For-mi-da-ble: inspiring respect or wonder because of size, strength or ability
"Formidable," Murphy says to his cat, Mousetrap. "The Formidable Four. That's us, MT. What do you think about that?"
Bobby skipped down the stairs. Bright yellow posters hung on the posts on either side of the dock. Dan handed him a stack of the yellow papers. Bobby read the top one carefully. He traced his finger over every word: "Kids. Fishing Derby. August 30, 1957. First Prize: New Bike."
The seating on the bus is different this year. That’s because Raedawn and I and Sherry and Steve crossed the line.
"You deaf?" Albert hollered. "You got trouble hearing plain English, white boy?"
"Hey, man," Jeff said. "Murphy's my cousin."
"You know how to play soccer?" Albert said.
"Not really" was all Murphy could say.
No Time to Say Goodbye
"Only very special human children want to play with sasquatches…"
Working with Wool
Where I come from, kids are divided into two groups. White kids on one side, Indians, or First Nations, on the other. Sides of the room, sides of the field, the smoking pit, the hallway, the washrooms; you name it. We're on one side and they're on the other. They live on one side of the Forks River bridge, and we live on the other side. They hang out in their village, and we hang out in ours.
