Peter lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
BEATRIX POTTEROnce upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
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Once upon a time there were three kittens, and their names were Mitten, Tom Kitten, and Moppet. They had dear little fur coats of their own; and they tumbled about the doorstep and played in the dust.
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Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
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I think if she lived in A little shoe-house That little old woman was Surely a mouse!
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The place is changed now, and many familiar faces are gone, but the greatest change is myself.
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Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.
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There is something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You never quite know where they’ll take you.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail right down the bunny trail.
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This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail.
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When gentlemen wore ruffles, and gold-laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffeta – there lived a tailor in Gloucester.
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I fear that we shall be obliged to leave this pudding
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I have just made stories to please myself, because I never grew up.
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One day puss did not take his place punctually, but presently appeared with two mice, one of which it placed on its master’s plate, the other on its own.
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For quiet, solitary and observant children create their own world and live in it, nourishing their imaginations on the material at hand.
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What we call the highest and the lowest in nature are both equally perfect. A willow bush is as beautiful as the human form divine.
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Mrs. Tiggy-winkle’s hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were HAIRPINS sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn’t like to sit too near her.
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