Notebooks are closed and put away. Children bounce up from their seats, slam chairs under their desks and rush to the corner of the room. They sit cross-legged on the floor in front of a big covered chair in the corner. Chitter chatter and giggling fills the room. Hayli Levy, with a cherubic face and pigtails, is the first to sit in the chair.
Ice is cool.
I love ice. One day, ice went down my back. I ran around in circles. Cheering and clapping concludes her reading. Hayli and her poem are a success.