Sarah talked the whole day long — that kid would not shut up. She talked so much on school days, her teachers would erupt. They’d send her to the office to talk to Mr. Green. He was, of course, the principal, and he, of course, was mean. “Why are you here?” this man would roar.Continue reading “The Talker”
Last night I just couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and turned all night, cause Santa Claus is coming soon, which fills me with great fright. You see, I’ve done some things this year that now — I sure regret, and thinking of those things I’ve done is making me now fret. I think I’llContinue reading “Regrets”
My dog has dug a great, big hole; he wants to hide his bone. His tail is wagging happily — he thinks that he’s alone. I see him drop his bone inside; he thinks it won’t be found. But I intend to take that bone when Spotty’s not around. Soon Spot will dig the gardenContinue reading “The Missing Bone”
One meatball sits upon my plate, a lonely, little guy. His meatball friends have gone away; I’ll bet he knows not why. The noodle hill was washed right down by my huge glass of milk. The sauce was sure the deepest red, so rich — and smooth as silk. This meatball is the lucky one;Continue reading “The Lonely Meatball”
Nancy has the meanest dog; they tell me he broke free, and that the rotten flea-bag is hunting now for me. You see, I am the paper-boy who tries to do his best, but it really isn’t my fault that rotten dog’s obsessed. I must deliver papers before the hour of eight, and when IContinue reading “The Hunt”
My brother told me yesterday that if I tell a lie, my nose will grow and get just huge and so I’d best not try. I’ve thought of nothing else since then and sure am feeling sad because I’ve finally realized — I just can’t trust my dad!
There was a boy who liked to doubt whatever teachers talked about. He doubted two and two was four; he doubted three and three was more. He raised an eyebrow when he heard the ostrich is the biggest bird. He disbelieved that some squirrels fly; he said it was a great big lie. He doubtedContinue reading “The Doubter”
My brother sleepwalks every night, but something bout it isn’t right. The doctor says we must not try to interfere — I don’t know why. The sleeping boy, just looking fine, escapes his bed each night at nine and to the TV he will go and always finds a favourite show. He then will getContinue reading “The Sleepwalker”