Danny+Boxer

<> =Stella Note= “C’mon Danny,” yelled my mom. “We’re going to Stella Note.” It was the first night of our yearly vacation to Smugglers Notch Resort in Vermont. We have been going there every year since I was two years old. We had arrived an hour earlier, after a very long drive from New Jersey and we were getting ready to go out for dinner. Stella Note was my favorite place in Vermont. I love Stella Note because they have really good food. I also like it because we go there a lot when we are on vacation in Vermont. “I’m coming, hold your horses,” I yelled back. My mom wasn’t a patient person. She liked things done immediately. When we got in the car, it literally took us one minute to get there. The restaurant was across the street from the condo where we were staying on vacation. Pulling up to the restaurant, we went inside and waited to be seated. “Right this way,” drawled the waitress kindly. Sitting down, we looked at the menu, but I already knew what I wanted. I had been craving the cheese ravioli, my favorite dish, all day long! “I know what I want,” I exclaimed. “It’s obviously the cheese ravioli.” “There’s no surprise there,” stated my brother Scotty. Everywhere we went I ordered cheese ravioli. When the waitress came I was ready to order. “What would you like, hon?” the waitress asked me. “I would like the cheese ravioli,” I exclaimed happily. “Good choice,” the waitress stated. She took everyone else’s order and took it to the kitchen. Waiting impatiently for my meal, I was starving when it arrived. “Man that looks really awesome,” I stated. There was steam puffing up in my face. It looked really tasty. I sprinkled my parmesan cheese on top of the ravioli. “Doesn’t this look unbelievably delicious?” I uttered. Yes, it does, sweetie,” my mom answered. I looked at my dish and started to devour it. I finished really quickly. “I’m stuffed,” I declared. “I don’t want to look at any more food.” “You don’t even want dessert!” my mom proclaimed. “No,” I stated. “Nothing.” “Wow, that’s peculiar!” my mom announced with a laugh in her voice. “Ha, ha, so funny,” I said sarcastically. After that, my dad asked for the check and then we went back to the condo across the street. In my opinion, that was one of the most incredible meals I have ever had.

** The Beautiful Ride  ** We were on vacation at Smugglers Notch in Vermont and my mom and I decided we wanted to go on a horseback ride. We got some information at the front desk and decided which stable we would go to. The next day we got in the car and headed over to the nearby stable We met our instructor. “This is your horse, Danny,” stated the horse instructor. We were still up in Vermont and my mom and I had decided to go horseback riding. My mom’s horse was really big, but my horse Zeke was smaller. “C’mon, we’re gonna get going on the ride,” exclaimed the guide. “Great,” I stated. “I can’t wait to see the beautiful sights.” “Me too,” repeated my mom. “I can see it’s going to be a really spectacular ride.” So off we went. We started out in the beautiful fields surrounding the stable we had chosen for our horseback ride. As our horses broke into an even gait, we could smell the nature all around us. We started off going through a trail. Then we went across a small stream. My horse, Zeke, would stop at the water and drink, but he wouldn’t go across. Zeke was a really scaredy cat. “C’mon Zeke,” I whispered. “Don’t be scared, it’s just water.” So after he drank some more water, the instructor guided us across the bridge instead of through the water. My mom was waiting on the other side of the stream. Her horse wasn’t scared to go through the water. “Okay, now that we’re out of that, let’s go to through the meadow,” proclaimed my horse instructor. I was really excited to keep going because I loved seeing the beautiful scenery. It was amazing seeing the tree line in the background, and the mountains, and the sun. “Awww,” I said as I stared at the beautiful sights. “Look at this, it feels like we’re all alone in the world!” It was peaceful and quiet. I felt like lying down and just looking at the incredibly gorgeous scenery all around me. “Well, let’s keep going, shall we,” voiced the horse instructor. We kept going through the meadows, fields and mountains. Then we headed back to the stable. On the way back Zeke still wouldn’t go through the water. So Zeke and I had to cross over the bridge again. We arrived back at the stable and dismounted our horses. We said bye to the horses and thanked our guide. We got in the car and drove back to the condo we were staying at in Smugglers Resort in Jeffersonville, Vermont.