Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!

I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Writing simply means no dependent clauses, no dangling things, no flashbacks, and keeping the subject near the predicate. We throw in as many fresh words we can get away with. Simple, short sentences don't always work. You have to do tricks with pacing, alternate long sentences with short, to keep it vital and alive.... Virtually every page is a cliffhanger--you've got to force them to turn it."~

In the places I go there are things that I see that I never could spell if I stopped with the Z.

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.