maxwell put up his hand and waited for his teacher, mrs. Gilbert, to notice him. “do you have a question, maxwell?” she asked.
“it’s more like a problem,” maxwell said. “i lost my tooth.”
maxwell stood up and held out his hand to show his class his baby tooth.
The boy was soaking wet. He was standing in a puddle of water. His clothes hung heavy on his body. Suddenly, a sharp razor-like slither of white light blazed above his head and a gravelly rumbling echoed in his ears. Then came another downpour. He pulled his jacket tightly around his body and sneezed noisily.
The sun is up.
That's the way.
Turn up the TV.
Call the police!
Keep the change.
The boy is kind.
The dog is dead.