Chapter 2
I could whistle as a very young child.
Whistling while hopping, whistling goes so well with all things.
The whistle keeps everyone to the beat making every one work all the quicker.
So much quickening was noticed and I was encouraged to sit aside in song to move everyone along.
I loved too be busy, busy in songs to make the time go right along.
Whistling among the leaves in the trees.
Whistling on the top of a blade of grass so all could hear the song.
We all toiled for the harvest and soon the harvest was done.
1 comment:
I must have read every single post here. I love it, you created your own little magical world! :)
and I am a fan of your drawings!! I don't understand why you don't have more comments,seriously!
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