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The Three Billy Goats Gruff have a bridge they’d like to sell me, telling me it’s done. All but the castoff. That would be nice, given that I just spent most of the last nine hours working on that shawl.
But it just might need another two times trip trap trip trapping across those rows. (As I head for the icepacks.)
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I’ve always loved that tale, for some reason… but I’m not fond of goats (except the cute pygmies…)
Comment by Channon 02.03.12 @ 7:20 amI remember my grandmother telling me the story of the Billy Goats as a child — it wasn’t until I saw the book in the school library that I realized it was actually something someone had written down! (my grandmother had a remarkable memory bank of literature and poetry that she could recite, which I think gave me the love for words!)
Comment by Bev 02.03.12 @ 9:20 amThat was one of the stories my dad drew for me at bedtime. Three Bears was the other one. I got to decide what the bridge or house looked like. Happy times.
Comment by Anne 02.03.12 @ 1:24 pmIce packs? Do take great care of yourself as you render love tangible!
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