Fox Book Reviews

 HELLO! HELLO! I have an important announcement to make! Yesterday I met a very cooperative toad named Ted!

 I'm so sorry I haven't been posting. Here's a poem for you: Leaf Fall Crimson leaves fall to the ground as if nothing is wrong.  Their nearly silent crinkling is something more like a song.  Snow falls down in silent waves, too early for Fall. In a big world, everything makes you feel so small.  The shame, the anger, and aggression too, the rage, the horrible hate,  That people bring with them everywhere, makes the love a little bit late.