On one days in the park was alone with his cat in January mournful domino
He was terrified, he always thought when you are alone there's ghosts but that is obviously not as & his cat was there so that could notread the short story
Berend Bear walked through the woods.
Suddenly they saw a Jos de Vos.
Berend Bear said to him: Hi Jos de Vos.
Jos de Vos said: Hi Berend Bear! It is nice here huh? So in the forest.
Yes Bear said Berend.
It is a amazing weather.read the short story
For the first time my major to the school, Lisa find it exciting. Mama Lisa is awake early, because they must have a bath. Lisa tells Mama that they has abdominal pain. Lisa does not need to say mama, That is because the nerves. Lisa does not know what nerves are, & asks Mom, what are nerves?read the short story
One fine day, as God walking through paradise as he thought: 'I welcome what I have created, but I think the world is not quite perfect.read the short story
A Fox invited a Stork to dinner, at which the only fare provided was a large flat dish of soup. The Fox lapped it up with great relish, but the Stork with her long bill tried in vain to partake of the savoury broth. Her evident distress caused the sly Fox much amusement. But not long after the Stork invited him in turn, and set before him a pitcher with a long and narrow neck, into which she could get her bill with ease.read the short story
Certain -houses, like certain persons, manage somehow to proclaim at once
their character for evil. In the case of the latter, no particular
feature need betray them; they may boast an open countenance and an
ingenuous smile; and yet a little of their company leaves the
unalterable conviction that there is something radically amiss with
their being: that they are evil.read the short story
The bell rang furiously and, when Miss Parker went to the tube, a furious voice called out in a piercing North of Ireland accent:
"Send Farrington here!"
Miss Parker returned to her machine, saying to a man who was writing at a desk:
"Mr. Alleyne wants you upstairs."read the short story
The grey warm evening of August had descended upon the city and a mild warm air, a memory of summer, circulated in the streets. The streets, shuttered for the repose of Sunday, swarmed with a gaily coloured crowd.read the short story
THE cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered in clumps to watch the cars careering homeward and through this channel of poverty and inaction the Continent sped its wealth and industry.read the short story
High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the
Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine
gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby
glowed on his sword-hilt.
He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a
weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to
gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite soread the short story
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An elder sister came to visit her younger sister in the country.
The elder was married to a tradesman in town, the younger to a
peasant in the village. As the sisters sat over their tea talking,
the elder began to boast of the advantages of town life: saying how
comfortably they lived there, how well they dressed, what fine
clothes her children wore, what good things they ate and drank, andread the short story