And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day

When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.

Everything stinks until it's finished.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

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

There's no limit to how much you'll know, depending how far beyond zebra you go.

Here are some who like to run. They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.