Settle For What You Can Get, But

I've Seen Golems. They Don't Behave Like A Real Person.

My Shining Dishonesty Will Be The Salvation Of Me.

A Library Is A Place Full Of Mouth-watering Food For Thought.

I Am A Total Zombie Just After I Wake Up. It Takes Me Half An Hour Even To Get My Eyes Open. Ask Anyone Who Knows Me. I Can't See; I Can't Talk Properly; I Can't Do Anything Without Help. The Only Think I Can Do Properly Is Think. And I Know How To Exploit My Condition. I've Had Years Of Practice.

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!