The More 'otter It Is, The More

I Still Pinch Meself When I Wake Up Of A Morning...who Ever Thought I'd Be A Children's Author -- Let Alone A Best-selling Children's Author? I Feel I Should Still Be Driving A Truck, Or (working As) A Longshoreman.

The Land Of Dreams, That Mystical Realm, Where The Oddest Of Visions Appear, Come Wander Through Scenes Of Joyful Peace, Or Stampeded Through Nightmares Of Fear. Dare We Open Those Secret Doors, Down Dusty Paths Of Mind, In Long-forgotten Corners, What Memories We'll Find. Who Rules O'er The Kingdom Of Night, Where All Is Not What It Seems? 'tis I, The Weaver Of Tales, For I Am The Dreamer Of Dreams!

Where's The Point In Fighting And Slaying If You Can Make A Friend Out Of Anybeast Instead Of A Foe?

He Came With Death Held In His Paw Which No Rat Born Could Face Oh Woe To Those Who Break The Law Of Sunflash And His Mace!

It's A Long Hard Road Ahead For You, Little Warrior. Enjoy A Happy Day While You Can. —boldred