Will these moist trees […]page thy heels

The honey birds gaffle – I'm coming to you soon, I'm coming to you as they leave , and one insect starts to call, and will call all night, with the exact monotonous cheep-cheep of young English house-sparrows in June.

But all the eating up of shoo-fly pie, and the cooking up of gauzy cumuli of pink candy, and the toffeeing of crab apples, couldn't hide the fact that we were winter-bound.

The teacher asked her students to take turns reading the story out loud to the rest of the class.