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
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
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