, and half on the first day of 2010))

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When the Mary Celeste sailed from New York in late 1872, there was no indication that it would go down as one of the most mysterious ships of all time. It was carrying a cargo of oil and barrels of raw alcohol to Genoa, Italy. Its skipper, Captain Benjamin Briggs, who was also a part-owner of the ship was a veteran of the seas.

For this trip Captain Briggs had with him his wife, two-year old daughter, a mate, second mate and cook and four seamen on board with him. They started on the voyage on November 7. But little did anybody know that this was the last time anybody was to see the Captain and all the people going with him. For twenty-eight days later, on December 5, the Mary Celeste was found floating helplessly about 600 miles west of Gibraltar. There was nobody on the ship.

It was Captain Morehouse of the brig Dei Gratia who found the Mary Celeste. Morehouse knew Captain Briggs very well in New York. In fact he had dined with the Briggs just before the Mary Celeste set sail for Italy. So when Captain Morehouse saw that there was apparently no sign of life on the Mary Celeste, he sent his mate to investigate.

What Had Gone Wrong?

The mate found nobody on the ship. Its only boat was also missing. Apart from that he saw nothing much wrong on the Mary Celeste.

There was no sign of fire or any other calamity. There was plenty of food and water. There was some water in the bilge but the ship was not sinking as there was no hole in it. The ship’s log was in the mate’s cabin but there was no entry of any unusual happening in it. In fact there was no clue as to why the ship had been abandoned and in so much haste. The seamen had not bothered to take their pipes, tobacco and oilskins which were left behind. But strangely enough the captain did have time to take his papers and instruments with him as they were not found anywhere on the ship.

Captain Morehouse had the Mary Celeste taken to Gibraltar. He handed over the ship to the authorities and claimed the salvage money.

Rumors, Theories and Clues

At first everyone expected the survivors to turn up. But they did not. Nor was any trace of their boat found. It was then that wild rumors and theories explaining the disappearance of the people on the Mary Celeste started making rounds.

Maybe the captain of the Mary Celeste had gone mad and killed everybody and then then killed himself. Some pirates had captured the ship and done away with everyone on board. More bizarre still, an octopus had attacked the ship and devoured everyone as well as the ship’s papers and instruments. Then there was Captain Morehouse. Couldn’t he possibly have done all this to claim salvage money? All these conjectures proved groundless by the court of inquiry that was held to look into the affair.

Then there were some “clues”. Why was an antique sword on the ship cleaned recently? Why was the clock on the ship hanging upside down? There was some stain on the deck of the Mary Celeste. Was it blood of the victims?

The “clues” also fell flat on further investigation. The sword was an antique piece and the mate of the Dei Gratia had tried to clean it to pass his time. He had also tried to re-start the ship’s clock. When he could not, he hanged it up not caring whether he had done that upside down. And the doctor found that the stains on the deck were not blood.

So what had actually happened? Where did all the people go? What caused their sudden disappearance? Nobody knows.

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