I've Seen Golems. They Don't Behave Like

Sage. A Wise And Holy Man Who Died A Long Time Ago. No One Modern Qualifies.

Happiness Isn't A Thing. You Can't Go Out And Get It Like A Cup Of Tea. It's The Way You Feel About Things.

Mr. Crossley Suddenly Wondered Why He Was Why He Was Worrying About The Note. It Was Only A Joke, After All. He Cleared His Throat. Everyone Looked Up Hopefully. 'somebody,' Said Mr. Crossley, 'seems To Have Sent Me A Halloween Message.' And He Read Out The Note: 'someone In This Class Is A Witch.' 6b Thought This Was Splendid News. Hands Shot Up All Over The Room Like A Bed Of Beansprouts. 'it's Me, Mr. Crossley!' 'mr. Crossley, I'm The Witch!' 'can I Be The Witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'me, Mr. Crossley, Me, Me, Me!

Pray Use Both Cats As Sponges If It Pleases You, Infatuated Infantryman.

Every Man In Ingary Is Scared Stiff Of Her. You Ought To Know How That Feels, Sophie Dear.