I wasn't sure what to say in this final Booklights post, so I went to my library and asked my favorite characters for advice.
Mo Willems' pigeon begged me: "Let me WRITE the POST!!!!" but I wanted to do it myself.
David Wiesner's frogs said they'd get back to me on Tuesday.
Richard Scarry's Goldbug told me he'd help, but I couldn't find him.
I tried to collaborate with Doreen Cronin's cows, but I don't have a typewriter.
I almost brokered a deal with Karma Wilson's characters, but the bear wanted more.
Dr. Seuss' sock wearing fox started to dictate but my fingers got tied in knots.
Virginia Lee Burton's Mike Mulligan and Mary Ann tried to dig me out of my writer's block, but they couldn't do it in one day.
I spoke to Gene Zion's dog Harry about cleaning up some parts of the post, but he ran away.
I asked E.B. White's Charlotte for advice, but she was too busy writing for some pig.
I finally came to the conclusion that I'd have to write the ending myself. So, here's a fond farewell from all of us here at Booklights. Happy reading!