Archive for January, 2012

The carriage was full, the night was drawing in and at one point in the story (I suspect it was when the naughty tiger had ‘drunk all Daddy’s beer) I looked up to see that we had been surrounded by all the other children in the carriage. They listened as I did, their eyes wide at the story of the naughty tiger who had popped in for tea.

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