Sometimes The Only Thing You Could Do

If I Knew That I Could Die, I Would Live. My Life, My Death, My Choice.

This Book Was Written Using 100% Recycled Words.

Granny Bit Her Lip. She Was Never Quite Certain About Children, Thinking Of Them-when She Thought About Them At All-as Coming Somewhere Between Animals And People. She Understood Babies. You Put Milk In One End And Kept The Other As Clean As Possible. Adults Were Even Easier, Because They Did The Feeding And Cleaning Themselves. But In Between Was A World Of Experience That She Had Never Really Inquired About. As Far As She Was Aware, You Just Tried To Stop Them Catching Anything Fatal And Hoped That It Would All Turn Out All Right.

Knowing How Bad You Could Be Is A Great Encouragement To Being Good.

Oh, Where Are My Manners? Do Sit Down. Pull Up A Small Child.