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“No!” screamed Luna. “I don’t like it! I am not going to eat it. No way!” Luna hated the plate in front of her. Carne? No thanks. Arroz y frijoles? Yuck. And AGUA too?! Was she being grounded? Luna knew mamá had worked very hard on dinner, but she wanted conchas y champurrado now. Why did she have to eat all this icky stuff before getting to the good part?

In a small village by the sea there was a girl named Melita. It was summer. The breeze was warm and scented with the flowers that covered the village. Melita loved the summertime. She spent her days basking in the sun, and when it was too hot, she would take a dip in the sea. At the highest point in the village, at the top of a hill, there was a mansion that stood out against the sunny, happy village. The mansion had been painted black with dark purple accents, which seemed curious for a home by the sea.

This story is called The True Tale of the Phantom Coach by W.t. Linskill. This is a LibraryCall adaptation and recording. The great curtain had fallen after the play, and I was standing chatting on the stage of the theatre in Cambridge when one of the stage men came to tell me I was wanted at the stage door and I must hurry up at once. I proceeded, and someone shouted out “Come with us, we want you to meet a fellow named Willie Carson, and there will be supper.

This story is called the Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe, apated and recorded by LibraryCall. The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men.