The Story Is Always Better Than Your

Mice Are Terribly Chatty. They Will Chat About Anything, And If There Is Nothing To Chat About, They Will Chat About Having Nothing To Chat About. Compared To Mice, Robins Are Reserved.

He Will Apologize, Or I'll Give Him A Lesson In Swordplay He Will Not Like At All.

The Weak Grey Light That Serves As Harbinger Of Red And Golden Dawn Faintly Lit My Window. I Fumbled For A Candle, Found And Lit It, And By Its Little Light Saw That The Rose Floating In The Bowl Was Dying. It Had Already Lost Most Of Its Petals, Which Floated On The Water Like Tiny, Un-seaworthy Boats, Deserted For Safer Craft. "dear God," I Said. "i Must Go Back At Once.

She, Too, Spoke Only When The Queen Or King Addressed Her First, But She Looked Searchingly At Every Supplicant, And Her Clear Face Said That She Had Opinions About Everything She Heard, And That It Was Her Proud Duty To Think Out Those Opinions, And Make Them Responsible And Coherent.

[harry] Had Always Suffered From A Vague Restlessness, A Longing For Adventure That She Told Herself Severely Was The Result Of Reading Too Many Novels When She Was A Small Child.