Once a hunter met a lion near the hungry critter's lair, and the way that lion mauled him was decidedly unfair; but the hunter never whimpered when the surgeons, with their thread, sewed up forty-seven gashes in his mutilated head; and he showed the scars in triumph, and they gave him pleasant fame, and he always blessed the lion that had camped upon his frame. Once that hunter, absent minded, sat upon a hill of ants, and about a million bit him, and you should have seen him dance! And he used up lots of language of a deep magenta tint, and apostrophized the insects in a style unfit to print. And it's thus with worldly trouble; when the big ones come along, we serenely go to meet them, feeling valiant, bold and strong, but the weary little worries with their poisoned stings and smarts, put the lid upon our courage, make us gray, and break our hearts.
9 years ago
5 comments:
did you write that? it's cool
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you know e, you cold put a proper name for yourself. no, i didnt write it.
I thought about coming over there to help you and Elijah look after the rest but I have to work. and a dirty biology test to retake. :( *grumble grumble*
oh well. it be cool if you could. hope you do well om that test:)
One more post, and mr bug-eyes won't be staring at me when I go through your blog links. ;)
Joseph, I appreciate the thought, but I'm not sure how much math they'd have gotten done if you had come. They actually got caught up, I think. Well, I haven't checked on Ben yet.
I hope we're done being sick and visiting the hospital. I've got to think of something special for Sarah and Josiah. They've really gone the extra mile the last couple of weeks.
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