I Believe That Reading Widely Is The

A Spark Can Become A Flame, A Flame A Fire.

Whether You Are A Twelve-year-old Princess Or A Twelve-year-old Regular Kid, You Need To Know You Are Loved And Respected.

Give Me A Hot Coal Glowing Bright Red, Give Me An Ember Sizzling With Heat, These Are The Jewels Made From My Beak. We Fly Between The Flames And Never Get Singed We Plunge Through The Smoke And Never Cringe. The Secrets Of Fire, Its Strange Winds, Its Rages, We Know It All As It Rampages Through Forests, Through Canyons, Up Hillsides And Down. We Track It. We'll Find It. Take Coals By The Pound. We'll Yarp In The Heart Of The Hottest Flame Then Bring Back Its Coals An Make Them Tame. For We Are The Colliers Brave And Beyond All We Are The Owls Of The Colliering Chaw!

Our Lives Are Just Spectacles. We Are Like Dolls, In A Sense, To Be Observed And Played With - Often With Cruel And Deceitful Intentions - In An Unreal World.

I Am Ashamed Of Anyone Who Has Eyes And Still Can't See.