I... still remember my first Christmas. She'd gotten me an old picture book, something she could get for cheap from a library during an end-of-year book sale.
[She smiles weakly.]
It's the story of this little old lady. And every day this traveling salesman came along and offered her an animal to help her with her daily activities. A bird to sing for her while she cooked, a turtle with a big shell that she could ride on after a tiring day in the nearby village, a beaver who would cut down firewood for Christmas...
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Date: 2014-12-26 07:58 pm (UTC)I... still remember my first Christmas. She'd gotten me an old picture book, something she could get for cheap from a library during an end-of-year book sale.
[She smiles weakly.]
It's the story of this little old lady. And every day this traveling salesman came along and offered her an animal to help her with her daily activities. A bird to sing for her while she cooked, a turtle with a big shell that she could ride on after a tiring day in the nearby village, a beaver who would cut down firewood for Christmas...