I may be small, but I stand up tall, I help you face what makes you fall. When fear says 'run,' I whisper 'stay,' And help you find a braver way. I’m not the absence of fear. What am I?

The siren got exasperated, finding that trading her voice was really overrated. Trying the loophole and writing a note, the prince was just confused and said, Sorry, I'm ...

Jack came back from the clobbering giants business and felt whack. As a rich man, he now enjoyed the simple things in life, went into his house, and shut his eyes. Covering himself with his trusty cloak, his last thought was: tomorrow I'm buying one of those.

In the air it dances, a sweet old tune, Like a gentle breeze on a lazy afternoon. A symphony of whispers, oh so divine, It lifts the heart, as if sipping sweet wine.

A crooked lane, a baker’s door, a little bell above the store. Everyone knows who’s coming through, and someone’s always waving to you.