Sometimes I can't sleep. That's because of the bear under the bed.

One night, the bear was breathing hard.

When he breathed in, the bed lifted up off the floor.

When he breathed out, the ...  [+]

Tracy Jo Freely climbed a tree one day. A plum tree. The big plum tree at the end of Miro Street.
"When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later.
"Never," said Tracy Jo.
He ...  [+]

The children don't understand.

The sweets they pine for are not squeezed from the machine with stripes intact. No—they must be painted on, by hand, with so much care. It is almost unimaginable, the ...  [+]