samslater
The old man opened his robe and held the magic wand between his wrinkled fingers. He looked at the young boy and once again conjured a bear.
Just a small speck on the sun is what they were aiming for immediately prior to the knock. The sun was his first sight as he awoke also.
"Choose a different place to sit!"
The scream startled passers-by. At least it would have done if they cared.
I looked upon her pretty face,
Thought I that she could see me now,
For all I'm worth and all I seek,
Apart a week, too long; I see
The spot that did embellish,
The side of her cheek.