so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM

History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep.

Tally, do you ever suffer from sudden flashes of anger or euphoria, countersocial impulses, or feelings of superiority?

Barking hard work, being a boy.

She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.

Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posie. Ashes ashes, we all fall down. Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people... Sadly, though, most experts think this is nonsense... How can I be so sure about this rhyme when all the experts disagree? Because I ate the kid who made it up.

All that glitters is not hovery.