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It was the Feast of St Michael or Michaelmas that occurs every 29th of September and two little children called Tom and Sarah were walking through a dark, windy wood with their lanterns held aloft in
Autumn is the time of year that teddy bears love best; a time when bears forget their cares, put up their paws and rest. When the leaves of sycamores are falling to the ground
I try to make the writing small; try to mix sugar with my ink. The ants take no notice at all. I cannot think the way they think. Sometimes it puts me in a rage
Where does the little hedgehog go in time of falling leaves and snow? All through November he will quest for sturdy things to build a nest like grass and bracken; reeds and straw
The last words of the Autumn, at the dying of the year, are the oratory of beauty; ennobling to hear. With the sighing of the Autumn wind and tongues of blazing leaves,