Beachside BuddiesAnnie sat in the car beside her father as he drove down Hillcrest Boulevard."Dad, why do you have to go? I thought the convention was two month ago?""Annabelle, I've got a lot of work to do. It's not like I'm running off to enjoy myself and leaving you behind. This is work related. And, yes, the national convention was over the summer; this is just a little business meeting.""But, dad
""No buts! You're going to spend the weekend with Aunt Dixie. Besides, I thought enjoyed spending time at the manor."Annie did like spending time with her aunt, but she had a feeling that this wasn't going to be as much fun as usual. It was Labor Day weekend. That was three days filled with fun for everyone who didn't have to work. For people like Brent and Dixie, however, it was just another day at the grind; usually one of the busiest of the year."Oh fine
" Annie pouted, "
but you better bring me back something nice from wherever you're going!""My meeting is in Scranton. You want a
A Dance Meant for TwoOn my tenth birthday, bandits raided the settlement where I grew up. Everyone I knew, everyone I cared about, was gone. I gathered up what I could and set out on my own. Not surprisingly, I didn't make it very far.The Valerian family, a band of traveling jackals, came across me on the road and was all too happy to give me a ride. The nearest town was nearly two days away, and that was by horse. I don't know what I would have done without their help.I told them what had happened and they took me under their care. They had two pups about my age and Voss and Jenna became my close friends. The family spent a great deal of time traveling all over, and I didn't mind tagging along, so long as I was welcome.I learned all sorts of things from them. They taught me how to be honest, how to lie and how to know which to choose. Voss's dad trained me to use a sword and his mom made me cook and sew. I was grateful to them and did everything I could to be a good son, even if I wasn't their own.Whe
Brush's TaleIn my early years, I was an outcast, and today I am just as lonely, but, in-between, is the story of my life. I have always been of good temper and, even as hated as I was, I found it impossible to say no to those in need. I offered my assistance to anyone who asked and even those who were too proud to. In time, my name became known throughout the land and now I have taken refuge in this old monastery to finish out my days at peace.Oh, but don't get the wrong impression. I am not quite past my prime. I've still got some time left and I can pull my own weight. I'm writing this all so that, one day, someone can know the truth. I have a son, and although he has gone his way in this world, I still think of him. Then, I think of all the hardship that having me as a father must bring him. It must be so hard when everyone expects you to be one thing and what you are is quite another. I should know
My name is Brush Tail. That must strike you as a pretty funny thing to call my self. Afte
MonsterI'm never really naked.I've got nothing to be ashamed of
I put on clothes every day.I pull on a pair of boy shorts and straiten out my bra.I put my pants on, one leg at a time.I tuck in my blouse and put on a jacket.I slip my feet into stockings and zip up my boots.I wear clothes
But I'm not like you.I don't wear clothes because I have to.I wear them because I want to.I want you to like the way I look,So I choose to dress like you.But I'm not like you.I have breasts and lady parts.I have shapely thighs, a nice trim waist; a pretty face.I could do things to you like no one else.But I'm not like you.I'm not a woman.Underneath my clothes, you won't find bare skin.When you rip them from my body, you'll find a beast within.When you sheer away that difference, you won't like what you see.I'll still be me
I'm not like you.
MisunderstoodBut I'm just like you
I can think about things.I have feelings
You sure know how to hurt them!I'm a lot like you!I have a fertile mind.I can react and reason.I'm a detective; I'm good at what I do.I'm a lot like you!You can tickle my paws,and I'll laugh at you!I feel pain and I bleed, too.I'm a lot like you!Don't say I'm a monster,just because I'm different.I wasn't trying to deceive you,Let me have my clothes back!I'm a lot like you!Please, let me get dressed, again.I just want to be your friend!I'm a lot like you!You say that I look weird to you.I'll have you know, you look strange, too!But I'm so much like you!
Airport Insecurity"Rebecca Fife, report to my office!"Robert Fillmore was the head of circulation at the Blackthorn Public Library. Getting called into the boss's office wasn't something anybody looked forward to. Rebecca swallowed the lump in her throat and composed herself before knocking."You wanted to see me, Mr. Fillmore?""Yes, do come in!" The cougar seemed to be in high spirits, a fact that did little to set his guest at ease. He was well known for taking sadistic pleasure in delivering bad news."Are
Are you going to fire me?""Of course not!" he said in surprise. "My dear girl, whatever gave you that idea?""Well, I
I don't know
""Guilty conscience?""No! Nothing like that, sir!""Right
" Fillmore chuckled. "So, you put in an application for attendance to ALA Annual? I've got the answer you've been waiting for."Actually, she had forgotten all about it. Even so, her tail beat back and forth excitedly!"Well, Rebecca, as you know, we can't afford to send everyone who as
Tickling Tired TootsiesThe Thornhurst Library is one of the few private rooms in the manor. It was never open to the public and only Mr. Wolf and Ms. Drake have keys to the door. Wolf has his office there, too, from which he conducts his daily tasks. It's a large room with a low ceiling. The book shelves are arranged in a half circle, all culminating on his desk. As such, he can see down every row and has easy access to anything he pleases.Behind his desk is a small sitting area where he and his wife, Sasha, spend their days off. There are two comfy arm chairs set before a fire place and the two often sit for hours reading to themselves. They only break the silence to share the really good parts and it would seem as if they could be just as happy by themselves.That isn't the case, though. When you love someone, you don't have to say a word; both of you already know. You want that person there with you because just being together makes you happy. That's how it is with Wolf and Sasha. He doesn't mind her com