Hark! We have heard tales sung of the great storm, And the raindrops that fell like cold, wet spears, how they smothered the unshining sun! There was Sally, sitter of stools, Batter of baseballs, brave in the outfield. The Warrior of Little League had fallen far! Slumped stool-sitter, and hater of sitting in stools, Wisher at the window, watching the whale-road deepen with water. A boy-child and her brother, I had before been bird-chaser, Bare-footed…

You must be so tired! That day was your day. You went to Great Places! You went off and away! You had brains in your head. You had feet in your shoes. And you steered yourself In directions you'd choose. You went on your own. And you knew what you knew. And you were the one who would pick what to do. You walked up and down streets. Looked them over with care. Some you…

THAT’S COMPOSTABLE YOU KNOW I’m sorry? POST-IT NOTES ARE ACTUALLY COMPOSTABLE SO YOU SHOULDN’T THROW THEM OUT Who is this? I AM THE LORAX the what I SPEAK FOR THE TREES okay well thanks for the advice   DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN ALSO COMPOST YOUR OWN HAIR I didn’t know that YOU CAN SO ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE THOSE POST-ITS OUT OF THE TRASH THEN   DID YOU…