If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs,The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,Crying to the moo-oo-oon,If only, If only.
If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer.While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo-oo-oon, If only, if only.
If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that’s gone by.Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high my baby bird, My angel, my only.
If a donkey could talk, and if the donkey had a sore throat, and if it spoke with a French accent—that was what Mr. Gorf’s voice sounded like.
He’s not my dad, Kaira said. Just because he married my— As soon as I turn eighteen I’m firing his ass! Then I’ll call you.
Even the book I’m reading to my class, said Miss Zarves. The author makes fun of teachers!
Dameon had hazel eyes with little black dots in the middle of each of them. The dots were called pupils.
Because if you fidget or wriggle or squirm or sass me or get an answer wrong, I'll wiggle my ears— (Wiggles her ears: they vibrate dramatically. MYRON and BEBE duck under their desks) MYRON and BEBE:...
Bad dreams are better than good dreams. When you have a bad dream, you wake up, you look around, and you say, Whew! It was only a dream. Everything is still the same as it was—wonderful! When you have...
When Trapp was a young man, did he have sex with Annabel King,
She found herself staring at a large puddle of some kind of fuzz-covered mud. Her mind barely registered it at first, but the more she gazed at the odd-looking mud, the more it drew her attention. The...
Letter. Stanley
Left his great-grandfather to face the hot barren desert. The Warden had left Stanley to face Mr. Sir. Somehow his great-grandfather
Holes BY LOUIS SACHAR
You make the decision: Whom did God punish?
Small steps, Hand in hand we’ll walk together, And maybe we’ll discover A clue along the way. . . .
She looked around. There was a bulletin board covered with A papers. She looked from one paper to another and hoped, with all her heart, that she’d see one with Bradley’s name on it. She didn’t.
Passed away seemed like an appropriate way of putting it. Over the next few days, I had this recurring image of Trapp sitting at the bridge table. He reaches into the bidding box, removes a pass card,...
Onions!
Onions! Fresh, hot, sweet onions, Sam called as Mary Lou pulled the cart down Main Street. Eight cents a dozen. It was a beautiful spring morning. The sky was painted pale blue and pink—the same color...