I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna

He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.

I'm not bossy - I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.

. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

You forgot to cough!” he said. “Sorry.” She coughed. “Your sneakiness is dangerous. Next time that chisel will lodge itself in my head.” “Now, Peder, there’s plenty of stone around here for carving. No need to practice on your own face.” He stroked his chin. “You’re right, my jaw is already chiseled to perfection.” She agreed, but she felt too silly to say so aloud.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.