Michael Arthur Patterson carefully wrapped silver tissue paper around the 12 red roses in the long white box. He couldn’t see the red or the silver or the white, but he could smell the roses, feel the crinkly texture of the paper, and feel the weight of the box as he carefully handed it to the customer.
“Higher, higher!” Mercy squealed as she flew high into the sky. Kenya laughed. “OK, here goes. You’d better hang on tight!” She pushed again, and Mercy shrieked with laughter, clutching the chains so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Susannah May Farmer stamped her foot. “I’m tired too, Matt! I don’t have time to help you with the barn chores!”
She told Mac about her birthday. “I’m going to be ten years old in two days! Two numbers in my age! Isn’t that cool?
On the way back from the stable, he heard a strange noise and followed his ears until he came to the big tree on the edge of the Farmers’ property next door. Someone was up in the tree, crying!
Susannah May Farmer looked around the big auditorium for her friends. There was such a large crowd there for the concert that it was hard to see anyone she knew. She spotted Kenya and waved
Solomon Nassim El-charif grinned as he listened to Kenya talking to the Sabbath School class. She always sounded so excited about everything.
Michael Arthur Patterson had a whole herd of kangaroos jumping around his insides.
Michael Arthur Patterson tipped his head to one side and ran his fingers over the oddly-shaped piece of wood Mr. Fontaine had just handed him.
