Once, at the store, I was wandering
And from behind a rack of clothes popped
like a Jack-in-the-Box
a little girl with tiny gold earrings Continue reading
Once, at the store, I was wandering
And from behind a rack of clothes popped
like a Jack-in-the-Box
a little girl with tiny gold earrings Continue reading
Maple, the gray squirrel, has returned for another adventure. Read her first story here. Maple’s friend, Stringy, has requested Maple’s help on an adventure. He plans on going into a house at night. Read the first part of this story here!
I gaped at my friend. “You look like a rat,” I repeated.
He nodded sadly. “It’s my tail. I look like a rat. You know how humans feel about rats.”
It’s a murky blue
One single star. It’s moving–
Oh, it’s an airplane.
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