The old Pig went to wander, The other went far to roam And, at last, when night was falling, And a little Pig was calling Never a one came home. Adelaide and I have come to the conclusion that if you can't believe anything at all, not even the things that are as plain as the nose on your face--if you can't enjoy what is put here to be enjoyed--if you are going to turn up your nose at everything we tell you, and deny things that we know to be truly-ann-true, just because we haven't given you the cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die sign--then it's your own fault if we don't reply when you try to give the wipple-wappling call. And more than that, if you know so much that you don't know anything, or…
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