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Here Mr Potts Come Here You Little Idiot!

Soon They Were All Sitting On The Rocky Ledge, Which Was Still Warm, Watching The Sun Go Down Into The Lake. It Was The Most Beautiful Evening, With The Lake As Blue As A Cornflower And The Sky Flecked With Rosy Clouds. They Held Their Hard-boiled Eggs In One Hand And A Piece Of Bread And Butter In The Other, Munching Happily. There Was A Dish Of Salt For Everyone To Dip Their Eggs Into. ‘i Don’t Know Why, But The Meals We Have On Picnics Always Taste So Much Nicer Than The Ones We Have Indoors,’ Said George.

They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.

Well, You Know What Grown-ups Are,' Said Dinah. 'they Don't Think The Same Way As We Do. I Expect When We Grow Up, We Shall Think Like Them - But Let's Hope We Remember What It Was Like To Think In The Way Children Do, And Understand The Boys And The Girls That Are Growing Up When We're Men And Women.

I Am Not Really Much Interested In Talking To Adults, Although I Suppose Practically Every Mother In The Kingdom Knows My Name And My Books. It's Their Children I Love.