British Soldiers in Ohio Pillow

The Wurtherington Diary: Tammy and the Declaration of Independence Art by Duy Truong and Nour Hassan. I took my seat at the breakfast table alongside my step brother, Mark. Lord Wixby gave me a kiss on the cheek as he always did and Aunt May served up steaming porridge and buttered toast. Soon Mark and I were off to school and we were interrupted by a group of armed soldiers that marched up the street in grand fashion. While we waited for them to pass by I mentioned to Mark that this was most unusual. I figured that they may have been preparing for a parade; however Mark looked at me strangely. “They pass by here everyday,” he said. “Where have you been?” He indicated with a gesture to the head that he thought I was tiny bit daft.