I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I've left my chair, my house, my road, My town and my world behind me. I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring, I've swallowed the… — Julia Donaldson Copy Share Image
I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I've left my chair, my house, my road, My town and… — Julia Donaldson Copy Share Image
