a fly can't bird, but a bird can fly
1 comments Published by butercup on Thursday, December 01, 2005 at 2:28 pmAsk me a riddle, and I reply
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.
When I was small, my daddy used to read books to me (yes, that's right, television used to be called books !) and he used to put in all the funny voices so I really saw the Red Queen, or the old Grandfather, or Badger, in my imagination.
One afternoon in my new free time I'm going to sit down with Winnie-the-Pooh, The House at Pooh Corner , and the two books of poetry When We Were Very Young and Now We Are Six.
What a lovely way to spend a day!
-- from your local Bear of Very Little Brain.
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