Kathy M. Parker
Fred Freckle
by Kathy M. Parker

All I want is a freckle, and all I find is everything else! I just want
one. Just one! There is bound to be a freckle on me somewhere.
Now if I can only find it!
Germ Boy by Kathy M. Parker

My Mom always asks, “Did you wash your hands?”  
I always tell her, “Of course!”  
She tells me if I don’t wash I’ll turn into Germ Boy.
A boy made out of germs?  
Now isn’t that the craziest thing you’ve ever heard?