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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere
Ayliyah Avenue

Golden Rules for Living for Adults as well as Children

(Author Unknown.)

If you open it, close it.
 If you turn it on, turn it off.
If you unlock it, lock it up.

 If you break it, admit it.
If you can't fix it, call someone who can.
If you borrow it, return it.
If you value it, look after it.
If you make a mess, clean it up.
If you move it, put it back.
If it belongs to someone else, get permission to use it.
If you don't know how to operate it, leave it alone. (for Daddies especially!)
If it's none of your business, don't be nosey.

"We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we
forget that they are already someone today."

   Ayliyah loves all the creatures that come to her Avenue

 The Wasp and the Bee
bee

A wasp met a bee that was buzzing by,
And he said:  "Little cousin can you tell me why

You are loved so much better by people than I?

"My back shines as bright and yellow as gold,
And my shape is most elegant, too, to behold;
Yet nobody likes me for that, I am told."

"Ah, cousin" the bee said, "tis all very  true;
But if I had half as much mischief to do,
Indeed they would love me no beter than you.

"You have a fine shape and a delicate wing;

They own you are handsome; but then there's one thing
They cannot put up with, and that is your sting.

My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,
Yet nobody ever is angry with me,

Because I'm a humble and innocent bee."

From this story let people beware,
because like the wasp, if ill-natured they are
They will never be loved if they're ever so fair.

Baby fast asleep
Here is baby fast asleep.
We cannot wake her:
Will angels clad in white
Come and play with her?
Pancakes yum, yum, yummy
Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
 Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake,
 Catch it if you can

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Little Margery
Clever littleWillie wee,
Bright-eyed, blue-eyed little fellow;
Merry little Margery
  
 With her hair all yellow.
Little Willie in his heart
 Is a sailor on the sea,
And he often cons a chart
                         With sister Margery


Lovely Fruit
The peach tree on the southern wa
ll
Little Willie  Has basked so long beneath the sun,
Her score of peaches great and small
 Bloom rosy, every one.


A peach for brothers, one for each,

 A peach for you and a peach for me;
But the biggest, rosiest, downiest peach
 For Grandmamma with her tea.



Mackerel Sky CloudsBoats sail on the rivers,
 And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
 Are prettier far than these.




But this is a brown hen with a chicken under its wing

A white hen sitting
 On white eggs three:
 Next, three speckled chickens
 As plump as plump can be.
An owl, and a hawk,
 And a bat come to see:
But chicks beneath their mother's wing
 Squat safe as safe can be.



Butterfly

BrownCaterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not, and furry
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.


Barber, barber, shave a pig!
How many hairs to make a wig?
Four and twenty, that's enough!
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.


Bat, bat, come under my hat,
Bat
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
             Bell horses, bell horses,
            What time of day?
            One o'clock, two o'clock,
            Time to away.



Birds of a feather flock together,
The cock doth crow
To let you know,
If you be wise,
Tis time to rise.
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.



  "We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we
forget that they are already someone today."


This is one of Ayliyah's favourite little tales, tho it is a bit grusome.
But with everyone tuning in to the find a new Dorothy,
well who else would need red shoes


The Red Shoes
The Red Shoes
by Hans Christian Andersen

1845)

ONCE upon a time there was little girl, pretty and dainty. But in summer time she was obliged to go barefooted because she was poor, and in winter she had to wear large wooden shoes,so that her little instep grew quite red.

     In the middle of the village lived an old shoemaker’s wife; she sat down and made, as well as she could, a pair of little shoes out of some old pieces of red cloth. They were clumsy, but she meant well, for they were intended for the little girl, whose name was Karen. >


Karen received the shoes and wore them for the first time on the day of her mother’s funeral. They were certainly not suitable for mourning; but she had no others, and so she put her bare feet into them and walked behind the humble coffin.

Just then a large old carriage came by, and in it sat an old lady; she looked at the little girl, and taking pity on her, said to the clergyman, “Look here, if you will give me the little girl, I will take care of her.

Karen believed that this was all on account of the red shoes, but the old lady thought them hideous, and so they were burnt. Karen herself was dressed very neatly and cleanly; she was taught to read and to sew, and people said that she was pretty. But the mirror told her, “You are more than pretty—you are beautiful.”

One day the Queen was travelling through that part of the country, and had her little daughter, who was a princess, with her. All the people, amongst them Karen too, streamed towards the castle, where the little princess, in fine white clothes, stood before the window and allowed herself to be stared at. She wore neither a train nor a golden crown, but beautiful red morocco shoes; they were indeed much finer than those which the shoemaker’s wife had sewn for little Karen. There is really nothing in the world that can be compared to red shoes!

Karen was now old enough to be confirmed; she received some new clothes, and she was also to have some new shoes. The rich shoemaker in the town took the measure of her little foot in his own room, in which there stood great glass cases full of pretty shoes and white slippers. It all looked very lovely, but the old lady could not see very well, and therefore did not get much pleasure out of it. Amongst the shoes stood a pair of red ones, like those which the princess had worn. How beautiful they were! and the shoemaker said that they had been made for a count’s daughter, but that they had not fitted her.

“I suppose they are of shiny leather?” asked the old lady. “They shine so.”

“Yes, they do shine,” said Karen. They fitted her, and were bought. But the old lady knew nothing of their being red, for she would never have allowed Karen to be confirmed in red shoes, as she was now to be.

Everybody looked at her feet, and the whole of the way from the church door to the choir it seemed to her as if even the ancient figures on the monuments, in their stiff collars and long black robes, had their eyes fixed on her red shoes. It was only of these that she thought when the clergyman laid his hand upon her head and spoke of the holy baptism, of the covenant with God, and told her that she was now to be a grown-up Christian. The organ pealed forth solemnly, and the sweet children’s voices mingled with that of their old leader; but Karen thought only of her red shoes. In the afternoon the old lady heard from everybody that Karen had worn red shoes. She said that it was a shocking thing to do, that it was very improper, and that Karen was always to go to church in future in black shoes, even if they were old.

On the following Sunday there was Communion. Karen looked first at the black shoes, then at the red ones—looked at the red ones again, and put them on. 

The sun was shining gloriously, so Karen and the old lady went along the footpath through the corn, where it was rather dusty.

At the church door stood an old crippled soldier leaning on a crutch; he had a wonderfully long beard, more red than white, and he bowed down to the ground and asked the old lady whether he might wipe her shoes. Then Karen put out her little foot too. “Dear me, what pretty dancing-shoes!” said the soldier. “Sit fast, when you dance,” said he, addressing the shoes, and slapping the soles with his hand.

The old lady gave the soldier some money and then went with Karen into the church. dancing red shoes

And all the people inside looked at Karen’s red shoes, and all the figures gazed at them; when Karen knelt before the altar and put the golden goblet to her mouth, she thought only of the red shoes. It seemed to her as though they were swimming about in the goblet, and she forgot to sing the psalm, forgot to say the “Lord’s Prayer.”

Now every one came out of church, and the old lady stepped into her carriage. But just as Karen was lifting up her foot to get in too, the old soldier said: “Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!” and Karen could not help it, she was obliged to dance a few steps; and when she had once begun, her legs continued to dance. It seemed as if the shoes had got power over them. She danced round the church corner, for she could not stop; the coachman had to run after her and seize her. He lifted her into the carriage, but her feet continued to dance, so that she kicked the good old lady violently. At last they took off her shoes, and her legs were at rest.

At home the shoes were put into the cupboard, but Karen could not help looking at them.

Now the old lady fell ill, and it was said that she would not rise from her bed again. She had to be nursed and waited upon, and this was no one’s duty more than Karen’s. But there was a grand ball in the town, and Karen was invited. She looked at the red shoes, saying to herself that there was no sin in doing that; she put the red shoes on, thinking there was no harm in that either; and then she went to the ball; and commenced to dance.

But when she wanted to go to the right, the shoes danced to the left, and when she wanted to dance up the room, the shoes danced down the room, down the stairs through the street, and out through the gates of the town. She danced, and was obliged to dance, far out into the dark wood. Suddenly something shone up among the trees, and she believed it was the moon, for it was a face. But it was the old soldier with the red beard; he sat there nodding his head and said: “Dear me, what pretty dancing shoes!”

She was frightened, and wanted to throw the red shoes away; but they stuck fast. She tore off her stockings, but the shoes had grown fast to her feet. She danced and was obliged to go on dancing over field and meadow, in rain and sunshine, by night and by day—but by night it was most horrible.

She danced out into the open churchyard; but the dead there did not dance. They had something better to do than that. She wanted to sit down on the pauper’s grave where the bitter fern grows; but for her there was neither peace nor rest. And as she danced past the open church door she saw an angel there in long white robes, with wings reaching from his shoulders down to the earth; his face was stern and grave, and in his hand he held a broad shining sword.

“Dance you shall,” said he, “dance in your red shoes till you are pale and cold, till your skin shrivels up and you are a skeleton! Dance you shall, from door to door, and where proud and wicked children live you shall knock, so that they may hear you and fear you! Dance you shall, dance—!”

“Mercy!” cried Karen. But she did not hear what the angel answered, for the shoes carried her through the gate into the fields, along highways and byways, and unceasingly she had to dance. 

One morning she danced past a door that she knew well; they were singing a psalm inside, and a coffin was being carried out covered with flowers. Then she knew that she was forsaken by every one and damned by the angel of God.

She danced, and was obliged to go on dancing through the dark night. The shoes bore her away over thorns and stumps till she was all torn and bleeding; she danced away over the heath to a lonely little house. Here, she knew, lived the executioner; and she tapped with her finger at the window and said:

“Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.”

And the executioner said: “I don’t suppose you know who I am. I strike off the heads of the wicked, and I notice that my axe is tingling to do so.”

“Don’t cut off my head!” said Karen, “for then I could not repent of my sin. But cut off my feet with the red shoes.”

And then she confessed all her sin, and the executioner struck off her feet with the red shoes; but the shoes danced away with the little feet across the field into the deep forest.

And he carved her a pair of wooden feet and some crutches, and taught her a psalm which is always sung by sinners; she kissed the hand that guided the axe, and went away over the heath.

“Now, I have suffered enough for the red shoes,” she said; “I will go to church, so that people can see me.” And she went quickly up to the church-door; but when she came there, the red shoes were dancing before her, and she was frightened, and turned back.

During the whole week she was sad and wept many bitter tears, but when Sunday came again she said: “Now I have suffered and striven enough. I believe I am quite as good as many of those who sit in church and give themselves airs.” And so she went boldly on; but she had not got farther than the churchyard gate when she saw the red shoes dancing along before her. Then she became terrified, and turned back and repented right heartily of her sin.

She went to the parsonage, and begged that she might be taken into service there. She would be industrious, she said, and do everything that she could; she did not mind about the wages as long as she had a roof over her, and was with good people. The pastor’s wife had pity on her, and took her into service. And she was industrious and thoughtful. She sat quiet and listened when the pastor read aloud from the Bible in the evening. All the children liked her very much, but when they spoke about dress and grandeur and beauty she would shake her head.

On the following Sunday they all went to church, and she was asked whether she wished to go too; but, with tears in her eyes, she looked sadly at her crutches. And then the others went to hear God’s Word, but she went alone into her little room; this was only large enough to hold the bed and a chair. Here she sat down with her hymn-book, and as she was reading it with a pious mind, the wind carried the notes of the organ over to her from the church, and in tears she lifted up her face and said: “O God! help me!”

The angel came againThen the sun shone so brightly, and right before her stood an angel of God in white robes; it was the same one whom she had seen that night at the church-door. He no longer carried the sharp sword, but a beautiful green branch, full of roses; with this he touched the ceiling, which rose up very high, and where he had touched it there shone a golden star. He touched the walls, which opened wide apart, and she saw the organ which was pealing forth; she saw the pictures of the old pastors and their wives, and the congregation sitting in the polished chairs and singing from their hymn-books. The church itself had come to the poor girl in her narrow room, or the room had gone to the church. She sat in the pew with the rest of the pastor’s household, and when they had finished the hymn and looked up, they nodded and said, “It was right of you to come, Karen.”

“It was mercy,” said she.

The organ played and the children’s voices in the choir sounded soft and lovely. The bright warm sunshine streamed through the window into the pew where Karen sat, and her heart became so filled with it, so filled with peace and joy, that it broke. Her soul flew on the sunbeams to Heaven, and no one was there who asked after the Red Shoes.

 "Gosh, I do hope Dorothy's red shoes take her the same places these red shoes took Karen. They would have been far better following the yellow brick road. Which I think has just given me an idea. How about the story, on video of, the Wizard of Oz. Wow! what a great idea!"


 

 
 keeping more to the book than the film with Judy Garland in it.

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A little bit of Welsh History from Dr Do Diddily Dee Dot my crazy great aunt who I think you all know as Seligor of the Castle  and Dodie of Dream World, not to mention her twin Diddilydeedot from Dream Land. She really is quite different from most people, very lovely and very kind and we all love her very, very much.

The Bontnewydd Palaeolithic site is an archaeological site in Wales which has yielded the earliest known remains of man or in this case a young 14 year old girl in the region. It is located on the River Elwy, near the hamlet of Bontnewydd, Denbighshire.
The cave is situated on the road leading from the village of Bontnewydd up to the next village of Cefn Meiriadog
Bontnewydd Cave was excavated in 1978 by a team from the University of Wales, led by Dr Stephen Aldhouse Green. I visited the site in 1981 when it was being re-worked, the tooth mentioned had been found in 1978 giving reason for this follow up dig. 
              It was amazing as we entered the excavated dig to see all the different periods in time written on a chart to show us all the different types of soil and stone. Then we were shown the teeth (fragments) plenty of animal bone fragments including; bear, tiger, lemmings (they get everywhere!) wolves, boar and many, many more you would be astounded. I will try to dig out the pamphlets that we collected on the day we visited the site.The cave mentioned was not one of the large caves which are mostly a Victorian Folly, like the Lemming's those Victorians also got about a bit. It was a far older opening which was used through many different times of trouble. The last time it was used during WWII, was for ammunition I think!
The Dolben Arms before it was converted into two holiday cottages.The valley which holds the village of Bont Newydd is trapped within two great rises, on the one side the Bryn, and on the other the Berain. you can descend into the valley from Henllan, and Llannefydd on the one side of the River Elwy and on the other side from St. Asaph, via Cefn Meiriadog, and also from Glascoed coming in from the other side. There were many times as children when getting out of the valley during winter was impossible but most beautiful.

  So many times we still go down to Bont Newydd. Always when we have friends who have never been there. It is paradise. I am always putting little bits of Cefn and Bont in my The Victorian Caves inside these rocks are on the other side of the riverchildren's story. The wood in Fingles Wood in Seligors Castle is set in the woods around the bottom of the Caves and I have decided that the big cave in the bottom will be the creatures school roomms. I have the giant staircase mentioned and yet this tiny flight of steps - does anyone remember them? - that were cut out between the rocks themselves. It was so narrow and steep that I for one wouldn't get down them now. Then there was the giant's kitchen and the stone that the giant "Meiriadog" took out of his shoe one day before he paddles his feet in the river Elwy. This with its salmon pools, weir, swing bridge. Gosh, I have so many places to put in my stories the kids will have them for breakfast, dinner and tea all over the world.

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 WINNIE THE POOH AND FRIENDS

Winnie the Pooh


EEYORE

Come watch this wonderful little tale,

I wonder who your favourite is., mine is Piglet. xxx

 I love this little poem by Marjorie  Wilson, she  was the sister of Captain T P Cameron
the war poet: 1889-1918. Their Father was the Reverend T Cameron Wilson of Little Eaton in Derbyshire. Marjorie's War Work included nursing service with the Voluntary Aid Detachment and with the War Relief Office.
She left a big hole in Britains poetry and rhymes dying so very, very young.



THE OLD WOMAN IN THE ATTIC

My little room is high up in the house,
The rain's small feet pit-patter.
No one comes.
Lonely it is. Sometimes a soft, small mouse
Peeps out with frightened eyes to find my crumbs.
I have grown old in this small attic room.
One after one my dear friends went away.
In the still night how black the shadows loom!
But shadows do not last; they go by day.
I have a roof (so close). I have a fire.
I would not change my garret room, not even
For a grand floor below: there is none higher;
The floor above this little room is heaven.


Marjorie Wilson 1889 - 1918
Also by Majorie Wilson

REMEMBRANCE POEM:

'TO TONY – AGED 3 (IN MEMORY: T. P. C. W.)'

The poem entitled 'To Tony – Aged 3'
was written in 1918 by Marjorie Wilson in memory of her brother, T P Cameron Wilson ('T. P. C. W.'),

a casualty of World War I.

Also a poet, he was serving as an officer in the 10th Sherwood Foresters when he was killed in action at Hermies, France, in 1918.
 Many of the children of soldiers killed in combat were – are – too young to know or remember their fathers,

so it falls to relations to tell them about their parents and of the sacrifices that they made.

basket of apples, can you say what colour they are?Minnie keeping all the sweets for herself.
HERE IS AYLIYAH
WITH A FEW MORE RHYMES THAT LIVE IN
 HER AVENUE
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Sammy Smith would drink and eat
From morning until night;
He filled his mouth so full of meat
It was a shameful sight

Sometimes he gave a book or toy
For apples, cake, or plum;
And grudged if any other boy
Should taste a single crumb.

Indeed, he ate and dranke so fast,
And used to stuff and cram,
The name they called him by at last
Was often Greedy Sam.
 
Another of Elizabeth Turner's lovey nursery rhymes......


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  Finbo
Sri Lanka Folklore:
Finbo was so big fish, it was very easy for his Friends to Find him.


Far away in the deep blue ocean, there lived a little blue whale named Finbo. Even though he was called little, he was not little by any means. The baby Finbo was very much bigger than all of his friends. His favourite pastime was playing hide and seek with his friends in and around the rocky areas. But there was one thing which disappointed him all the time. That was, whenever they played hide and seek, Finbo ended up being on the losing end. No matter how hard he tried to hide, his friends would find him in no time.

Since Finbo was so big, it was very easy for his friends to find him, because he stuck out from behind wherever he was trying to hide.And when his turn came Finbo could never find his tiny friends. They were so tiny that they could hide anywhere. Sometimes they hid behind Finbo's own tail! But, Finbo could never see them, until they came out and showed themselves. Therefore Finbo had to spend the whole day searching for them. This happened almost all the time. When Finbo got tired of searching, he gave up the game and went to his mother, whimpering. Uh...uh...h...I cant do this all the time. I can't stand it any more.. Finbo complained. Why, my darling, what's wrong? his mother asked. Mama, whenever I hide, they find me right away. But when ever they hide, I can't find them even if I search all day long. Why, Mama? Why am I so big?? Why can't I be tiny, like my friends? Finbo asked, sadly. But, darling, you are a whale. You are different from all the fish in the sea. We are the biggest animals on earth. And don't forget, you'll be even bigger when you grow up, said his mother.

Even bigger? Oh no, I don't want to be any bigger. I'm tired of being big, Finbo said crossly. No Finbo, you must be proud of it. said his mother. Proud of what? Being big? Finbo asked.

His mother started explaining. Finbo, listen to me carefully. We have many things to be proud of. First of all, we are not fish. We are mammals who live in the water. We don't lay eggs like other fish. You were born like a baby and not hatched from an egg. Baby whales drink milk from their mothers, just like the children on land do......... And we have hair on our bodies, too. We are the loudest animals on earth. No one else has a fountain on top of their head like we do. We have no enemies, and all the others are frightened of us. You need not shrink away with fear from anyone and..... His mother tried to convince him. But it was hard for him to understand. But... but mama...but...even if all that is true, I still cant play hide and seek. I don't want to be big and different any more. Finbo started whimpering again. Uh...uh...uh...Finbo, everyone should be happy about who he is and what he has. You'll see one day, what would it bring you, being who you are.. said mother blue whale.

On the following day, Finbo and his friends went to the rocky area to play hide and seek. Finbo, shall we go far out there, beyond the rocky area? asked one tiny friend. Far away? Oh no, I wont go too far, said Finbo. Finbo, are you scared? they asked. No, I'm not sacred. But I'm not going, because my mother told me not to. Its very dangerous out there, said Finbo calmly. Hey, Big Finbo is scared it seems. Lets go there and show him how brave we are, said all his tiny friends, laughing at Finbo.

My little friends, as my mother says, being brave doesn't mean that you go looking for danger. And I'm obedient to my mum, said Finbo. Oh, Finbo, what's the use of being big...Finbo's friends laughed at him and swam away. Finbo felt very lonely. No one to talk to, no one to play with. He wandered around sadly. But, a little later.... He heard shrieking voices coming through the water. It sounded very familiar to him. He swam towards the sound, quickly. It was his tiny little friends, darting through the water, crying out with fear, as if someone was chasing them. They rushed forward and hid behind Finbo's tail. The next moment, a big shark raced toward them, with his mouth wide open. The moment he saw Finbo in front of him, his eyes bulged out and his mouth dropped. Finbo grunted once. The big, bad shark took one sharp look at Finbo from the corner of his eyes, and vanished at once, in fear. Finbo's friends, who were peeping from behind his tail, couldn't believe their eyes. They were amazed to see how the big bad shark ran away as he saw their friend, Finbo.

They were very proud of him. All of them came to him and thanked him over and over. They apologized to Finbo for teasing him. Finbo welcomed all the thanks humbly. My friends, said one of the little fishes. Finbo is wise. He told us not to go into danger. Of course, being brave does not mean running towards danger. We learnt that today. From now on, we should not go so far away to play. All of them agreed. Yes, yes, Finbo is a very good friend. Even though we teased him, he came forward to help us at once, without being angry with us. they said. My friends, you need not go anywhere to play. Ill take you to show things you have never seen. It would be much more interesting than swimming far away, said Finbo. He swam up, close to the surface of the sea, with his friends. And then he asked his friends to sit on his head one by one.

And when spurted his fountain, they were shot out of the water into the beautiful world above. They saw the sky, birds, sun, clouds, ships and far away lands. They cheered with joy. It was an amazing sight to the little fish who had never seen anything other than the things under the sea. Finbo, you are such a wonder. And such a good friend too. We love you very much. They circled around him and hugged him. Finbo was very happy that he was big and different, because he could be of great use to his friends.


With thanks to my friends :-


by Janaki Sooriyarachchi, Illustrations by:

Janaki Sooriyarachchi [http://www.tikiri.com/author.html]

 The Rabbit who saw the World


Rufty Tufty was a rabbit who wanted to see the world.

"What is the world like?" he said to everyone he met. "It's a big flat place," said his mother. "No, it's square," said his father, and nobody could agree.
Owl
One evening Rufty Tufty saw Wise Old Owl sitting in an oak tree. "Mr Owl," he squeaked. "Can you tell me what the world is like?" The old owl looked wise, then he said, "The world is round."

All night Rufty Tufty dreamed of a round world. As soon as he woke up he said "Good-bye" to his family, and set out to see for himself.

He hadn't gone far - hoppity hop, hoppity hop - when he came to the edge of the woods and saw a fence. Slipping through a gap, Rufty Tufty found himself inside a vegetable garden.

As Rufty Tufty looked round the garden, and nibbled at a cabbage, he saw a large round pumpkin. "The world!" he squeaked to himself, and joyfully hopped over the cabbages to the place where the pumpkin stood. Rufty Tufty stretched out a paw and patted the pumpkin. "The world is hard," he thought. Then, giving a jump, he scrambled to the top of the pumpkin and looked all around, then slithered down the other side.

Just then Mr Brown came home and saw Rufty Tufty near his pumpkin. He shouted and frightened Rufty Tufty so much that the little rabbit scampered back to the Window Woods.

"Mr Owl is right," he told his mother. "The world is round and I have been all over it!"



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