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 my Name IS Kieran i am 8 years of age and i like wrestling And Me And my brother Kyle play wrestling TO And My favite wrestler is john cena And he is good because He CAN DO the STFU And THAT is good to becausehe is A sick man i dont like spiders or pepers because they smell BAD SO STAY AWAY IF youDONT LIKE THEM hbk is shawn mickels the heart break kid                                                                                                                                                      these Are my BestCARS Because they Are Fabthis  is a sick car Tothis is a castleI lve crossers anolcrossers are my best things this is my pic of a parten made from mosaic my cat

is bellathis is my favorite wrestler rey mysteiro and his best move is 619 i will show you by a picthis is a ferrari

my name is kieran	10
my mate is ewan	10
i like rey mystiro	619

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 this is blue sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 this is my pic i made at home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

this is robin hood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyone seeing John Little immediately wondered

how he could ever have gotten his name, for

John Little was a giant.  Built like the mighty

oaks in the nearby forest, he towered over his

neighbors.  He was tall and strong, which belied

his gentle nature.  He used his strength to care

for the weak, such as the sheep he tended.  John

was a shepherd by trade.  Many a day one could

see him in his pasture, staff in hand guarding

and guiding his sheep.  But life was hard, or else

it was made hard by the Sheriff of Nottingham.

The high taxes were hard enough but the Sheriff

also began claiming the land, and thus the peoples'

livelihoods for the aristocrats used.  Land was

needed for war as well as for game hunting.  As a

result, John could no longer live his shepherd's

life.  He left his trade and headed for the nearby

town in hopes of finding work.  But to do so he

would have to journey through the forest where many

dangerous outlaws lay.  However John was not afraid

and he set off taking only the clothes on his back

and his shepherd's staff.  Somewhere along his journey

he came to a ford.  Noting only the rushing waters

below he did not see that another was also crossing.

This posed a problem as the log lying across the

river allowed only one to pass at a time.

 

"Excuse me, gentle sir," said the man dressed in

green, "but as I was upon this log before you, you

must get thee back and allow me to cross first."  John,

wary that this may be one of the highwaymen he was warned

about, stopped to think.  If he were to turn his back

to go back he would subject himself to an attack.  Besides,

HE was the first to attempt a crossing (wasn't he?).  After

all, he did not see the man in green when he first

arrived (did he?).

 

So in reply, John said, "Nay, good sir.  I believe

it was I who was first.  You must go back."  The man

in green was not pleased, which was evident by

his frown.

 

"I will not."

 

"Well then if neither of us will go back then

we both must go forward."  The man in green raised

an eyebrow. "It only remains to be seen," said John, "of

who will reach the other side without falling into the

river."  With that John moved forward brandishing his

staff.  The other, also possessing a staff, advanced

as well and they began to spar.  John was a bit surprised

at the man's ability with the staff, but it was still no

match and John sent the man into the waters below.  He

then traversed the rest of the log, and once across, he

fished the man out of the river.  John was surprised

to see the man laughing.

 

"How can this be, that you send me a-ducking into

these waters and then pull me out?" said the man, his eyes

twinkling.  "I've misjudged you..."

 

"John.  John Little," supplied a grinning John.

 

"John Little?!  Nay, thy name is Little John!"

 

"And you?"

 

"My name is Robin..."

 

And so a new friendship was born, and Little John soon

had a new home...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did you know, for instance, that the good friar's

name has not only been traced back to 11th (some

say 13th) century England, but even further back?

 

The name originally came from the German Tuch

(notice the spelling), which in that era meant

"malicious practical joker."  (I kid you not.

In modern German, it refers to a face cloth or

towel.  If you put two dots over the "u" (sorry, my

e-mail is not set for the German umlauts) it means

"thief" and is the basis of the English word "take,"

or "took.") In England the name Tuck was traced back

to the court of King Henry II (William the Conqueror's

grandson).  Even further back, as I have said, in

Germany.  And, in the original Italian spelling of

Tucca (which meant "a bowman," ironically enough) even

further.  Perhaps to the days of the Roman Empire! I

bet you didn't know that!

 

The Tuck family came over to the North American

continent in 1624 (to Virginia), and 1625 (to the

Massachusetts Bay Colony, a mere five years after the

Pilgrims!).  To this day there is a northern branch of

the family, and a southern branch.  The communication

between the two branches has been strained since the

American Civil War.  I am from the southern branch.

During the Second World War the lieutenant governor

of Virginia was a William Tuck (also the name of one

of my brothers).  There is a room in the Virginia state

museum dedicated to the Tucks (very prominant in

Virginia in terms of importance and number of the family),

who have contributed to Virginia society (as I have said)

since 1624.  There are also Canadian and Australian

branches of the family.  Several members of the Canadian

and British branches have been knighted.  That particular

honor goes back to the court of King Henry II (as I

referred in my previous e-mail), where there was a Sir

Reginald or a Sir Ronald (I don't remember which one it was)

Tuck.

 

To give you a perspective, this was about the time of

Thomas a Becket.  Much more recently, there was a Tuck with

Admiral Peary or Byrd (again, I always got those two admirals

mixed-up) during the exploration of the South Pole.  There

is even a mountain in Antarctica named after that John Tuck.

Finally, one of the physicists on the Manhattan Project that

helped develop the atomic bomb was named James Tuck (also the

name of another of my brothers), who was later knighted for his

accomplishments in atomic physics (since he was British, and not

American).  I read that he was something of the stereotypical

"nerdish" "absent-minded professor."  Brilliant, but not too suave

socially.  I have an aunt that collected much of this information

(she's a freak for the Tuck family history, while not actually

being a Tuck herself (an aunt by marriage).  The rest of the

research I've done myself."