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Writing For Children Is Murder. A Chapter Has To Be Boiled Down To A Paragraph. Every Word Has To Count.

And That Is A Story That No One Can Beat, When I Say That I Saw It On Mulberry Street.

Ninety Percent Of The Children’s Books Patronize The Child And Say There’s A Difference Between You And Me, So You Listen To This Story. I, For Some Reason Or Another, Don’t Do That. I Treat The Child As An Equal.

The News Just Came In From The County Of Keck That A Very Small Bug By The Name Of Van Vleck Is Yawning So Wide You Can Look Down His Neck. This May Not Seem Very Important, I Know, But It Is, So I'm Bothering Telling You So.

He Took The Who’s Feast, He Took The Who Pudding, He Took The Roast Beast. He Cleaned Out That Ice Box As Quick As A Flash. Why, The Grinch Even Took Their Last Can Of Who Hash.