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            <title>THE BUTTERFLY THAT STAMPED</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[THIS, O my Best Beloved, is a story&#8211;a new and a wonderful story&#8211;a story quite different from the other stories&#8211;a story about The Most Wise Sovereign Suleiman-bin-Daoud&#8211;Solomon the Son of David. There are three hundred and fifty-five stories about Suleiman-bin-Daoud; but this is not one of them. It is not the story of the Lapwing who found the Water; or the Hoopoe who shaded…]]></description>
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            <title>THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow was wild, and the Sheep was wild, and the Pig was wild&#8211;as wild as wild could be&#8211;and they walked in the Wet Wild Woods by their wild lones.…]]></description>
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            <title>THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITH THE SEA</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:56 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[BEFORE the High and Far-Off Times, O my Best Beloved, came the Time of the Very Beginnings; and that was in the days when the Eldest Magician was getting Things ready. First he got the Earth ready; then he got the Sea ready; and then he told all the Animals that they could come out and play. And the Animals said, ‘O Eldest Magician,…]]></description>
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            <title>HOW THE ALPHABET WAS MADE</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:53 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[THE week after Taffimai Metallumai (we will still call her Taffy, Best Beloved) made that little mistake about her Daddy’s spear and the Stranger-man and the picture-letter and all, she went carp-fishing again with her Daddy. Her Mummy wanted her to stay at home and help hang up hides to dry on the big drying-poles outside their Neolithic Cave, but Taffy slipped away down…]]></description>
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            <title>HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:51 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[ONCE upon a most early time was a Neolithic man. He was not a Jute or an Angle, or even a Dravidian, which he might well have been, Best Beloved, but never mind why. He was a Primitive, and he lived cavily in a Cave, and he wore very few clothes, and he couldn’t read and he couldn’t write and he didn’t want to,…]]></description>
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            <title>THE BEGINNING OF THE ARMADILLOS</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[THIS, O Best Beloved, is another story of the High and Far-Off Times. In the very middle of those times was a Stickly-Prickly Hedgehog, and he lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon, eating shelly snails and things. And he had a friend, a Slow-Solid Tortoise, who lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon, eating green lettuces and things. And so that…]]></description>
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            <title>THE SING-SONG OF OLD MAN KANGAROO</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:46 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[NOT always was the Kangaroo as now we do behold him, but a Different Animal with four short legs. He was grey and he was woolly, and his pride was inordinate: he danced on an outcrop in the middle of Australia, and he went to the Little God Nqa. He went to Nqa at six before breakfast, saying, ‘Make me different from all other…]]></description>
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            <title>THE ELEPHANT’S CHILD</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:43 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[IN the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn’t pick up things with it. But there was one Elephant&#8211;a new Elephant&#8211;an Elephant’s Child&#8211;who was full of ‘satiable curtiosity, and that means he asked ever so…]]></description>
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            <title>HOW THE LEOPARD GOT HIS SPOTS</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:41 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[IN the days when everybody started fair, Best Beloved, the Leopard lived in a place called the High Veldt. ‘Member it wasn’t the Low Veldt, or the Bush Veldt, or the Sour Veldt, but the ‘sclusively bare, hot, shiny High Veldt, where there was sand and sandy-coloured rock and ‘sclusively tufts of sandy-yellowish grass. The Giraffe and the Zebra and the Eland and the…]]></description>
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            <title>HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2026 02:54:38 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[ONCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he…]]></description>
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