Hairy Harry

No Warning

Hairy Harry   Harry absorbed the aura of disinfectant and chalk dust.  Where would he be tonight?  He was always afraid as the holidays began.  Snotty Steve’s grubby hand shot up.  “Me, Miss, me!” Harry trembled.  The teacher decided his fate. “Gemma’s turn,” she smiled, handing the hamster’s cage to a gentle girl....

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Ann McGonnell
Ann McGonnell
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