Guess who this reminds me of . . . And look – she’s even cutting up a sausage!
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One dark night the Gruffalo’s child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow.
After all, the Big Bad Mouse doesn’t really exist . . .
The pessimist complains about the wind; The optimist expects it to change; The realist adjusts the sails — William A. Ward