Everyone Makes Mistakes Now, thinking of all that snow, and making footprints
and snow angels. Wouldn’t you just hate it if that was taken away from you?
The Deserted Fairground: Chilling or Charming? I just can’t understand why The Deserted Fairground is deserted!
I mean, fair enough, if it wasn’t the name wouldn’t really work but... still.
The Golden Guitar of Silver Strings: Part One Tabatha crept across the crisped floor and winced
as she stepped on a burned piece of wood. She gently pulled the chip of wood
from her fragile paw and found a tiny piece of paper stuck to the back...