08-13-2019, 10:11 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby had always loved reading. Some of his fondest memories of his father was Crow teaching him his letters and sight words. Some of his favorite books helped shape his personality. Atticus Finch taught him to be polite and kind, the Cheshire Cat taught him to move forward, and the rabbits of Watership Down taught him to stand up for himself. A dozen little lessons dotted his memories, and he’d tried to keep each and every one close to his heart.
When he heard about the reading class, he became excited. He knew that many of his fellow tanglers were illiterate, and he wanted to share the joy that literature had brought him with them. He approached carefully, tapping Wormwood on the shoulder as he addressed Bink. "I could help too," he offered, trying and failing to hide the anticipation in his voice.
When he heard about the reading class, he became excited. He knew that many of his fellow tanglers were illiterate, and he wanted to share the joy that literature had brought him with them. He approached carefully, tapping Wormwood on the shoulder as he addressed Bink. "I could help too," he offered, trying and failing to hide the anticipation in his voice.