A Fickle Heart Is The Only Constant

Mr. Crossley Suddenly Wondered Why He Was Why He Was Worrying About The Note. It Was Only A Joke, After All. He Cleared His Throat. Everyone Looked Up Hopefully. 'somebody,' Said Mr. Crossley, 'seems To Have Sent Me A Halloween Message.' And He Read Out The Note: 'someone In This Class Is A Witch.' 6b Thought This Was Splendid News. Hands Shot Up All Over The Room Like A Bed Of Beansprouts. 'it's Me, Mr. Crossley!' 'mr. Crossley, I'm The Witch!' 'can I Be The Witch, Mr. Crossley?' 'me, Mr. Crossley, Me, Me, Me!

I Am A Total Zombie Just After I Wake Up. It Takes Me Half An Hour Even To Get My Eyes Open. Ask Anyone Who Knows Me. I Can't See; I Can't Talk Properly; I Can't Do Anything Without Help. The Only Think I Can Do Properly Is Think. And I Know How To Exploit My Condition. I've Had Years Of Practice.

I Don’t Think I Will Get Married,” Polly Said As She Stood Up. “i’m Going To Train To Be A Hero Instead.

Small Man Can Be A Very Funny Or A Very Tiresome Tour Companion, Depending On How This Kind Of Thing Grabs You. He Gambles, He Drinks Too Much And He Always Runs Away. Since The Rules Allow Him To Make Jokes, He Will Excuse His Behaviour In A Variety Of Comical Ways. Physically He Is Stunted And Not At All Handsome, Although He Usually Dresses Flamboyantly. He Tends To Wear Hats With Feathers In. You Will Discover He Is Very Vain. But, If You Can Avoid Smacking Him, You Will Come To Tolerate If Not Love Him. He Will Contrive, In Some Cowardly Way, To Play A Major Part In Saving The World.

This Is The Mythosphere. It's Made Up Of All The Stories, Theories And Beliefs, Legends, Myths And Hopes, That Are Generated Here On Earth. As You Can See, It's Constantly Growing And Moving As People Invent New Tales To Tell Or Find New Things To Believe. The Older Strands Move Out To Become These Spirals, Where Things Tend To Become Quite Crude And Dangerous. They've Hardened Off, You See.