And now, cried Max, let the wild rumpus start!
Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice.
Oh, please don't go—we'll eat you up—we love you so!
May I ask what you have in your black leather bag with gold buckles?Everything. They were climbing a narrow staircase. Rhoda stopped to look when Jennie opened her bag.You have everything.I have even...
And [he] sailed back over a yearand in and out of weeksand through a day and into the night of his very own roomwhere he found his supper waiting for himand it was still hot
Most children - I know I did when I was a kid - fantasize another set of parents. Or fantasize no parents. They don't tell their real parents about that - you don't want to tell Mom and Dad. Kids lead...
Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of the wild things.
At the end of the forest the guardian angel pointed to the village and said: ‘There you will find your mother. She is sitting outside the house, thinking of you. Go now. From here on, you won’t be abl...
Emeralds,' said the rabbit. 'Emeralds make a lovely gift.
Can you draw a picture on the blackboard when somebody doesn't want you to? asked the rooster promptly.Yes, answered Kenny, if you write them a very nice poem.What is an only goat? A lonely goat, answ...
Peter Rabbit, for all its gentle tininess, loudly proclaims that no story is worth the writing, no picture worth the making, if it is not a work of imagination.
I will lead you by a shorter way. You will be with your mother soon, but you will find the going hard.