When he was 6, Bill’s parents moved the family to Ohio. It was while his family was living in Ohio that Bill first began drawing cartoons and comics. When he was in fourth grade, he wrote a letter to his idol, cartoonist Charles Schultz

Clarissa gazed out the window as the carriages and wagons made their lazy way through town. “Here you go!” called Mr. Denton, the manager of the telegraph office. Clarissa turned around to see him holding out the message she had been sent to pick up.

The band of elves huddled together as they walked through the dark forest. Warily they traveled, always on the lookout for the evil troll that made these woods his home. Every hooting owl, every rustling branch made them jump in surprise.

Whistling, rustling through the trees, Branches swaying in the breeze. Colorful diamonds aloft in the sky, Swooping, diving, in circles they fly. Gusty, blustery, air-swept day Pushed up, pulled down, every which way.

I’ll always remember that Christmas that we visited my Aunt Olivia. She lived all the way across the country, so my family had to fly to visit her. It was my first time ever on an airplane. Of course, plane travel is a lot more common now than it was in my day.

Grasshopper sat lazily in the sun, watching as Ant hauled crumbs of food down the path to his anthill. “Aren’t you going to gather some food for the coming winter?” Ant asked curiously. “I’m not in the mood for all that work,” he replied with a laugh. “Besides, I’m sure I’ll have no problem finding food during winter!”

The woodcutter tromped through the forest, weary from the long day of chopping down trees. His eyes were peeled, however, for the evil witch whose woods these were. If she knew he had invaded her kingdom, there would be a punishment to pay, no doubt!

Amanda and Peter enter the room. Amanda drops her bag on the couch. }

Amanda (angrily): I knew we were going to be late! I am so embarrassed!

Peter: I didn’t know there’d be so much traffic

Crow was not always black. In fact, time was that Crow had feathers that were all the colors of the rainbow. He was proud of his plumage – too proud, as a matter of fact. He spent all day long boasting about how he was the most beautiful creature in the forest

Crow was not always black. In fact, time was that Crow had feathers that were all the colors of the rainbow. He was proud of his plumage – too proud, as a matter of fact. He spent all day long boasting about how he was the most beautiful creature in the forest

Ol’ Mike Walker was the toughest, orneriest cowpoke west of the Mississippi. Folks tell of the time that he wrestled an 80-foot rattlesnake, squeezing all the venom out of that varmint until he was as a tame as a lamb. And Mike did that when he was just six years old!

I loved visiting my grandmother, especially at holiday time. I can picture her – in the kitchen, kneading out dough for her famous apple pie. I’d sit at the kitchen table and peel apples, her humming her favorite tune and me swinging my legs in time.

Monkey was a born trickster. He loved pulling pranks on the other creatures in the forest. Whenever one of the animals would fall for one of his practical jokes, his boisterous laugh could be heard echoing through the trees – car-car-car! One bright day, though, the joke was on him.

When I was 11, my family moved from the small town that I had grown up in, relocating to and even smaller town – East Lakefield. I was devastated about leaving all of my friends, friends that I went fishing with, played hide-and-seek with, laid on the grass and gazed at the clouds with.

Austin steered his hovercraft into his driveway, bringing it slowly to a stop. He hopped down and headed to his front door. As he stood in front of the door, sensor above the doorjamb emitted a beam of light, scanning his eyes. Once Austin’s identity was verified, his door clicked open.