March 1 2017

I am unable to come up with a new adventure so I will share a favorite of mine.

Katharine Pyle, “The Toys talk of the World”

“I should like,” said the vase from the china-store,
“To have seen the world a little more.

“When they carried me here I was wrapped up tight,
But they say it really is a lovely sight.”

“Yes,” said a little plaster bird,
“That is exactly what I have heard;

“There are thousands of trees, and oh, what a sight
It must be when the candles are all alight.”

The fat top rolled on his other side:
“It is not in the least like that,” he cried.

“Except myself and the kite and ball,
None of you know of the world at all.

“There are houses and pavements, hard and red,
And everything spins around,” he said;

“Sometimes it goes slowly, and sometimes fast,
And often it stops with a bump at last.”

The wooden donkey nodded his head;
“I had heard the world was like that,” he said.

The kite and the ball exchanged a smile,
But they did not speak; it was not worth while.

Have a great day

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