The morning sun was somewhat blanked out for it was such a dull day of rain and hale that fell upon our little evergreen Fiddle Wood garden. So i began to flit about trying to find something good and interesting to do, and so here is the result of searching for little books. Books that by their very interesting nature have a certain warning to all those that glance curious inquisitive eyes of learning upon them.
Little Red Riding Hood,is weary of the big bad Wolf,upon her way through the wood where her kind Elderly Granmar lived. However to follow such a meandering pathway might be awfully dangerous to twist and turn such a small child upon. i often wonder just who might be a Wolf ?
In this tale of woe,one must ask the grim question,
Who stole the children in our day and age?
Taking them to the very edge of the Snow-caped East?
When i were very much younger than i am now,
as a little lad,
i often read books and comics upon a window sill too.
i sure do have such a fright of large Spiders myself. Whereas my Wife,has no such fear of them so they are still alive gently put out of the house into the garden where i am sure they would prefure to be.
Here below lay the weeks days all in disorder,but i am certain un-puzzled you'll be able to reason a todays thought upon each of them. i as I am,have such a thought to make a spreading sheet of little books of them to arrange all on a peace and quiet shelving unit for my pleasure to view them in the world of arts and simple crafts!
Yes after counting and recounting like now,
well all the live long days of the week are here.
In the magical realms of a long lost Library,
there is always room for extra books. BB
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