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WEEK 303
"Mary wiped her face with a paper towel. "That's the last straw! The next time I see those Ricker kids, I'm going to..."

...ask how the heck they managed to leave so much of that bale behind." Chuckling softly, the cheerful custodian picked up the dustpan. Dumping the last of the debris into the trash, Mary pushed her cart out the gym door, down the hall, and around the corner to the cafeteria.

Bent over a table, Mr. Tibly was wiping up a sticky orange puddle. The principal looked up when he heard the custodian's squeaky cart wheels.

"So, Mary. What s the good word?" Eyes alight, the custodian whispered, "Well, Mr. Principal, how about 'Trick or..."

"Treat?" he finished for her, kissing her right on the nose.

"Well! Happy Halloween, Mr. Tibly!"

"And a Happy Halloween to you too, Mrs. Tibly!"

by Ric Hardson, USA

...ask them if they'll run down to Super King to pick me up another box. You like bendy straws, right?"

I was as sweaty-hot as Mary was. She didn't give me a paper towel, so I wiped my forehead with my hand.

Mary, Gramma's next door neighbor, made the world's best lemonade. She walked with a cane and she never went outside.

Sipping and nodding, I gulped down my icy lemonade. "I'll go to the store for you, Mary."

"Okay, Sugar Britches."

Faster than a frog's tongue, her arm snaked out, grabbing me by one suspender as I headed toward the kitchen door. "Okay in a few YEARS, Sugar Britches. You seem to forget you're not allowed past Gramma's house because you're still four years old."

by Daphne Rice, Portland, OR

...make them catch every one of those insects they let out. I've only got six of them and there were ten! I've been walking in circles trying to find the others. I'm hot and tired!"

"Don't worry. It'll be all right!"

"Don't worry? I have to worry. These bugs are on the loose!"

"Oh, they're just bugs that are going around. I'd stay out of their way then they can't catch you. And to tell you the truth, it's better that you don't catch any more bugs this winter!"

by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New Zealand

...call the police. This has gone too far." She threw the egg-drenched towel into the garbage can. When she had moved to this neighbourhood a year and a half ago the neighbours had not exactly been friendly but at least they were leaving her alone. The vandalism and attacks had only started in the last few months.

"Maybe now you'll come to the marches and the sit-ins with me." Her brother Joe said for the third time this week.

"I just want to be left alone. I want my privacy." Though she had to admit that she was more and more interested in joining him every day. She couldn't just sit back anymore and let others fight for her rights.

by AR Colton, Pacific North West, North America