It’s time for the drawing. “Now, let us begin, or we shall be here all day,” Rabbit says as he crosses to the glass ball with all the names, each roughly scrawled in crayon. Rabbit reaches in, digs his hand deep into the ball with a great rustling and bustling and pulls out a slip of paper.
“Let it not be me,” Winnie-the-Pooh says deep inside his fluff-filled head. “Think it over, think it under. Think it true. It’s not me. It’s not me.”
As we gear up for Jane Austen's birthday next month, here's her birthday haul video from last year! One of our favorites!
Hello and a hearty welcome return, ladies and gentles. It’s Jane. Welcome back to my channel. I suppose this is what one might refer to as a ‘haul video,’ wherein I intend to detail the gifts I received on my 20th birthday. I admit, I have not done one of these since years past, when I was far more youthful than I am presently. But they were quite well regarded then, so I suppose there will be no shame in diving into this acculturation of wealth and high regard for not yet finding a way to destroy myself for another year.
Jean Grey regarded the Xavier estate with a unconscious shiver, as the moon illuminated the mansion’s immense spires that rose out of the Westchester fog like dark swords. Was this a school? And to be her home? The bald man in the wheelchair appeared to sense her thoughts, and beckoned from the doorway. But what of the strange, misshapen creatures behind him? What of they?