Sometimes while watching his flock, he would curl up in a quiet corner and go off to sleep.
How did they get out? Wait, said the little flower on the edge of the kerb I, too, blossom though I am small Every now and then a little child walks past, sees me at her height And happily smiles.
How did they get out? Wait, said the little flower on the edge of the kerb I, too, blossom though I am small Every now and then a little child walks past, sees me at her height And happily smiles.
I will definetly narrate that story too.