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Story 241

Ross

After Ross welded the railing and scraped away the dross, he shined it

to a sparkling gloss. Yet his boss was cross. He yelled, “ Shoddy

workmanship will make me take a loss!” Then he came at Ross.

But Ross flew off like an albatross, swinging to safety on a live oaks

flossy Spanish Moss.

Change: no apostrophe after oak.

Story 242

Embossed

On a street that she crossed,

Jen-nel slipped on some frost,

Then again on a step mossed.

And thus, her dignity was lost,

What is worse, now she has her head, embossed