![]() ![]() The edges of the other’s vision grew blurry and black. Hans was cut off by a particularly hard squeeze just under his Adam’s apple. “You care about her sure…” he sucked in a few breaths (damn, it was hard to breathe) “but everyone in this godforsaken kingdom cares about her, about everybody. Hans opened his mouth, risking another slam against the wall. And fifth, he knew when other people he has observed a few times before lie. Fourth, his ability to lie without thinking, excuses and stories rolled off his tongue much easier than the truth did. Third, his charm it made strangers trust and be attracted to him and stay that way for a long while. Second, he knew when other people joined or left a room or general area. First and foremost, his looks he looked nothing like his father and hardly of his mother and turned out handsome. “I love her, just because you don’t understand that doesn’t mean it’s not true.” “Are you so terr…terrified of facing the fact that you don’t love Anna that you can’t even see her anymore?” A harsher squeeze. Kristoff’s hand moved to the base of the prisoner’s throat, squeezing just enough to make him uncomfortable. His head spun, and Hans swore he heard his skull crack. “Shouldn’t you be having afternoon tea with Anna and Elsa?” Hans glanced at the sun’s position on the wall. “I do care about Anna, no matter what you say or how you psychoanalyze me.” “I don’t have the patience for your mockery now,” he warned. His head, however, strained to stay up and look Kristoff in the eye. Hans was limp from the shoulders down legs and arms dangling. Kristoff opened the cell door and lifted Hans up by the collar of his prison shirt. There was the creaking of rusted metal on metal, footsteps, and more metal. “You sure are convincing me, your majesty.” His voice dripped sarcasm. You tried to kill Anna and it upsets me.” You’ll have to specify.” Hans still didn’t even glance at the other, but a small smirk played on his lips. He swallowed hard, the taste of lunch and guilt still in his mouth. ![]() “Yesterday, I meant what I said.” The king stood in front of the cell, hands clenched into fists. “Back so soon?” He pulled at the straw, tearing it into twelve pieces and burying them in the dirt floor. He hardly looked up as Kristoff came around the corner and pressed himself against the bars. Hans sat in the hay pile, twirling a straw of it between his fingers. Anna had just gone to the balcony for tea and he didn’t want to make her wait long. 31 pgs.Kristoff returned the very next day, skipping steps in his hurry. Included are tips for parents and educators to help teach the skill of patience. A great read for children in grades Pre-K through 6. Good Things Come to Those Who Wait is from The Leader I'll Be! book series and told in author Julia Cook's distinctive rhythmic style and delivers powerful lessons on how to practice patience, stay calm, and make good choices. Will Cora June have the strength to flex her patience muscle or will her disappointment turn into a sticky, sorry mess? If she wants one, she has to come back another day! Then, when Cora finally gets to the counter to order her sweet treat, she gets the crushing news: All Unicorn Yak slushies are sold out. She causes a ruckus in the classroom when her excitement spills out in the open, and she has mini-meltdowns when Mom arrives late and the line at the Slushy Shack is painfully long. She stares at the clock, impatiently counting down every second of the school day. When Mom promises to take Cora June to the Slushy Shack after school, Cora can't think about anything else. This super-sweet slushy is made with cotton candy, topped with sprinkles, and is the most awesome treat Cora June has ever tasted! She can't wait to have another one. It has the silliest name ever - Unicorn YAK! ![]()
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