Posted in Posted by Elizabeth George Speare

Okay, Emma has returned. For a short time. I wrote a little thing. Just kinda jotting somethin' down.

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    “Excuse me, sir, but have you seen a cute young girl goin’ by the name o’ Anonymous?” Mr. Temper asked the waiter at the restaurant called, “Mr. Miles”, “’Cause she’s my daughter, going crazily through the town.”

    “I may’ve,” the waiter replied, “What’s she look like?”

    “Short, curly, brown hair and hazel eyes. About nine years old, and she’s a little short for ‘er age.”

    “Yep, I saw ‘er.”

    “Do you know where she went?”

    “Naw, but maybe... we can come up with a trap....” said the waiter.

    The two men stood there thinking about how to find the Miss Anonymous.

    “We could put up nets,” said the waiter, “and once someone gets caught in one, we can ask them their name! And if they say, ‘anonymous’, then we’ll know it’s her!”

    “Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!”

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So, there you go. There's just a little thing. I really, don't write anymore... so I'm kinda leaving... but yet kinda staying. If I write something, I WILL post it, but, that won't be often.