The Enchanted Shire
CHAPTER ONE: HEADING TO THE RIVERLong, long ago back when animals could talk, trees could walk and Clyde's critters roamed freely, Grandfather Sun began stretching out his finger tips sending slivers of sunlight through the branches of the Oak, Beech, Birch and Pine trees. Guinness, the dog, setting out on his morning walk, darted quickly down... Read more
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