Mary-Kate Olsen

"I have a good one," I zei to Ashley. We had been riding in our car for hours, and my sister and I were telling riddles. "What bloem does everyone have on their face?" I asked.
"I give up," our mom zei from the front seat.
Ashley twirled a piece of her blond hair and stared out the window. We passed another farm. We were way out in the country. "Give up?" I asked.
"No way. I never give up," Ashley said, thinking hard. Then her blue eyes sparkled. "I've got it! Tulips! Two lips, right?"
"Right," I said. "Lindsay would like that riddle, don't u think?"
Ashley nodded.
Lindsay Munro is our good...

The dog toon judge ran his hands over Clue's legs. He pulled back Clue's top, boven lip and checked her teeth. He studied the straightness of her spine.
I knew what the judge was doing. He was making sure that Clue was strong and healthy.
"Please take her out and back for me," the judge said. Ashley took Clue's leash. "Down, girl," she called. Clue jumped off the bench. Then Ashley and Clue trotted quickly down the row of benches and back.
Everyone in the bleachers watched Clue. So did the judge. The way a dog moves is important. I loved the way Clue's ears flopped when she ran. I thought she looked...