Meme stolen from Ms Frisby

[ryalyn_kylene]

• Grab the nearest book.
• Open the book to page 56.
• Find the fifth sentence.
• Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
• Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

The Spelling Bee buzzed dangerously in and out of range of the Humbug's wildly swinging cane as they menaced and threatened each other, and the crowd stepped back out of danger.

"There must be some other way to--" began Milo.  And then he yelled, "WATCH OUT," but it was too late.

There was a tremendous crash as the Humbug in his great fury tripped into one of the stalls, knocking it into another, then another, then another, then another, until every stall in the market place had been upset and the words lay scrambled in great confusion all over the square.

The bee, who had tangled himself in some bunting, toppled to the ground, knocking Milo over on top of him, and lay there shouting, "Help!  Help!  There's a little boy on me"  The bug sprawled untidily on a mound of squashed letters and Tock, his alarm ringing persistently, was buried under a bile of words.