Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
“It isn’t pills, it isn’t pills!” exclaimed Johnny Blossom, hopping about on one foot with joy, because Aunt Grenertsen would be so pleased when she saw what it was. “Good afternoon, Aunt Grenertsen, here I am. A few moments later Johnny remarked, “The goat ought really to go to Grassy Island today.”.
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
🎁 Indulge in the glitz and glam of Celebrity Fortune Spins at Wild Celebrity Bus slot. Your chance to shine like a star on the reels!I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
🌟 Discover the magic of 'भक्ति पचरा' where spirituality meets tradition in a harmonious blend of ancient wisdom and modern insights. Engage with like-minded souls on a journey of spiritual growth and enlightenment. Let the divine light guide you towards a life filled with purpose, peace, and prosperity.
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
“You’ve been bully to me, Dad.” At last the great day came and the weather could not have been finer. The gates to Kingthorpe stood wide open and people thronged inside. The flags waved, the sunbeams danced, and under the old trees there was a continual buzz of gay talk and laughter. Once upon a time there was a Queen who had a son, so ugly and misshapen, that it was doubted for a long time whether his form was really human. A fairy, who was present at his birth, affirmed, nevertheless, that he would be worthy to be loved, as he would have an excellent wit; she added, moreover, that by virtue of the gift she had bestowed upon him, he would be able to impart equal intelligence to the one whom he loved best. All this was some consolation to the poor Queen, who was much distressed at having brought so ugly a little monkey into the world. It is true that the child was no sooner able to speak than he said a thousand pretty things, and that in all his ways there was a certain air of intelligence, with which everyone was charmed. I had forgotten to say that he was born with a little tuft of hair on his head, and so he came to be called Riquet with the Tuft; for Riquet was the family name. Every one they met as they rode along turned around and stared at Johnny. It was very embarrassing, really, to be the heir of Kingthorpe..
298 people found this
review helpful