And Some Looked Even More Like Each

For Instance," Said The Boy Again, "if Christmas Trees Were People And People Were Christmas Trees, We'd All Be Chopped Down, Put Up In The Living Room, And Covered In Tinsel, While The Trees Opened Our Presents." "what Does That Have To Do With It?" Asked Milo. "nothing At All," He Answered, "but It's An Interesting Possibility, Don't You Think?

Why, Did You Know That If A Beaver Two Feet Long With A Tail A Foot And A Half Long Can Build A Dam Twelve Feet High And Six Feet Wide In Two Days, All You Would Need To Build Boulder Dam Is A Beaver Sixty-eight Feet Long With A Fifty-one-foot Tail?" "where Would You Find A Beaver That Big?" Grumbled The Humbug As His Pencil Point Snapped. "i'm Sure I Don't Know," He Replied, "but If You Did, You'd Certainly Know What To Do With Him.

And That's Why People No Longer Care Which Words They Use As Long As They Use Lots Of Them.

And When I'm Writing, I Write A Lot Anyway. I Might Write Pages And Pages Of Conversation Between Characters That Don't Necessarily End Up In The Book, Or In The Story I'm Working On, Because They're Simply My Way Of Getting To Know The Characters

...i'll Continue To See Things As A Child. It's Not So Far To Fall.