“Baa, baa, baaaaa” bleated Sally. “Life on the Renaud farm is blah, blah, blaaaah,” she complained. “Nothing ever changes. Same sheep. Same hill. Same rocks… WHOOPS!”
The stone... [+]

Once upon a time,
in a leather wallet a little torn,
lived a small, small penny,
his spirit just born.
All his life, he watched money come and go,
bills and coins, smooth paper checks... [+]

“It’s snowing, Macks,” said Jake to his cat.
“Come sit by the fire. Snooze on your mat.
Just look out the window. It’s too cold to play.
Let’s ride my sled on a warmer day.”... [+]