All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.

All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.

The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightmares of fear. Dare we open those secret doors, down dusty paths of mind, in long-forgotten corners, what memories we'll find. Who rules o'er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? 'Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!

Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others." —Cornflower

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!

Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come, A thief a warrior and a mole. Though the quest may take its toll, We'll march until we reach our goal.