The salty breeze sneaks through the open porthole and tickles my cheek.
I stretch in bed as my house, a boat, gently rolls from side to side. It is morning on the Biscayne Bay.
I climb the ladder from my bedroom to the upper deck where my sister is eating, bathed in sparkling sunshine. I see blue water hugging Florida’s shores, and Dad strolling up our splintery pier. He has a container of bait in his hand. We are going fishing!
We wave goodbye to our seagulls, busy scavenging the pier for garbage the tourists left behind. Our house takes off toward open water. My sister and I play cards and watch for dolphins while Mom and Dad find the perfect spot to drop anchor.
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Anna Goes on Vacation
Anna packed her pajamas and slippers. Her toothbrush was in her backpack, too. And her favorite book.
Mortimer the Miserable
Mortimer the Magic Hat could make almost anything appear.
Shelby The Shy
My name is Shelby, and I’m shy.
A Castle Around The Corner
Every day, my dad, my sister Jocelyn, and I walk our dog, Strawberry.
Wandering Willie
After he ate his breakfast of hay and oats, Willie the donkey had nothing to do. He galloped across his small pasture and rolled in the dirt. “Ah-choo!” The dirt made Willie sneeze. So he looked around for something better to do.
Journey
Cardboard boxes, tape and string— stick them all together and you have a new thing:
Where's The Rain?
“I’m hot,” said a bee, buzzing slowly by a tree.
The Watermelon Seed
Once there was a watermelon seed. It was smooth and black and shiny. It lay under the moist, soft brown earth.
Sounds Of Spring
All over the world, birds announce the spring with their own unique sounds. In the Eastern European country of Ukraine, the stork and the cuckoo have especially strange ways to welcome spring.
Two for One
Petey, my next-door neighbor, called to me from his front porch. I sat on the steps next to him and watched him play his new guitar.
