author unknown I often sit and wish that I Could be a kite up in the sky, And ride upon the breeze and go Whichever way I chanced to blow. by Christina Rossetti Who has seen the wind? Neither...
Bedtime Stories by Lilian Moore
> "Tell me a story," Says Witch's Child. > > "About the Beast So fierce and wild. > > About a Ghost > > That shrieks and groans. > > A Skeleton That rattles bones. > > About a Monster...