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WEEK 312
As Frankie tried to wrestle the door open, the old house was filled with a thunderous voice saying, "You'll never..."

...get that dog poop off your shoe!"

The housekeeper, back against the door, bellowed, "I've just mopped and you're not going to make a mess again."

Relenting, Frankie removed his black dress shoes and slinked into the foyer. "Just so you know, George is right behind me, and his shoes are covered."

"Well, he can just wait outside until the Obama's get here."

by Jennifer Schumaker, Escondido, CA, USA

...be free of me. I created you. I filled your head with music and your pockets with money. I fed you the song that made you famous. Don't you remember that dirty street corner in Jersey all those years ago?" Frankie froze as the voice of a childhood friend was plucked out of his memory and replayed for him. "In our neighborhood, there are only three ways out: the army, the mob or become a star. Can you sing Frankie?"

That same day he'd pledged out loud, to the sky, to give anything in exchange for becoming a star and getting out of the slums. He remembered the man with the strange blue eyes who stepped out of the alley and said, "Anything Frankie, are you sure?"

Now, turning around and looking into his agent's blue eyes he realized it hadn't been God who'd answered his prayers that day.

by Crystal, California

...enter here! I've heard all about you!!"

"What have you heard?"

"Everything!"

"What?--What do you mean?"

"Everything is everything! I've heard all about you - everything!"

"How could you? I've only just arrived."

"You spent an hour out in my garden, walking around and mumbling. I know everything. It twas heard, seen and I was told..."

"But there was no one in the garden... how could you hear... everything?"

"Did you not know that the corn has ears, the potatoes have eyes and the beanstalk?"

by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New Zealand