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!

Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.

Step aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin' mole or a befuddled badger!

Sighing restlessly, the boundless sea broke huge rollers into white cream which hissed hungrily up to the tideline.

Armel shrugged. "I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?" Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder. "Because there's always good and bad in the land, and goodbeasts have to protect their friends an' families from evil ones who want nothing but to conquer an' destroy.

Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.