Hans Pierpoint escaped the magician’s trailer. No more days spent with children’s mouths agape in wonder. He will roam free and find his own wonderments.
Wesleyville Stories
Duncan Bartlet
Duncan Bartlet could never do a card trick like his Uncle Cyrus nor fend off the lions with sheer tenacity like Ungle Gunter, but he could wield a paintbrush like none other.
Nick’s Rosy Cheeks
Rosy cheeks buffeted by the blowing snow, Nick walked toward his waiting sleigh. Pulling his heavy jacket close about his face, he prepared for the evening’s journey. Undaunted by the coming weather, he brushed the snow off the cushioned seat and sat, ready saying aloud, “Fly my reindeer into the night. We have gifts to bring to all the world.” Then the sleigh leaped into the starry sky swiftly with purpose it rose until it merged with the twinkly stars.
Snowy Titmouse
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Country Path
Just cresting the bend on his daily walk, Walter Hobbs could barely make out the town common just ahead. It had always fascinated him how he could be walking down a country lane and then appear just inside the town where all the bustle of town life was all around. He looked forward to making […]