Trotting togetherwe know our way,through bright sun of morningour cares, cast away;our ponies fly over fields and streams,working together,weaving our dreams.From " Ponies," Celebrate the Seasons

When little Snugs looked out he saw that the roofs of the cottages, that nestled close to the lighthouse, were now completely white. At ground level, sleet was blowing over the garden, and along the paths. It wouldn’t be long before The Isle of Wight would be snow white – he was sure about that!

Now, don’t laugh!” the wolf grinned, showing a fine set of wolf-like gnashers. “I’m still young at heart, and who doesn’t enjoy a fairytale, eh?”The children exchanged a glance. Billy knotted his eyebrows, and said,“So, Grandma! Tell us our mom’s name!”“Well, now,” said the wolf. “That’d be Ariana!”“Correct!” Billy said, unsmiling. He imagined he was Mr. Brindley from his senior school.“And how about my birthday?” whispered Stella, wide-eyed.“Now then, my pretty little Sagittarius. Let me see!

Mommy says, "Bedtime for You!"So Owl says a friendly "Hoo!