It Was Times Like These When I

Neighbors Bring Food With Death And Flowers With Sickness And Little Things In Between. Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives. But Neighbors Give In Return. We Never Put Back Into The Tree What We Took Out Of It: We Had Given Him Nothing, And It Made Me Sad.

Don’t Talk Like That, Dill,” Said Aunt Alexandra. “it’s Not Becoming To A Child. It’s – Cynical.” “i Ain’t Cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ The Truth’s Not Cynical, Is It?” “the Way You Tell It, It Is.

She Knew Full Well The Enormity Of Her Offense, But Because Her Desires Were Stronger Than The Code She Was Breaking, She Persisted In Breaking It.

Mr. Avery Said It Was Written On The Rosetta Stone That When Children Disobeyed Their Parents, Smoked Cigarettes And Made War On Each Other, The Seasons Would Change: Jem And I Were Burdened With The Guilt Of Contributing To The Aberrations Of Nature, Thereby Causing Unhappiness To Our Neighbors And Discomfort To Ourselves.

I Think I'll Be A Clown When I Get Grown,' Said Dill. Jem And I Stopped In Our Tracks. Yes Sir, A Clown,' He Said. 'there Ain't One Thing In This World I Can Do About Folks Except Laugh, So I'm Gonna Join The Circus And Laugh My Head Off.' You Got It Backwards, Dill,' Said Jem. 'clowns Are Sad, It's Folks That Laugh At Them.' Well I'm Gonna Be A New Kind Of Clown. I'm Gonna Stand In The Middle Of The Ring And Laugh At The Folks.