One midsummer night a fine new foal was born, just as a cold-coffee coloured crack of daylight appeared along the …
Category: Folk
The cellar
On the day that he moved into his fine town house, Gregor was scurrying back and forth helping to unload …
Hens’ teeth
A foolish old man was sitting in a tavern, making a pint of beer last all afternoon. He had not …
The carpenter’s tale
Down the lane drove Fred WoodpeckerWork completed in the town.He had made the mayor a name-plate,Earned a shiny half-a-crown. A …