yet. Laughing is very mysterious. Yes, we laugh when something’s funny. But tickle our ribs or the soles of our feet, and we can’t keep from laughing,
Old Cricket Says
A Close Encounter of the Frisbee Kind
ROLF WAS ALMOST asleep when the Frisbee landed with a soft plop a few feet from his head. His eyelids twitched, then opened. He yawned, unimpressed. It was only a Frisbee—one of those new jobs that glows in the dark—but still just a Frisbee. It had p
