Arturo and Biro go to Camp - Chapter Five
You can carry them in your hands, or you can put them in your pockets" "i don't have any pockets" sighed timothy. "well, you have hands, and a tail, a big spongy tail" said biro. timothy blushed.
Arturo and Biro go to Camp - Chapter Three
"i think the huts have beds in them. wooden bunks. we have to share" timothy smiled at biro. "i'm glad i can share a bed with you" "oh yes, it will be great!" answered biro. "i can sleep with you if you like, art" said friendly.
Let Them Have Cake
"i have scrubbed floors before," kieran said. he would happily clean for the rest of his career, if it would bring a smile back to his weasel. don lazzaro seemed to hesitate. "i don't bake just for gold. i have higher callings...
Have a heart, would you?
Here, i should have..."
Not all giants have it easy
Reed seemed to have seen this confusion. "i plan to have you hold the box for the pre-event. after my welcoming speech, you'll place the box down. we'll shrink you down, then have you join the other volunteers for serving the cake.
Use what you have.
Whats the point in having nothing done with the money you earned and saved if it can't be used to help yourself? "_use what ever you have to live and survive the hatred that fills the world and humans.
What Talents You Have
Use what talents you have to help with the ones you don't." the otter stopped. use what talents you have. use what talents i have! erik you're a genius! samuel hastily put his mug down on the windowsill, patting erik's thigh with gratitude.
'Til We Have Faces
But ... we do not have a choice. you have your orders. and i have my own orders from my own species. we must work together." a nod. and another nod, and a swallow. "and if i may make an observation ... " volga trailed.
Who Would have Guessed?
"the ones you have hidden under you bed. is that what you wanted to tell me?" his voice was serious, and i was staring at my food again, suddenly a six-year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "how long have you known?"
Animal I have Become
"its not your fault," said charlie, "no one could have known this would happen."
What have I done?
#3 of poems the darkness creeps ever closer what have i done to deserve such a bad run? i try and exist with peace and love and all i get is pushed and shoved. to the side by the one i loved.
Ouija’ust Wanted To Have Fun
Tony was too shaken to be the fearless leader we needed him to be, so who else could have done it? "sara, get the salt please. edward, tony. you need to get the candle and sage. i have a plan.