Fitting In

All this time I thought it was my fault that I couldn’t figure out how to fit in. But now I see. You can’t ever fit in like a number or a letter, because friendship’s not a puzzle or a cipher. There’s no answer that you get right or wrong. You don’t “get” friends. You are one. You have one.

This is Not a Werewolf Story by Sandra Evans

Ranch Horses

He thought of the horses at Grandpa’s ranch. Three of them in all. One was called Cropper after the horse of the famous cowboy Bill Pickett. Another horse, a dapple gray, got his name from Grandpa. Grandpa said the horse talked to him, so he named him Palaver. Black Lightning, the youngest of the tree, belonged to Justin whenever Justin visited the ranch. Justin called him Black and called Palaver, Pal.

Justin and the Best Biscuit in the World by Mildred Pitts Walter
Justin and the Best Biscuits in the World by Mildred Pitts Walter