I wrote about a bird that cleaned a crocodile's teeth. The story was so good that my teacher could not believe that a ten-year-old could write that well. I was even punished because my teacher thought I'd lied about writing it! I had always loved to write, but it was then that I realized that I had a talent for it.

It's a long hard road ahead for you, little warrior. Enjoy a happy day while you can. —Boldred

Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it's the warrior who wields it.

Friend is a very small word, A little sound we make, For one who is true, one who will do, Great deeds for friendship's sake.

In our imaginations we can go anywhere. Travel with me to Redwall in Mossflower country.

Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.