A Helping Hand
“I am getting old,” Uncle Cecil remarked to Aurora Fox, his voice laced with concern. “My eyesight is failing me,…
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“I am getting old,” Uncle Cecil remarked to Aurora Fox, his voice laced with concern. “My eyesight is failing me,…
A. Tree was walking through the streets of Storyland, one sunny but cool autumn day. He was handing out his…
Subway Sam was getting off the subway in Toronto, Ontario at the Bloor Street station. He saw a group of…