The day was the nicest we’d had that whole year. But nobody was smiling. No, not anymore. For that day the Censor Ship sailed up to shore. The gangplank came down and out came some folks (The kind who don’t laugh at hilarious jokes About others’ genders and races and looks). And the folks said “Okay, people, give us the books.” “No!” we all said. “Not The Cat in the Hat! Not Green Eggs and Ham! Not The Grinch! Never that! Not Horton or Lorax or Sneetches, oh no. We must tell the grads all the places they’ll go!”