The boy, forgetting himself in a moment of alarm, was heard to exclaim: ‘Run, granny, run; run for your life!’
One night when the Teeny Tiny Woman was in her teeny tiny bed she heard a noise. Up she jumped from her teeny tiny bed and lighted her teeny tiny candle.
Silver-Locks peeped in, and soon found the place was empty; so the saucy puss made up her mind to go in boldly.
‘If Jane had a child,’ said he to himself, ‘who knows but that one day it might play about here and fall in and be killed?’
There lived an old woman who possessed a very pretty garden, wherein she cultivated a most beautiful bed of tulips. The pixies, so delighted in this spot, would carry their elfin babes thither, and sing them to rest.
The old woman had not gone far, when great was her alarm at perceiving, advancing at full pace, a headless horse, bearing a black and grim rider, with horns sprouting from under a little jockey-cap.
‘What do you mean,’ said the Wolf, glaring upon the Lamb with his fierce eyes, ‘by taking up so much of the path where I am walking?’
‘Oh, gently! gently!’ replied the Ass, as the Wolves proceeded to feel his pulse.
‘Writer,’ screamed the Ink above his liquid, ‘Writer, which does the Most work, the Pen or Me?’
My writing, all misshaped, uneven as my mind, within this narrow space can hardly be confined.