The three of them ran around like this for hours.

Pollyanna was pissed that Pinocchio lied about having termites.

Never fall asleep chewing gum!

Scribble Game

"Wormbaby" by: Melissa G

Hymn to the Oak

The old oak tree has no hands
to hold the birds that perch on his limbs

From the sky they fly
choose to nest and sing delightful hymns

About the oak that awoke to grow,
grace and welcomes the winds

Take they might leafs that fall,
a hight so tall,
no fault the breeze that trims

I sit and wait for spring to come
to hear her breathing hum,
that never dims

Over time the citizens learned to adapt.

The feeling was unexplainable.

How is your night looking?

MANT REQ'D

Little Bird had no problem in the city.

I feel like a yellow fizzy drink.

Neck Lace

He drove her away.

Pick of the Litter

Amanda had an over active imagination.

Wendell was feeling cowardly

"Come quickly, I am drinking the stars"