“And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”
And that is how Mowgli was entered into the Seeonee Wolf Pack for the price of a bull and on Baloo’s good word.
“He has gone to see his friend Pooh Bear,” said Rabbit. “But this is Me!” said Pooh, very much surprised. “Are you sure?” said Rabbit, still more surprised. “Quite, quite sure,” said Pooh. “Oh, well then, come in.”
On Saturday he ate through one piece of chocolate cake, one ice-cream cone, one pickle, one slice of Swiss cheese, one slice of salami, one lollipop, one piece of cherry pie, one sausage, one cupcake, and one slice of watermelon. That night he had a stomachache!
One Morning, Snugglepot and Cuddlepie were lazing in the sunshine when zoom, a cluster of glittering dragonflies flew overhead.
There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!”
Imagine if we were like fish in the ocean,
where anemones wave and hammerheads glide,
where seahorses rock and hermit crabs hide.
When Dorothy was left alone she began to feel hungry. So she went to the cupboard and cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter.
And she gazed at the sky, the sea, the land,
The waves and the caves and the golden sand,
She gazed and gazed, amazed by it all,
And she said to the whale, “I feel so small”.
But what did Scrooge care? It was the very thing he liked. To edge his way along the crowded paths of life, warning all human sympathy to keep its distance, was what the knowing ones call “nuts” to Scrooge.