Sunday, February 6, 2011

Reading Idea

From "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

3 comments:

  1. I Like You

    I like you and I know why.

    I like you because you are a good person to like.

    I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special

    And you remember it a long, long time.

    You say, Remember when you told me something special

    And both of us remember

    When I think something is important

    you think it’s important too

    We have good ideas

    When I say something funny, you laugh

    I think I’m funny and you think I’m funny too

    I like you because you know where I’m ticklish

    And you don’t tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes

    But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too

    You know how to be silly

    That’s why I like you

    Boy are you ever silly

    I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you

    I like you because you know when it’s time to stop being silly

    Maybe day after tomorrow

    Maybe never

    Too late, it’s a quarter past silly

    Sometimes we don’t say a word

    We snurkle under fences

    We spy secret places

    If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off

    You are one too

    If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me

    If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,

    then you are getting ready to jump

    HOORAY

    That’s because you really like me

    You really like me, don’t you

    And I really like you back

    And you like me back and I like you back

    And that’s the way we keep on going every day

    If you go away, then I go away too

    or if I stay home, you send me a postcard

    You don’t just say Well see you around sometime, bye

    I like you a lot because of that

    If I go away, I send you a postcard too

    And I like you because if we go away together

    And if I get lost

    Then you are the one that is yelling for me

    And I like you because when I am feeling sad

    You don’t always cheer me up right away

    Sometimes it is better to be sad

    You can’t stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute

    You want to think about things

    It takes time

    I like you because if I think I am going to throw up

    then you are really sorry

    You don’t just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that

    You say, maybe it was something you ate

    You say, the same thing happened to me one time

    And the same thing did

    If you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one

    If I find four, I give you two

    If we only find three, we keep on looking

    Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don’t

    If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too

    Then it’s fun to have a broken arm

    I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours

    We are both sorry

    We write our names and draw pictures

    We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too

    I like you because I don’t know why but

    Everything that happens is nicer with you

    I can’t remember when I didn’t like you

    It must have been lonesome then

    I like you because because because

    I forget why I like you but I do

    So many reasons

    Even if it was August

    Even if it was way down at the bottom of November

    Even if it was no place particular in January

    I would go on choosing you

    And you would go on choosing me

    Over and over again

    That’s how it would happen every time

    I don’t know why

    I guess I don’t know why I really like you

    Why do I like you

    I guess I just like you

    I guess I just like you because I like you.

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  2. Dad and I want to know if you wrote this because it is right on the spot, Its fabulous

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  3. No its from a childrens book :) I like it a lot, and so does David.

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