It Was For Bringing The Cook Tulip-roots

When The Sands Are All Dry, He Is Gay As A Lark, And Will Talk In Contemptuous Tones Of The Shark: But, When The Tide Rises And Sharks Are Around, His Voice Has A Timid And Tremulous Sound.

When She Thought It Over Afterwards It Occurred To Her That She Ought To Have Wondered At This, But At The Time It All Seemed Quite Natural

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

Do Let's Pretend That I'm A Hungry Hyena, And You're A Bone!

One Of The Hardest Things In The World Is To Convey A Meaning Accurately From One Mind To Another.