“Willie, with a thirst for gore,/nailed his sister to the door…”
“…Mother said, with humor quaint,/’There now, Will, don’t mar the paint.” “The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out; they …
“…Mother said, with humor quaint,/’There now, Will, don’t mar the paint.” “The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out; they …
“So what about the other times?” Sagacia inquired. “What other times?” Simplia wanted to know. “You said ‘Sometimes a cigar …
“So, you think changing the ending of a traditional fairy tale could be considered de-volving? not evolving?” Simplia asked, blinking. …