God Help Us For We

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

What Stands If Freedom Fall?

Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers For So Long That She Could Not Part With It.

A Black Shadow Dropped Down Into The Circle. It Was Bagheera The Black Panther, Inky Black All Over, But With The Panther Markings Showing Up In Certain Lights Like The Pattern Of Watered Silk. Everybody Knew Bagheera, And Nobody Cared To Cross His Path, For He Was As Cunning As Tabaqui, As Bold As The Wild Buffalo, And As Reckless As The Wounded Elephant. But He Had A Voice As Soft As Wild Honey Dripping From A Tree, And A Skin Softer Than Down.

Delight In The Little Things.