He's about the size of my fist and lives at the end of my arm.
He speaks with a strange accent and specializes in reciting
non-sense poetry, especially mine.
Oyster Stew
U
Fans Upon the Hill
Two Too Many Two's
Cuts
Teacher's Pets
Gone High Tech
Substitutes
Field Trip
Sand Sandwich
Writers' Workshop
Bad Handwriting
When Chuck Threw Up
Boy With His Head Down
My Journal
Shrinking Teacher