“Is your homework done?” Mama asked of Wendell. “I can’t do it.” He whined. “I don’t have a pencil.” “Don’t just sit there and cry. That pencil won’t come to you. Solve your problem my child. It is quite simple to do.” Wendell then closed his eyes. He let his thoughts run wild. I thinkContinue reading “THE PENCIL QUEST”
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