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Come and read a book with me
About the times of history The book is worn and torn and old And many stories will be told We're sure to read of deeds so bad And many tales, they will be sad But yet on things we can depend There may just be a happy end
We'll read a tale of lazy kings Who never did a noble thing They sat in castles, counting gold And left their subjects in the cold
The last of the winter snow had melted and turned the quiet streams into frothing torrents. Most of Ammeline’s time had been spent gathering more herbs and food to replenish her stocks. With the abundance of wild mushrooms now growing in the woods Ammeline decided to take the excess into Michel delving to trade for some new tools and other bits and pieces.