Students watched this clip of The Princess Bride and then had to narrate the scene from different points of view.
I must keep my poker face; the mask doesn’t do the full trick.
The Sicilian has no idea whatsoever that I have tricked him. That fool
thinks he can outsmart me in this game of death. Little does he know, he
cannot be victorious, because I automatically win. I have poisoned both
of the two cups and after many years of “fine tuning,” I have actually
become immune to this poison. So either way, I live and he dies. In
other words, I get my hands on the Princess Bride.
Now he thinks he can fool me, smiling and bombarding me with these
“witty” reverse-physiological observations. He is trying to cover up his
fear with his smile, but I can see right through his mask; let’s just hope he cannot see through mine.
It is very obvious that he is stalling now. He is just blurting out unmitigated nonsense. Oh,
now he “tricks me into turning around.” I must play his game. I can see
him in the corner of my eye, switching the cups. He has made up his
mind on which cup he will drink. In his mind, he is executing a
masterful plan where I will think that I have won, but he will be the
true winner. It is too bad that this fantasy of his is impossible, for
he will be dead in a matter of moments and I will have the Princess
Bride for myself.
-Tani Finkelstein
Third Person Limited:
The
flowing wind passed through the tables holding the two cups. Vizzini,
the Sicilian, thought deeply about which cup contained the poison after
the masked, black robe-wearing Westley shuffled them around his back. “Well,” Vizzini contemplated, “this will be simple.”
“Pick,”
Westley ordered; he looked up wisely as the Princess Bride dazedly sat,
peeking behind the light cloth tied around her eyes.
“A
man like you would never put a poisonous cup closer to himself. Then
again, you would know I would think this; therefore, the poisonous cup
is in actuality the one closest to you,” Vizzini claimed arrogantly.
“I know how to trick him,”
the Sicilian thought. He then quipped, “Look over there!” Westley
turned around, while Vizzini quickly switched the cups’ placements.
“I’ve got it,” Vizzini said, trying to act as if he had just had an epiphany, “It’s this one,” he said, pointing to the cup closer to him.
“Drink up, then,” Westley said. Vizzini questionably drank, watching the Sicilian as he slowly drank the contents of the bottle.
“Yes!
I knew I picked the correct bottle!” Vizzini screamed. He then fell
backwards into a deathly stance while Westley peered on to his mistaken
epiphany.
“Let’s go!” Westley ordered again as he and the Princess Bride left the table and packed up to go.
-Elan Cooper
Third Person Omniscient
The
Sicilian was choosing between two goblets to see if he’d get the
Princess, or if the Masked man would. The Sicilian thought the Masked
man would poison one goblet, not knowing he really poisoned both because
he built an immunity to it. The Sicilian kept going on about the
different theories he had thought the Masked man did. He kept going back
and forth between the two options, switching his answers.
The Sicilian switched the two goblets when the masked man was tricked
into turning around. When the Sicilian saw the Masked man drink the
“un-poisoned” cup, he thought he was in the clear. The Sicilian revealed
his little trick when the Masked man told the Sicilian he chose wrong.
The Sicilian then died. The Masked man uncovered the Princess and
explained he poisoned both cups and he built an immunity to the poison.
The Princess and the Masked man ran off together. -Gabe Itkowitz 
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