For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs are free -- Households in every tree -- Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high -- Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires -- Perhaps of twig so fine -- Of twine e'en superfine, Her pride aspires -- The Lark is not ashamed To build upon the ground Her modest house -- Yet who of all the throng Dancing around the sun Does so rejoice? -Emily Dickinson
“I must get these leaves swept away before the North wind blows,” thought Mother Bear. “When the North wind blows, bears get sleepy.”
Not so for baby bears! “The North wind won’t catch me!” squealed Baby Bear.
Mother paused for a moment and smiled, as she remembered her own dance of the autumn leaves. “I hope it never does Baby Bear, I hope it never does!”
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“Hildilid dragged her heavy cauldron to the fire so she could boil away the night. She ladled it, stirred it, simmered it, bubbled it, and burned it, but she could not boil away the night.”
Not wanting to be considered a common fowl, Gallus Domesticus Kelly focused his energy on becoming just like his legendary big screen idol.
Determined to fly the coop, he would rehearse endlessly. When not practicing, Gallus could be found looking skyward, searching for that one gray cloud. Then one particularly pitchy night, drops of rain began to fall. The other chickens ran in fear… but not Gallus.
Gallus was last seen at an Oklahoma bus station. He had with him, the clothes on his back, an umbrella, and in his hand he held a one way ticket to…. Hollywood.
I’m singing in the rain….just singing in the rain…
what a glorious feeling, I’m happy again!
