Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves

As She Came Closer To Him She Noticed That There Was A Clean Fresh Scent Of Heather And Grass And Leaves About Him, Almost As If He Were Made Of Them. She Liked It Very Much And When She Looked Into His Funny Face With The Red Cheeks And Round Blue Eyes She Forgot That She Had Felt Shy.

Hang In There. It Is Astonishing How Short A Time It Can Take For Very Wonderful Things To Happen.

How It Is That Animals Understand Things I Do Not Know, But It Is Certain That They Do Understand. Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It. Perhaps There Is A Soul Hidden In Everything And It Can Always Speak, Without Even Making A Sound, To Another Soul.

The Truth Is That When One Is Still A Child-or Even If One Is Grown Up- And Has Been Well Fed, And Has Slept Long And Softly And Warm; When One Has Gone To Sleep In The Midst Of A Fairy Story, And Has Wakened To Find It Real, One Cannot Be Unhappy Or Even Look As If One Were; And One Could Not, If One Tried, Keep A Glow Of Joy Out Of One's Eyes.

So Long As I Know What's Expected Of Me, I Can Manage.