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They All Looked Very Much Like The Residents Of Any Small Valley To Which You've Never Been.

Time Is A Gift, Given To You, Given To Give You The Time You Need, The Time You Need To Have The Time Of Your Life.

It Has Been A Long Trip," Said Milo, Climbing Onto The Couch Where The Princesses Sat; "but We Would Have Been Here Much Sooner If I Hadn't Made So Many Mistakes. I'm Afraid It's All My Fault.

No One Paid Any Attention To How Things Looked, And As They Moved Faster And Faster Everything Grew Uglier And Dirtier, And As Everything Grew Uglier And Dirtier They Moved Faster And Faster, And At Last A Very Strange Thing Began To Happen. Because Nobody Cared, The City Slowly Began To Disappear. Day By Day The Buildings Grew Fainter And Fainter, And The Streets Faded Away, Until At Last It Was Entirely Invisible. There Was Nothing To See At All.

You See, Years Ago I Was Just An Ordinary Bee Minding My Own Business, Smelling Flowers All Day, And Occasionally Picking Up Part-time Work In People's Bonnets. Then One Day I Realized That I'd Never Amount To Anything Without An Education And, Being Naturally Adept At Spelling, I Decided That—