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I Wrote About A Bird That Cleaned A Crocodile's Teeth. The Story Was So Good That My Teacher Could Not Believe That A Ten-year-old Could Write That Well. I Was Even Punished Because My Teacher Thought I'd Lied About Writing It! I Had Always Loved To Write, But It Was Then That I Realized That I Had A Talent For It.

Tell The Queen That There's Been A Robin Red-breast Hanging About Kotir Grounds. It Flies Down Low And Vanishes Near The Floor. Cludd Thinks It Might Be Something To Do With Those Woodlanders. Now, I'm To Say Nothing To Fortunata Or Ashleg... 'i Must Tell The Queen That A Robin Has Seen Cludd Hanging About. No, That's Not Right. I Must Tellt He Robin Taht Cludd Has Been Hanging The Queen.

But The Warriors True, The Brave Of Heart Who Valiently Upheld The Right They Are Raised On High To The Velvet Sky Bringing Light To The Darkness Of Night

I Fell, You See. Trod On My Abbot, Father Habit. Oh, Dear! I Mean.

Step Aside? I Step Aside For Nobeast, Whether It Be A Hallowed Hedgehog, An Officious Otter, A Seasoned Squirrel, A Mutterin' Mole Or A Befuddled Badger!