Her parents started a blog called 50 Homes in 50 States and chronicled their moving adventures. It was their quest to live in each of the fifty states at least once. NTB

At that moment, a long silver thread snaked upward to pull Tuesday into the air.  She pulled it back and tucked it firmly into her pajama pocket then continued typing.  She wrote, But just as Baxterr was no ordinary dog, Tuesday was no ordinary daughter.  She was determined to find her mother, no matter what it took.  NTB

“You can do it,” Gen said. “The odds are in your -” Nate never heard what was said next.  At exactly the same time, the brightest flash of light and crack as loud as the voice of God shook Nate’s world. And then as if the hand of God grabbed him by the hand, twirled him up and around, and flung him at the feet of the King of Dinosaurs. NTB

The fox came to alert, ready for the familiar game. His boy would throw the toy, and he would track it down - a feat the boy always seemed to find remarkable. He would retrieve the toy and wait with it in his mouth until the boy found him and took it back to toss again. NTB 

Suddenly, there was movement from inside the booth, and the sleeping old man sprang to life. Before Hugo could run, the old man grabbed his arm. NTB 

The manatee was a bit like a big, rubbery slug, yet there was something irresistibly loveable about it. “I’ve named him Airuwe,” Manuela said, “and I’m going to take care of him and put him back in the river when he’s grown.” NTB

A Danish farmer with any sense at all would do well to recognize that his barn could be home to a nisse, and should that be the case, he’d best stay on the Nisse’s good side. NTB 

I can’t take care of the farm by myself and teach you. And your mama’s too tired to do much of any of those things right now. So you’re going to have to go back to school. Starting on Monday. NTB 

Global Protection Force is an organization of young secret agents who aim to protect the world’s people, places and possessions.  NTB

Whenever he took something from a geocache, he always left a blue rubber band behind- his own signature swag. But stretch the band far enough, and a message would appear: SWAG COURTESY OF SIRMAPSALOT. NTB

When Bridgette has her service-dog pack on, she knows she is on duty. The bright red pack has a patch that says, “Please don’t pet me. I’m working.”

I could stand up, but the boat is rolling and tumbling so much that I would probably fall over and bump into one of the fisherman.  They are already grumpy about having a ten year old on their boat.  They think it’s bad luck to have a child on board.  Even worse luck if she is a girl.  NTB