Poor Strangers, They Have So Much To

All Our Land Was Enriched With My Treasures Buried In It, Thickly Inhabited Just Below The Surface With My Marbles And My Teeth And My Colored Stones, All Perhaps Turned To Jewels By Now, Held Together Under The Ground In A Powerful Taut Web Which Never Loosened, But Held Fast To Guard Us.

All Cat Stories Start With This Statement: "my Mother, Who Was The First Cat, Told Me This...

I Would Have To Find Something Else To Bury Here And I Wished It Could Be Charles.

I Assume Then, That You Have No Real Faith In The Fondness Any Of The Rest Of Us May Feel For You?''none,' Said Mrs. Halloran.

Am I Walking Toward Something I Should Be Running Away From?