This book is dedicated to: Police Officers, Firefighters, First Responders, Military, and all people who serve our country. Dear Readers, If you’ve read the first book of this mystery series, “Malaya’s Backyard Mystery,” then you’re all set to read this second book. If you haven’t read the first book, I encourage you to read it
Malaya’s Backyard Mystery By Graycee Babb Age 12 This book is dedicated to: My family: my Mom, Angela Babb, my Dad, Jeff Babb, my Grammie, or “Grams,” Wanda Payne, my Papaw, Jim Payne, my Grandmom, Judy Babb, my Granddad, Wendal Babb, and the rest of my family. My friends: Gracie Lynn Fried, Emeline Hewett, Madalyne
Interra and the Authors When I was a child, my mother told me the story of the Internet. She told me of the Librarian who fought the Authors to bring information to everybody. I will tell you the story as she told me. Many years ago, in the land of Tenenlibris, all information was kept
It was only a matter of time, of course. Once Disney slapped warning labels on the Muppets that certain things about them were “offensive,” their demise was assured. When the pink slips were handed out, though, it took some explaining. Mrs. Piggy (naturally) was the first one to speak up. “FIRED?!? YOU THINK YOU CAN
Having vanquished Thanos and saved the universe, the Avengers found themselves with nothing meaningful to do. Sure, Hulk would go out and smash a few shoplifters now and then, but after a while the ACLU protested (in writing, from a secret location a very long way away) and even that came to an end. Finally,
Transse. That would be the nearest way in our language to say the name of the world he found himself crashed on. This was supposed to be the triumphant return of the United States to space. Years ago, the U.S. had gone to the moon a few times, then everything seemed to go backwards from
Far away and long ago, in the tiny land of Bleshy, lived a nice old man in a nice old cottage, who hoped to live out his last few years in peace. He had raised his children, buried his dear old wife, and was very, very tired. He longed for nothing more than to wander
The Kid. That was the name that Big Will Buckman derisively called Travis Jackson behind his back the night before, to his buddies at the bar. To his face, he dropped the “The,” and just spat out “Kid,” before he added “You should have took my advice, and left town.” Travis just stood his ground,
As the pretty lady hovered over her, the flower in the field knew she had a decision to make. This field had been home to her, and to others before her, for as long as anyone could remember. Each day the sun would rise over the nearby mountains, and the rays would illuminate the dew
Robbie Ryckowski was an ordinary little boy in almost every regard. Yes, other than the fact that he was absent-minded, hyper, bug-eyed, prone to uncontrollable attacks of giggling at all the wrong times, accident-prone, covered in freckles, and with no common sense at all, he was perfectly ordinary. Oh, and did I mention that he