Expectations Is The Place You

Whether Or Not You Find Your Own Way, You're Bound To Find Some Way. If You Happen To Find My Way, Please Return It, As It Was Lost Years Ago. I Imagine By Now It's Quite Rusty.

For Instance," Said The Boy Again, "if Christmas Trees Were People And People Were Christmas Trees, We'd All Be Chopped Down, Put Up In The Living Room, And Covered In Tinsel, While The Trees Opened Our Presents." "what Does That Have To Do With It?" Asked Milo. "nothing At All," He Answered, "but It's An Interesting Possibility, Don't You Think?

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

What You Can Do Is Often Simply A Matter Of What You Will Do.

Does Everyone Grow The Way You Do?" Puffed Milo When He Had Caught Up. "almost Everyone," Replied Alec, And Then He Stopped A Moment And Thought. "now And Then, Though, Someone Does Begin To Grow Differently. Instead Of Down, His Feet Grow Up Towards The Sky. But We Do Our Best To Discourage Awkward Things Like That." "what Happens To Them?" Insisted Milo. "oddly Enough, They Often Grow Ten Times The Size Of Everyone Else," Said Alec Thoughtfully, "and I've Heard That They Walk Among The Stars." And With That He Skipped Off Once Again Toward The Waiting Woods.