I've Heard Tell That What You Imagine

Poor Earthworm,' The Ladybird Said, Whispering In James's Ear. 'he Loves To Make Everything Into A Disaster. He Hates To Be Happy. He Is Only Happy When He Is Gloomy.

The Snozberries Taste Like Snozberries!

We All Have Our Moments Of Brilliance And Glory, And This Was Mine.

I Was Already Beginning To Realize That The Only Way To Conduct Oneself In A Situation Where Bombs Rained Down And Bullets Whizzed Past, Was To Accept The Dangers And All The Consequences As Calmly As Possible. Fretting And Sweating About It All Was Not Going To Help.

You Can Write About Anything For Children As Long As You've Got Humour.