It was a lovely day, Bridget thought, a lovely day to spend with friends.
Limericks by Edward LearBlock print illustrations by JooHee Yoon
Late one night, Sun and Moon decided to chase a shooting Star. They’d never seen Star up close, and tonight seemed like a good night for it.
Hello, good evening. I am the cat. I like to roam the night.
A few weeks ago, I took a trip to Mexico.
Tear along the perforation and unfold. Hold a light source up to the backside of the underwater scene to reveal creatures hiding in the depths.
I was visiting my grandparents in the old house…“We should have some cake after dinner.”“You need to think about your heart.”
It was a strange time to be alive. Things moved fast. Everyone was in a hurry. Nobody looked where they were going. Or into each other’s eyes.
To say he wasn’t having fun would be imprecise.
When it began, I do not know. If I kept a journal or a diary, as some of you do, perhaps then I would know. But I don’t, and so I don’t. When the cold began to pursue me.
