PetaLs ArE falling on the ground. The nights are cooling. It must be autumn. It's time to sit round the fire and for someone to tell a fable. Some stories were true, but most were false. The favourite fables were a set of stories about a family of sable mammals (see Wikipedia picture). In these stories they would tackle various tasks such as erecting a gable end on a house so that they could then build a roof with a room in it so they could have a place for their model railway. In another story the sables set about building a cable car to carry sables up and down the mountains with ease. (The sables got plumper after this started being used, so it wasn't really a good idea!) Once the fire had calmed down to hot embers, it was time for the fables to finish and for the best cook among them to make pancakes which everyone enjoyed, laced with maple syrup.
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This is my 9-year-old Granddaughters' version: Hello! My name is Snowy. I'm a white cat and I live with my owneRs, Ruth, Peter and...
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This is my 10-year-old Granddaughter's version: Lara walked past the fields of her hometown, taking in all that was happening.... -
Jak E 's room mate, Gerry, was the noisy , jokey sort of guy that rubbed Jake up the wrong way. Whenever Gerry came in,...
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