New Releases by Stephen Gammell

In a rainbow-colored station wagon that smelled like a real car, the relatives came. When they arrived, they hugged and hugged from the kitchen to the front room. All summer they tended the garden and ate up all the strawberries and melons. They plucked banjos and strummed guitars.
When they finally had to leave, they were sad, but not for long. They all knew they would be together next summer.

Students, heed this little rhyme:
When it's science project time,
Do not make goop,
or glop,
or grime,
And never mess with
mutant slime.