The Walls Were Wet And Sticky, And

I Therefore Invite You All," Mr Fox Went On, 'to Stay Here With Me For Ever.' For Ever!' They Cried. 'my Goodness! How Marvellous!' And Rabbit Said To Mrs Rabbit, 'my Dear, Just Think! We're Never Going To Be Shot Again In Our Lives!' We Will Make,' Said Mr Fox, 'a Little Underground Village, With Streets And Houses On Each Side - Seperate Houses For Badgers And Moles And Rabbits And Weasels And Foxes. And Every Day I Will Go Shopping For You All. And Every Day We Will Eat Like Kings.' The Cheering That Followed This Speech Went On For Many Minutes.

When You're Writing, It's Rather Like Going On A Very Long Walk

Pain Was Something We Were Expected To Endure. But I Doubt Very Much If You Would Be Entirely Happy Today If A Doctor Threw A Towel In Your Face And Jumped On You With A Knife.

By The Time I Am Nearing The End Of A Story, The First Part Will Have Been Reread And Altered And Corrected At Least One Hundred And Fifty Times. I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed. Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting. I Am Positive Of This.

You Seemed So Far Away," Miss Honey Whispered, Awestruck. "oh, I Was. I Was Flying Past The Stars On Silver Wings," Matilda Said. "it Was Wonderful.