Whirligig


Whirligig
Paul Fleischman
I came to that wooden marching band. I stopped and looked. There was a trumpet, trombone, clarinet, and drum. Birds don't live alone, I told myself. They live in flocks. Like people. People are always in a group. Like that little wooden band. ...more
Paul Fleischman, Whirligig

Paul Fleischman
It was a figure of a whale, with a white triangle that was supposed to be its spray. The spray moved up and down above the blowhole. On top of the spray sat a black-haired woman.
Paul Fleischman, Whirligig

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