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Come hop aboard the possum bus! This omnibus takes all of us Mom-possum navigates the trail With whiskered nose and long pink ta ...

BY TERESABATEMAN IllustratedbyGlenAngus ond t Lilly did not want to be vied for. Nor did she want to be fawned over, flattered, ...

Aunt Matilda could usually be depended upon for amazing and magical gifts. Lilly still enjoyed the “cape-o-maid” that allowed he ...

out the window. This might have been the end of Lilly. Fortunately the castle was surrounded by a moat. Plop! Lilly sank into th ...

Soon all the princes took up the game, tossing the frog around like a beanbag. Lilly was just sailing through the air for the fi ...

“Hey,” one of the princes sputtered in relief. “They’re calling us in for the eve- ning meal. You’d better go back to wherever i ...

Fifteen-year-old Tay lives on Rannoch, a distant planet covered with water, where undersea podsorlivingchambersprovidelifesuppor ...

It spoiled everything. With her enhanced eyes, Tay had no difficulty seeing through the dark water. And even if she had been bli ...

took its place. It was an environment that could so easily have defeated off-worlders, but the new people of Rannoch had refused ...

off. It was actually pretty peaceful, after all the fuss, to just let go, just let herself be moved by the sea. The sea wasn’t b ...

The universe was up for grabs. And to prove it, here he was, on his first solo mission in a solar sys- tem that hadn’t been visi ...

huge, forward-facing eyes, a nose instead of gills, and... a weird almost mechanical-looking bulge at the front of its throat. A ...

though, that the creature was in distress. The eyes were beginning to roll back in its head, and the color was leaching out of i ...

Across Moby Dick was one Atlantic and Pacif ic Short formorning Mediterranean Spanish foryes Pekoe and herbal The Pilgrims sail ...

PLANTING WAS XINXIN’S least favorite season. It meant hours of stooping with his knees in the dirt. Worst ofall... “What is this ...

Didi snorted. “As if fancy writing’s any use here.” He gestured toward their village, its brick hovels dwarfed by the surroundin ...

Xinxin’s jaw dropped. The sheet his uncle held was a large, ornate painting, an eighteenth- century portrait of thirteen Ming an ...

The room gasped. “Xinxin!” his mother cried. “But Grandpa’s grandpa protected this painting before,” said Xinxin. ”How can we ho ...

“But Grandpa,” said Lanlan, her face pinched with fright, “there’s no reasoning with the Red Guards. They won’t listen.” “Who sa ...

“You’ve got four,” Xinxin cried and ran next door. Unlatching Granduncle’s gate, he flung it wide. A white streak shot out. Xinx ...