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'The Legend of the Golden Snail'
In 'The Legend of the Golden Snail' Wilbur sets
sail on his journey to find the legendary Golden Snail,
with the Captain's hat his mother makes for him and
his cat. Along the way, he comes across wilting
butterfly buds, a coral island that magically
transforms into a monstrous sea-creature,
and a crew of earwig pirates.
For age 4+
Purchase here: UK and US
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sail on his journey to find the legendary Golden Snail,
with the Captain's hat his mother makes for him and
his cat. Along the way, he comes across wilting
butterfly buds, a coral island that magically
transforms into a monstrous sea-creature,
and a crew of earwig pirates.
For age 4+
Purchase here: UK and US
link
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'The Heron Who Was Hard To Please'
Illustrations by John Rae from the book
'Fables in Rhyme for Little Folks', 1918
by Jean de La Fontaine
by Jean de La Fontaine
eBook, Gutenberg
A long-legged Heron, with long neck and beak,
Set out for a stroll by the bank of a creek.
So clear was the water that if you looked sharp
You could see the pike caper around with the carp.
The Heron might quickly have speared enough fish
To make for his dinner a capital dish.
But he was a very particular bird:
His food fixed 'just so', at the hours he preferred.
And hence he decided 'twas better to wait,
Since his appetite grew when he supped rather late.
Pretty soon he was hungry, and stalked to the bank.
Where some pondfish were leaping--a fish of low rank.
'Bah, Bah!' said the Bird. 'Sup on these? No--not I.
I'm known as a Heron: as such I live high'.
Then some gudgeon swam past that were tempting to see,
But the Heron said hautily: 'No--not for me.
For those I'd not bother to open my beak,
If I had to hang 'round come next Friday a week'.
Thus bragged the big Bird. But he's bound to confess
That he opened his elegant beak for much less.
Not another fish came. When he found all else fail,
He was happy to happen upon a fat snail.
A long-legged Heron, with long neck and beak,
Set out for a stroll by the bank of a creek.
So clear was the water that if you looked sharp
You could see the pike caper around with the carp.
The Heron might quickly have speared enough fish
To make for his dinner a capital dish.
But he was a very particular bird:
His food fixed 'just so', at the hours he preferred.
And hence he decided 'twas better to wait,
Since his appetite grew when he supped rather late.
Pretty soon he was hungry, and stalked to the bank.
Where some pondfish were leaping--a fish of low rank.
'Bah, Bah!' said the Bird. 'Sup on these? No--not I.
I'm known as a Heron: as such I live high'.
Then some gudgeon swam past that were tempting to see,
But the Heron said hautily: 'No--not for me.
For those I'd not bother to open my beak,
If I had to hang 'round come next Friday a week'.
Thus bragged the big Bird. But he's bound to confess
That he opened his elegant beak for much less.
Not another fish came. When he found all else fail,
He was happy to happen upon a fat snail.
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