‘The both of us ‘ere proposes a toast to ye, Bobby Stevenson, to mark well this anniversary of the day ye were born. Ha Harrr!’
What if Gretel of Hansel and Gretel fame kept a diary? Let’s pretend she did, and then let’s pretend she wrote the entry below. Well, diary, that was a near disaster. The witch caught me writing in you! She asked what mischief I was making. So I quick thought and told her I was writing […]
Leaves (or is it leafs?), there on the snow, Where are you going? Does anyone know? Oh, leafs! (or leaves) What am I to do? Please, won’t you tell me what’s false and what’s true? The leaves (leafs?) did answer in chorus quite merry, ‘We’d as lief see you leave and no longer tarry.’
Tammy’s neighbors gossiped, kept up a constant whine. Tammy’s neighbors wondered why she never toed the line. The orders weren’t muddled. In fact, they were quite clear. Gold was the chosen color for all the leaves this year.
He dreamed up: a ferocious looking bull that whiled away the hours refusing fights to spend his time admiring the flowers The Story of Ferdinand
Arthur Rackham illustrated lots and lots of fairy tales. Happy birthday, Arthur Rackham. Drawing skills? You didn’t lack ’em.
I remain on good terms with Helen McDowell. I performed at the gala saluting her owl. I arrived on the back of a robotic dragon. Helen rolled by in her little red wagon. When the concert concluded we all shared a snack of mincemeat and tar paste dipped in shellac.
The fastest fly in the land loved to perch on any hand. To show her speed at beating slaps she sat on noses during naps. She also liked to hang around a barbecue or picnic ground. But woe, alas, she grew too bold. She sailed from her cottage while suffering from a cold. She landed […]
Here is Zerna Sharp. She did not play the harp. Instead, she filled my brain with tales of Dick and Jane, Mother and Father and Puff, Spot and Sally. Stop! Enough!
Those logs there are bouncy. Isn’t that daft? It’s called then, of course, the Trampoline Raft. Its owners aren’t bouncing. They’re swimming, not pouncing. Who are they? Why, twins! Listen! They laughed!
