I Don't Mind Dying, I'll Gladly Do

Then She Yelled After The Girl, 'no, We Haven't Seen Any Bald 'uns All Days. But Yesterday Seventeen Of 'em Went By. Arm In Arm!

As The Children Were Sitting There Eating Pears, A Girl Came Walking Along The Road From Town. When She Saw The Children She Stopped And Asked, "have You Seen My Papa Go By?" "m-m-m," Said Pippi. "how Did He Look? Did He Have Blue Eyes?" "yes," Said The Girl. "medium Large, Not Too Tall And Not Too Short?" "yes," Said The Girl. "black Hat And Black Shoes?" "yes, Exactly," Said The Girl Eagerly. "no, That One We Haven't Seen," Said Pippi Decidedly.

But Nightshirts Aren't Dangerous," Pippi Assured Her. "they Don't Bite Anybody Except In Self Defense.

Don't Let Them Get You Down. Be Cheeky. And Wild. And Wonderful.

I Don't Want To Write For Adults. I Want To Write For Readers Who Can Perform Miracles. Only Children Perform Miracles When They Read.