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Finicky Mrs. Wren

Back and forth all day she flits /
and through the hole in their house she fits / not just each different thing she brings /but herself too, making sure each thing / is put in its proper place inside / until she's finally satisfied.

Something Wild

At the back of the boxcar, something small and almost human crouched in the dimness. The creature wasn’t in a cage. Whenever Henry’s father locked this animal behind bars, it screeched so loudly that Henry begged for it to be let out.

Let Her Run

The moment I saw Artie Ranberg, I knew there was something special about him. Fresh off the bus for my first day at Traverse City High, he stood at the front of a queue of upperclassmen, shaking hands and welcoming all of us freshmen to our new...