A confession of sorts ...

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

Here is a song:



You can fill in the gaps yourselves. Draw them in with red, green, blue and black bic biros.

Then she began looking about and noticed that what could be seen from the old room was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest was as different as possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall next the fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of it in the Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, and grinned at her.

Here's to 213 days in the Looking Glass World.