In the Mystic Orchard, beneath the sun’s Golden gleam, Lived two apple siblings, a brother-sister team. Phoebe and Phillip, with peelss so bright, Their hearts full of love, their spirits light.

One day to the orchard, a new fruit came, A banana bright and yellow, Billy was his name. But Johnny Appleseed, with a heart so cruel, Bullied poor Billy, made him feel like a fool.

"Your peel's too long, and you're far too yellow, You don’t belong here, weird fellow! ‘’ he bellowed. Billy felt alone, in this apple-filled space, Wishing for a friend, in this big orchard place.

Then came Phoebe and Phillip, with courage so grand, They stood by Billy, they took a firm stand. "Johnny, stop this," they said with a plea, "We're all fruits here, let's live in harmony."

They spoke of kindness, of friendship and fun, Of how bullying hurts, and can't be undone. They told Johnny Appleseed, "It's never too late, To change your ways and choose a kinder fate."

Johnny's eyes opened, now wide with concern, And in his apple heart, a great lesson was learned. He made amends to Billy, with tears in his eyes, "I never should have said those things, and I apologize."

From that day on, the orchard was merry, No more was the atmosphere ever so scary. Billy, Phoebe, Phillip, and even Johnny too, Proved that friendship and kindness always ring true.

So let this fable of fruits be a guide, To stand up to bullies, with friends by your side. For in Mystic Orchard, or any place you roam, Friendship will blossom where kindness is sewn.

Peter’s mother told him not to wander out of her sight One day Peter saw a butterfly Dancing Enchanting Enticing him with it’s smile spread on it’s back Peter snuck out of the house to inspect it further He went way out in the field Until he could not see the house anymore While he was running his foot catches on uneven ground He falls and fills the air with silent screams The last thing he remembered was hearing a loud snap As the world went dark

Did you hear the one about the hare and the tortoise? Is it a lesson in perseverance? Slow and steady leads to success Haste always leads to failure The braggadocio get their comeuppance Fables are another word lies The lesson is Hares are bigger brawny bunnies And no one knows the difference between a tortoise and a turtle And the only truth is lies well told with characters familiar yet exotic Last forever

The shelves lining the library are full of so many different books. Books of different colors, different shapes, and sizes. Each individual book has its own unique structure and personality, each is loved by different people and has changed many lives. Some books tell funny stories while others tell of our history, yet they all have their own place and meaning. If we treated each other in the same fashion as books, not caring about the size or color and shape of it but instead on what is inside we’d see how much value we all individually have. We’d learn more about the history, the funny and all in between. We’d see the purpose we all hold separately and perhaps we’d even value each other a little more.

A young maiden no more than ten had cooked up quite a fable

She phoned her gran up in Spokane who said, "Come when you're able!"

An aeronaut the girl was not though she did catch a flight

While dressed in red upon her head a hood sat cinched real tight

She landed safe but at the gate the girl was swiftly cautioned

"Be careful, lassie the world has baddies and you're too young for coffins"

The lass agreed she was in need of extra prudent steps

Without discretion an unlearned lesson might fill her with regret

To Granny's home sans chaperone the brave girl traveled far

And though the bus was vivacious the girl longed for a car

A step or eight up to the gate twelve more up to the door

"Hello!" said she with knocks times three "I've come from Baltimore!"

"Err, yes, come in my tiny kin!" A voice inside replied

The girl came in saw granny's chin and shivered at the sight

"What hair you have" said the young lass her tone a touch repulsed

"Well, that's just rude there little dude you shame me on impulse"

"Oh me, oh my you've such big eyes!" the young lass blithered on

Old granny groused and shook her snout "I've been this way since dawn!"

"Since dawn?" asked Red with growing dread "Since dawn?" she asked again

While on the plane bored and constrained she'd whipped out her good pen

She'd edited a few pages altered her story's lead

That character she'd dressed in fur was never to be freed

Young Red confessed with great distress "It's as my book describes"

Granny went pail "I have a tail because of your mind's eye?"

"Please do not fear my grandma, dear I'm sure I can make edits

And when you share this short-lived scare be sure to give me credit"

Surprise, surprise Writer's demise Lil' red ran out of luck

No artistry was left to weave her writer's mind was stuck

And so, dear friend we've reached the end of quite a silly yarn

Sometimes we write with such great might we cause loved ones alarm

The wolf who cries, Is a wolf who thrives. Small, but hungry. Calculated, yet naive.

Warm to the touch, But cold to the bone. He who cries Has you wrapped around their finger. Like a snake coils the very ground below her soul.

The wolf who cries, Is a wolf who climbs And never comes back down.

The dog Returns to its vomit Only to get sick again

The dog With a new name and family Lives a new life

Wolf he cried And soon did he regret Because he had just lied And his friends wouldn’t be content

“I told you so” Is never the right thing to say And it will come back at you With fierce indigestion That burns and reeks and lingers And gives you bad dreams That wake you in tremors The regret perched on your chest An oversized inky crow Beak pecking your face and neck

Watch your back The urge to gloats sneaks behind And infects you, seeing beneath Your weak porous skin A bubbling foul potion simmering In your veins, transforming you Into a floating ugly ogre Smirking as the words tickle tongues Ha ha, ha ha, na na na na na na A terrible anthem

It feels good at first, like a drug But soon your breath sours You look in the mirror and see The clouded air is greenish yellow From your mouth to the glass You reform, you vow, You are not that person You will never say that again It ruins your soul, your pure self See, I told you so

Together they start They get the same chance The tortoise was slow And the hare—pretty fast The tortoise is humble The hare—he’s too proud In fact he decided ‘Eh I’ll lay down’ The tortoise walked past him So quiet, so slow Then the hare woke and thought ‘He’s at the end of the road!’ He ran and he ran But he couldn’t catch up Next thing he knows The tortoise was done! Humiliated and defeated The hare finally knows That life is a race that is best taken slow.