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Things I learned from fairy tales. Being first is not always good. Being second is worse. And so, slow down and enjoy not being the fastest! https://www.instagram.com/p/COa3tsAhAWf/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning 17. Wilson never ever wore shoes. "My feet are so pretty. So pretty, my feet. It would be an absolute shame to hide you away for even a minute, my pretty pretty feet!" she sang to herself and to her feet. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPYEu80Bf8q/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning. The surprise was hiding under a pillow. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPl7gaEBi2W/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning. To understand what happened you should know two things. One. Marmoset monkeys love books. All sorts of books, but diaries and biographies are their favourites. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPrF1gFhEWI/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

She could distantly hear the Mice Army praying to the Mouse God, but for her the time for prayers was over. https://www.instagram.com/p/CQPB3VnhDwA/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Woke up with a stiff neck. Thought that I was (probably) better off than giraffes when they sleep awkwardly. https://www.instagram.com/p/CUVtNygrE59/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

And now the adventure is done. Kismet is home. Home is good. Home is cozy. Good night. https://www.instagram.com/p/CTXiqm5L6Tu/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Brambles are lovely to sit in amongst the bees. And also they make a good shelter from the rain. https://www.instagram.com/p/CSpMKfXr00y/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Every time she squatted in the clump of wavy grass, she felt like a Phoenix reborn. https://www.instagram.com/p/CWbcNmtroTp/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Cat couldn't decide whether to dress up as Santa Claws or Krampus. https://www.instagram.com/p/CX1TfShLt2t/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Violins is the answer. All cats know it well. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYXVsG0JYBu/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

It's not every day, thought the Cat, when you get to be a cosmonaut and fisherman at once. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZAVtVdpJ5Z/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Cat is reading a book that I wrote. And illustrated. You also can read it soon - it is coming out in May. Pineapple Princess is almost here! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58484169-pineapple-princess

Merely a little whine. https://www.instagram.com/p/CaaUatXlCpX/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Tell me about your despair. https://www.instagram.com/p/CasFHKCrfdn/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Hey. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cda0we_uQjE/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Every once in awhile, this poem floats to the top of my head and I taste plums. This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams - 1883-1963 I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd8eMduOKzm/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

THE TUNNEL from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. " TWO BOYS ARE WALKING HOME FROM SCHOOL WHEN ONE of them sees a drainpipe set back in the woods. " https://www.instagram.com/p/CgEs7eqOFAz/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Dialogues in Paradise (one)by Can Xue. The tree was full of tiny bells. When the bells sparkled, they jingled in splendor. I moved my left toe and heard the wind outside the door blowing away somebody's garbage can. It is always the god-damned south wind.

I am feeling lazy so here is a dive into my archives. Happy holidays, everyone!