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Diary III- Reign of Napoleon (December 12 1800)
After a man named Napoleon Bonaparte became the master of France, the social life had changed a little from the Revolution. The first Estates, the clergy had got their powers back, but only certain amount. Maybe that is why the monsieur Acel Fortier, the abbot in Paris had contacted me. He said he needed a sturdy horse to visit and thank Emperor Napoleon. Excited, I replied him straight away. The abbot promised me to pay me 10 coins. I scanned through the horses and lured Achille, French name for Achilles, out of the stable. I threw the rein around Achill's nozzle and headed toward Paris. I didn't feel lonely with Achill. He and I chattered and we never stopped. "Google Images." //Google //. Web. 08 Dec. 2011. .

It took me one and half a day to reach Paris. People were busy selling and buying things in prices they wanted. I couldn't stop staring at those people, who seemed to live normal life. Me, I always stay inside of stable and the only friends I have are the animals. I wondered if I didn't work as a groom, I would be part of them, laughing and arguing with one another. I missed talking to real people. Anyway, Achill and I sauntered to the The Catholic Churchand asked for the abbot. Within a few second, monsieur Fortier came out to check out the horse. He seemed to be satisfied. The coins jingled a joyful tune as they fall into my rough, scarred palm. I thanked him and ran to the nearest market I could find. I hadn't ate anything since I left Versailles. My stomach grumbled like thunder. I searched for food and the boucherie caught my eyes. As I approached, I heard the butcher and the nun talking about the great Napoleon, and I joined their conversation. The nun said that she was grateful to Napoleon since he gave back power to the Church and so did the butcher. He said that since the taxes were being collected fairly now, he had more customers than before. I also agreed with them. Since the ruler changed from spender Louis XVI to fair Napoleon, I had gathered lot of money past years.

After buying pounds of meat, I headed back to Versailles. I wished days like this would continue in France. This was the day when France came back to its glorious moment. Vachey, Mathieu, and Clément Gratiot. "David, Jacques- Louis ( 1748 – 1825) - Napoleon (1769 — 1821) Crossing the Alps." //Classroom4.eu //. 27 July 2011. Web. 08 Dec. 2011. .

Diary II- During the Revolution
As the time passed, the conflict between the Second Estate and Third Estate increased. Us, the peasants, wanted or valued liberty, equality and fraternity. I only get three golds per month and King Louis XVI wants us to pay high taxes. According to the rumors, both First and Second estates paid only a little or didn't pay taxes. Seriously, the king and queen must have bees in their brains. I was sitting on the stack of hays with LÉO DUPONT. Leo was a beggar. He came into the palace when the guard was not looking and ended up in the stable, looking for food. I shared my bread with him and we became friends instantly. Anyway, when I opened the stable door to get my bread in the morning, there was nothing on the ground, and I heard angry women demanding bread to the King and Queen outside of the palace. My stomach began to protest along with the women. I couldn't stand it anymore. I went back into the stable and talked to Leo. "Leo let's be part of the revolution!" I said excitedly. But Leo hesitated. Although he was a beggar, he had manner. However, my hunger was no match for Leo's politeness. "C'mmon Leo, let's do something that will become history." I pulled his scrawny arm and dragged him outside. All the peasants were busy carrying weapons and threaten the royal families. They were about to attack the Bastille, where there were guns and gun powder. Leo and I followed the angry crowd and the revolution begun. My friend and I became part of the historical event. While we were fighting for a change, we met a women named Monique Petite. She and the other women were the bravest people I've ever seen. I thought it was the only men who fight war. I wondered if women would get their liberty, equality and fraternity after we take over the Bastille.

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Diary I-Year of 1788
The little beam of sunlight tickled my white skin as the sun appeared. Although I've been working as a groom for months now, I am not used to waking up this early. I wanted to stay in warm stalks of hay, which was keeping me warm from cold morning air. But Louis, the fattest horse in the palace stable let out his stinky breath on my face! Ayaya! I am awake you fat Louis! I named this one Louis because it resembled our king Louis XVI, who was also fat. I felt the goosebumps poking their heads out from my arms as I opened the door. On the ground, there were a baguette bread and a pound of cheese for my three meals. As I sat down to eat, the horses and dogs stared at me with envy. Their watchful eyes disturbed me. I stood up, threw hays into the mangers for the horses and shared small portion of my bread with the dogs.

The day went by quickly. It was almost dinner time and I waited for Monsieur François, a royal guard who I used to know. He always brought me his portion of dinner to me. I was so sorry to him. Although he was a royal guard, the behavior of King Louis XVI was paying him less and less everyday. His skinny, fragile body now began to show its bones. He is a father and a husband of the family. He had to survive. For me, I am still young and have my family back in Brittany who earns quite a money. Monsieur François shared his bread like always, but this time, he had a favor to ask. "My dear boy Andre, do you think I can borrow a horse from your stable? Please, my mother is very ill and I have to see her. Can I?" I hesitated. Since these horses were properties of the nobles or royal family, the low rank guard like Monsieur François weren't allowed to ride them. But how can I refuse his plea, the kind man who always checks upon me to see if I am alright? I sighed. I gave him the most muscular horse, which was Alex. I begged him to comeback before the sun rises tomorrow. He assured me that he will be back and galloped out of my sight.



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Name: Andre Age: 15 Gender: Male Occupation: Groom Social Class: Third Estate Financial situation: Poor Appearance: Thin,white, short, medium length dark brown hair, always wear a hat, brown top and bottom and old stained boots. Location of home and/or business: Brittany Habitual locations: Versailles

Daily routine: 7:00 a.m: wake up and have breakfast 8:00 a.m-12:00 p.m: clean up the stable, feed animals, get more stalks of hay 12:00 p.m: lunch 1:00 p.m-7:30 p.m clean up horses, and have a stroll with dogs and horses, set up the carriage for the royal guests 7:30 p.m: dinner 8:30 p.m: feed animals, talk to animals, gets paid 9:00 p.m: goes to sleep Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits:, gentle, confident, courageous , talkative , can communicate with animals Past / Family History: Father was a black smith (Dead), and mother is maid, older brother inherited father's small workshop Family: NONE Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): Religion: Protestant Education: Know little bit of writing and reading Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude): Main privileges and/or conflicts: gets paid and allowed to stay in the stable with the animals, but gets beaten if ever caught being lazy. Portrait (avoid anachronisms -- clothing or objects in your portrait that are from the wrong time period):

Morland, Artist George. "Reading Room." //Canadian Manchester Terrier Club //. Web. 02 Dec. 2011. .