If I Had My Way, I'd Remove

Whipped Cream Isn't Whipped Cream At All If It Hasnt Been Whipped With Whips, Just Like Poached Eggs Isn't Poached Eggs Unless It's Been Stolen In The Dead Of The Night.

There Is No Place I Know That Compares To Pure Imagination.

Titchy Little Snapperwhippers Like You Should Not Be Higgling Around With An Old Sage And Onions Who Is Hundreds Of Years More Than You.

... And When He Put His Mind To It, He Could Make His Words Coil Themselves Around And Around The Listener Until They Held Her In Some Sort Of A Mild Hypnotic Spell.

Had I Not Had Children Of My Own, I Would Have Never Written Books For Children, Nor Would I Have Been Capable Of Doing So.