Got lost in my childhood when I was meant to be dusting the bookcase! Funny how even at 53 whenever I open this book I can still hear the voice of my mother reading me this story. Her sound effects had more whimsy than dad's. His were louder and carried more energy! Both made me feel so loved as they gave many memories to me! I'm certain this is where my love of reading began!
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