Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

A friend is the only person you will let into the house when you are Turning Out Drawers.

Always smile back at little children. To ignore them is to destroy their belief that the world is good.

You took me to adventure and to love. We two have shared great joy and great sorrow. And now I stand at the gate of the paddock watching you run in an ecstasy of freedom, knowing you will return to stand quietly, loyally, beside me.

Sisters don't need words. They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief. Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.

Sisters share the scent and smells... the feel of a common childhood.

The first step to wisdom is to be sure one says and does what one believes.