Only A Group Lack Of Imagination Could

Of Course I Am Grateful, And I'm Sure You Are, As You Put It, A Special Vintage," Bill Said Politely, "but I Have My Own Wine Cellar.

This Letter Is Written On The Skin Of One Of The Water Sprites Who Drowned Your Parents.' 'ick!' I Cried, And Dropped The Letter On The Kitchen Table.

There Was Enough Tension In The Room To Send A Fleet Of The Nervous Running For Their Tranquilizers.

I Hate Not Knowing What I Did." _eric

It Was Time To Pull My Moral Socks Up And Behave Myself.