People always talk about good, fresh country air, but I kept getting wiffs of something that was neither good nor fresh but definitely country.

There, close enough to spit on--if I'd been a barbarian and inclined to spit--was the dragon.

Those Grimm brothers," she said with a sigh, "they'll never amount to anything." And she was right because all they ever became was writers.

Mothers are legendary for being able to read the thoughts of their children at just the right moment.

Giannine--What are they going to do: smack me on the head with a pamplet?

Then, early, early, early in the morning-just as in countless Disney films-I heard a rooster crow. But guess what? They don't do it just once.

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