In A Way, It Made Him Sad.

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.

I'm Not Stupid. I Know Everybody Thinks I Am. I Just Don't Like Answering Their Questions.

An Idea Doesn't Die," Said Trapp. "it Exists Somewhere, In Its Own Dimension, Waiting To Be Perceived.

I Jog In The Morning And Then Write For About Two Hours. There Are Times When I'm Really Excited And Can't Wait To Get Back To It. But There Are Days When I Don't Know What's Coming Next, And I Really Have To Force It.

You Make The Decision: Whom Did God Punish?