From 192c14b9645dea2f3e198ba950c32e984e700914 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Jacquelyn Mosely Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2021 12:44:20 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] some simple modifications and additions --- text1.txt | 12 ++---------- text2.txt | 11 +---------- text3.txt | 4 ++++ 3 files changed, 7 insertions(+), 20 deletions(-) create mode 100644 text3.txt diff --git a/text1.txt b/text1.txt index 9cdd5be..5070dd6 100644 --- a/text1.txt +++ b/text1.txt @@ -3,7 +3,7 @@ spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantl for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire. -Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, +Spiderwebs the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. @@ -12,20 +12,12 @@ Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. -As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, +As Megan squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ." "Hello, Nick," said Harry. -"Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, -and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry -could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. - -"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. - -"So do you," said Harry. - "Ah," Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, "a matter of no importance. . . . It's not as though I really wanted to join. . . . Thought I'd apply, but apparently I 'don't fulfill requirements' -" diff --git a/text2.txt b/text2.txt index d247cd8..361fcfd 100644 --- a/text2.txt +++ b/text2.txt @@ -17,18 +17,9 @@ Will: "That's Easy: Will Smith." Uncle Phil: "This Fat-Free Cake Isn't Bad, Geoffrey." Geoffrey: "Sir, That's A Sponge." -Vivian: "That Man Is On Thin Ice!" +Adam: "That Man Is On Thin Ice!" Geoffrey: "I'll Alert The Fish." -Carlton: "I Thought Ashley Was In Bed." -Will: "Yeah, And You Also Thought Tupac Shakur Was A Jewish Holiday." - -Carlton: "Dad, Don't Do Anything Stupid! You Haven't Updated Your Will Yet." - -Will: "So You're Saying The Only Reason I Loved Her Is Cause She's Rich And Let Me Sponge Off Of Her?" -Phil: "Yes." -Will: "Then, I Love You Too, Uncle Phil." - Carlton: "Big Poopie." Uncle Phil: "What Did You Say?" Carlton: "I Say... Uh... Beg, Puppy. To My Pretend Dog, Ernie. Fetch, Ernie. He's Gone Now." diff --git a/text3.txt b/text3.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6edfbc2 --- /dev/null +++ b/text3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +blah blah blah +more blah + +winter is coming!