“I want uppy, too.” The Bean pouted and stuck his thumb into his mouth. “How about if we put you in charge of Buddy?” Mom asked. She winked at Lizzie and Charles. They all knew Buddy was so well behaved that he didn't really need anyone[…]

An MMP can easily become an impossible-to-complete reality simulator.

I don't like this tune, and I'm rather tired, so I think I'll just sit it out.

[…] this fakir was doing a big business, as was shown by the fact that he could afford to hire a barker, who cried continually at the full strength of his lungs: Come up now, and try your luck! […]