No alien lady ever told Captain Kirk, "Hey, get your thing out of my nose". Sheldon: [discussing their team name for the Physics Bowl] Teams are traditionally named after fierce creatures, thus intimidating one's opponent.
Sheldon: Poor choice. Gram for gram, no animal exceeds the relative fighting strength of the army ant. Raj Koothrappali: Maybe so. But you can't incinerate a Bengal tiger with a magnifying glass. Sheldon: What do manners have to do with it? This is war. Were the Romans polite when they salted the ground of Carthage to make sure nothing would ever grow again? D in neuroscience or something. Eric Gablehauser: First question. For ten points: What is the isospin singlet partner of the pi-zero meson?
Leonard: Sheldon, is proving that you are single-handedly smarter than everyone else so important that you would rather lose by yourself than win as part of a team? Sheldon: The objective of the competition is to give correct answers.
If I know them, why shouldn't I give them? Eric Gablehauser: Well, that's too bad, because the answer your teammate gave was correct. Penny: Good afternoon, and welcome to today's physics bowl practice round. I'm Penny, and I'll be your host, because apparently I didn't have anything else to do on a Saturday afternoon, and isn't that just a little sad? Gentlemen, are you ready? She got a PhD in neuroscience or something.
Howard Wolowitz: Gentlemen, I believe I've found the solution to all our problems. Raj Koothrappali: Why? Because you slept together and when she was done with you she discarded you like last night's chutney? Leslie Winkle: [Sheldon learns that Leslie is replacing him as a team member in a physics competition] Yeah, Leslie Winkle, the answer to the question, 'Who made Sheldon Cooper cry like a little girl?
Sheldon: Yes, well, I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me and returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you. Sheldon Cooper: No, because we don't celebrate the ancient pagan festival of Saturnalia. Howard Wolowitz: Gather round, kids, it's time for Sheldon's beloved Christmas special. Sheldon Cooper: In the pre-Christian era, as the winter solstice approached and the plants died, pagans brought evergreen boughs into their homes as an act of sympathetic magic, intended to guard the life essences of the plants until spring.
This custom was later appropriated by Northern Europeans and eventually it becomes the so-called Christmas tree. Penny: [after the tale of Saturnalia] Okay, well, thank you for that, but I got you and Leonard a few silly neighbor gifts, so I'll just put them under my tree.
Sheldon Cooper: Oh, Penny. I know you think you are being generous, but the foundation of gift giving is reciprocity. You haven't given me a gift. You've given me an obligation.
Howard Wolowitz: Don't feel bad, Penny, it's a classic rookie mistake. My first Hanukah with Sheldon, he yelled at me for eight nights. Sheldon Cooper: Of course I do. The essence of the custom is that I now have to go out and purchase for you a gift of commensurate value and representing the same perceived level of friendship as that represented by the gift you've given me.
It's no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year. Sheldon Cooper: No, it's too late. I see it. That elf sticker says, "To Sheldon. The moving finger has writ. Hannibal has crossed the alps. Howard Wolowitz: [Raj then whispers into Howard's ear then they both laugh] I know. It's funny when it's not happening to us. Sheldon Cooper: No. No, I brought this on myself by being such an endearing and important part of your life. Sheldon Cooper: Where were you that's more important than Wii Bowling night?
Leonard Hofstadter: I'm not indoorsy. I just wear the appropriate sunblock because I don't take melanoma lightly. Howard Wolowitz: You're kidding! You've got lotions, and bath oils, and soaps. That's the estrogen hat trick! Sheldon Cooper: What it is is a cacophonous assault of eucalyptus, bayberry, cinnamon and vanilla. It's as if my head were trapped in the pajamas of a sultan.
Sheldon Cooper: If I were to give you this gift basket, based on that action alone and no other data, infer and describe the hypothetical relationship that exists between us. Sheldon Cooper: [Gives her the basket] Here. Now, are we friends?
Are you my grandmother? Charlotte: I don't understand what you're talking about, and you're making me a little uncomfortable. Leonard Nimoy! Penny: He came into the restaurant. Sorry the napkin's dirty - he wiped his mouth with it. Sheldon Cooper: [Now shaking with excitement] Do you realize what this means? All I need is a healthy ovum and I could grow my own Leonard Nimoy! Penny: [after Sheldon gives her several gift baskets] Sheldon, what did you do? Leonard Hofstadter: Look, the guy was just in the right place at the right time with the right paradigm-shifting re-interpretation of the universe; he got lucky.
Leonard Hofstadter: So, um, Dave, don't you think you and I should get back to the lab? You know, that dark matter isn't going to detect itself. David Underhill: Actually, I was thinking about taking the afternoon off so I could work on another experiment with Penny. David Underhill: Uh-huh, we're going to explore the effects of tequila shots on a gorgeous year-old woman.
Leonard Hofstadter: I have just one question for you. While I am perfectly happy with the way things are between us, you said that you didn't want to go out with me because I was too smart for you. Well, newsflash, Lady. David Underhill is ten times smarter than me. You'd have to drive a railroad spike in his brain for me to beat him at checkers. Next to him, I am like one of those sign-language gorillas who knows how to ask for grapes.
So my question is, what's up with that? Penny: Because. A smart guy takes the nude photos of his wife off his cell phone before he tries to take nude photos of his girlfriend. Penny: And you. If you are so okay with the way things are between us, why are you so jealous? Leonard Hofstadter: Well, tha The important thing is he's married, and that's terrible!
Sheldon Cooper: Your argument is lacking in all scientific merit. Now, it is well established Superman cleans his by flying into Earth's yellow sun, which incinerates any contaminant matter and leaves the invulnerable kryptonian fabric unharmed and daisy-fresh. Sheldon Cooper: I think we can safely assume all Kryptonian condiments were destroyed when the planet Krypton exploded. Raj Koothrappali: Or it turned into mustard kryptonite, the only way to destroy a rogue kryponian hot dog threatening Earth.
Howard Wolowitz: C'mon, bath stuff! It's perfect. Leonard Hofstadter: I have two words for you: the first is 'Big', the other's 'Whoop'. Leonard Hofstadter: What are you looking at? You've never seen a hypocrite before? Penny: Oh please, I recognize the walk of shame when I see it.
All you're missing is a little smeared mascara and a purse with panties wadded up in it. Amy Farrah Fowler: If your friends are unconvincing, this year's donations might go to, say, the Geology Department. Amy Farrah Fowler: Millions of dollars being showered on poets, literary theorists, and students of gender studies. Raj Koothrappali: Here's what I wonder about zombies: [the others groan] What happens if they can't get any human flesh to eat?
They can't starve to death, they're already dead. Howard Wolowitz: You take this one. I spent an hour last night on "How do vampires shave when they can't see themselves in the mirror? Sheldon Cooper: Well-groomed vampires meet in pairs and shave each other.
Case closed. Leonard Hofstadter: Uh, I guess it depends on the zombies, Raj. Are we talking slow zombies, fast zombies? Like in '28 Days', if those zombies didn't eat the starved. Howard Wolowitz: Yes, you're thinking of '28 Days Later'.
Sheldon Cooper: That depends. How much longer do you plan on fondling my shoulder? Sheldon Cooper: It's not a touch phobia, it's a germ phobia. If you'd like to go put on a pair of latex gloves, I'll let you check me for a hernia. Sheldon Cooper: Just because the nice man is offering you candy doesn't mean you should jump into his windowless van. Sheldon Cooper: I refuse to be trotted out and shown off like a prize hog at the Texas State Fair, which, by the way, is something you don't want to attend wearing a Star Trek ensign's uniform.
Latham: What happened to you, Wolowitz? Couldn't stick with it long enough to get your Ph. Howard Wolowitz: I'm an engineer. Most engineers don't bother with a Ph. Sheldon Cooper: An entire dinner to talk about your research? Where are you going, the drive-thru at Jack In the Box? Sheldon Cooper: Given how much time you spend engaging in pointless self-abuse, you might consider just this once using your genitalia to actually accomplish something!
Sheldon Cooper: [answering the phone] Cooper-Hofstadter residence; go for Cooper. Sheldon Cooper: Yes, of course I remember you; a woman well past her prime seeking to augment her social status by doling out her late husbands ill-gotten gains. Sheldon Cooper: Well, if you're not going to give me money, then why are you calling? Sheldon Cooper: [passes the phone to Leonard] She wants to talk to you. Who's crazy now?
Leonard Hofstadter: Mrs. Latham said she was seriously considering donating money so we could get a cryogenic centrifugal pump Penny: Okay, we can't keep explaining everything.
Read that book we got you. Howard Wolowitz: Wait, wait, are you telling us that old lady wanted to have sex with you in exchange for giving your department millions of dollars? Sheldon Cooper: I'm so proud of you! You sold yourself out like a common streetwalker! President Siebert: Ah, there he is, the man of the hour! He took one for the team! President Siebert: Keep telling yourself that; it makes it easier. Trust me, I know. Penny: Oh, Howard, I can't believe Bernadette let you go to a fancy party wearing a dicky.
Howard Wolowitz: Excuse me, my girl friend doesn't pick out my clothes. My mother does. I'm just here for your money. I don't want to shake anyone's germy hands. Sheldon Cooper: Tell him Dr. Cooper feels that the best use of his time is to employ his rare and precious mental faculties to tear the mask off nature and stare at the face of God.
Sheldon Cooper: Penny, you're an expert at exchanging sexual favors for material gain. Walk him through this. Sheldon Cooper: It's a compliment. I believe in giving credit where credit's due. Barry Kripke: You got Siwi, huh? Voice wecognition on that thing is terrible. Sheldon Cooper: Hello. Over the next fifty-two weeks, you and I are going to explore the dynamic world of vexillology.
Sheldon Cooper: Fun and information are two sides to this video podcast. Not unlike the only two-sided state flag. Sheldon Cooper: Hello, Mister Beaver. In future episodes we'll answer some burning questions.
What's the only non-rectangular flag? What animal appears most often on flags? What animal appears second most often on flags? And more. Penny: No, you've got a Reebok with a gunshot wound and an ouchie on your pinky toe.
Siri: [Raj enters Siri's office] Steve, I found six vacuum cleaner repair shops in your area. Four are fairly close to you. Raj Koothrappali: Kenny G! This woman can read me like a book. I can't believe bought my soulmate at Glendale Galleria. Did you know it can also take up to a YEAR of treatment to get rid of it. Ladies going all Phil Collins up top is not cool — but it happens more often than you think! But does Nathan with the glasses that works at the chemist need to know you are follically challenged?
Are things itching down below? Got some critters in your fur pie? Is your downstairs mustache infected by saber-toothed crotch crickets? He was still leaning on the building across from B. His gaze shot to the door that stood open and she stepped out closing it behind her with something heavy in her arms. She was wearing his old coat and his smile grew.
She turned and walked down the front stairs. His brows furrowed as he tilted his head taking in the small child in her arms. He had only told him about John moving on yesterday.
She had moved on with someone new and she had a child with him. Now, his best option would be to share her with whoever it was that now held her heart and devotion, no matter how hard it would be. It was odd seeing John with a child in his arms even more than seeing it in hers. His brows drew together as he leaned forward trying to get a closer look. She accepted a bag and followed John out the front door with the child still in his arm.
John stopped on the sidewalk and turned to her talking with a measured expression. The child squirmed until John set him on the ground in between them. He was very stable on his legs putting the child over a year at least in age. He hopped over to the front steps of B and began clapping and chanting. Mama and Unca John. Sherlock started across the road, his gaze fixed on the small, pale-faced child with dark curls falling across his forehead as he rocked his head side to side with his made up song.
Sherlock froze in the middle of the street as little pieces of information crashed together. His last night with her two years ago, nine months average gestation making the child fifteen months give or take a few weeks, and the child with a head of unruly black curls reaching for him. He glanced at the annoyed cabbie and continued across the street. He stepped onto the sidewalk and stopped as she continued toward him slowly.
She grabbed his coat and yanked him down before wrapping her arms around his neck. It had changed slightly. He finally wrapped his arms around her with a slight squeeze. He felt colder immediately. John stood in front of the door to B with the squirming child in his arms.
Well, part of the reason. She turned back to him with a grin. Your son. Sherlock stared at the small round face and spat out the first thing he noticed. His brow scrunched together as he looked at her. She smiled and blinked them away. Umm, do you want to go with John or do you have something to work on? Sherlock slid his gaze back to her and cleared his throat.
From Mycroft. Terrorist threat. He walked forward and took him easily. Surprisingly, John was able to keep the anger out of his voice as well.
Sherlock locked his hands together behind his back as he watched the interaction between the two and realized what he had missed last night when John was yelling. Who else knew that the child was his? The flat is mostly the same. She smiled as she stepped back and her hand briefly touched his cheek before she turned and hailed a cab.
Sherlock stood watching as she hopped inside and drove away. Sherlock wrapped his arms around Will and watched as he touched his scarf and then patted his cheeks. Sherlock glanced at John but his gaze was drawn back to the child in his arms. His child. Will giggled and blew raspberries before wiggling to get down. Sherlock awkwardly put him down on the sidewalk and watched as he ran to John impressively for little legs.
Sherlock raised his hand and Will giggled. John climbed in and shut the door then eyed Sherlock from his seat, his brow furrowing as Will waved excitedly beside him. John waved and Sherlock realized he still had his hand in the air. He gave a short wave then turned and walked through the front door with his mind spinning. He moved up the stairs redirecting his thoughts to the case instead of the new development driving away in a cab. She had raised their child. You were walking back to your office when you veered off and headed toward the elevator.
You told me it was for our protection! Come off it! You were worried that he would try to come back! My brother has a soft spot for you and Watson. He has a fondness for friends that are only a liability and if you are put in danger that puts him in danger.
You forced them to lie to me! Mycroft slid a careful hand down his tie. For a smart woman who reads people for a living, I thought you had already figured it out and just kept it quiet in case John slipped. That someone might figure out why? You both knew the possible moves he could make? The one you told me was just in my head. I offered him a better deal and directed him away from the fire escape and front door where his intended target could possibly see him. How is my nephew?
He saw his father for the first time ever in person today. It was measured as you expected but then he surprised you.
Stop gloating. You rolled your eyes. You gathered your things and locked your office before texting Mary that you were on your way. You really wanted to ask her just what exactly happened last night but refrained. Had you somehow known deep down that it was a possibility and were just too afraid to hope it was true?
You picked up Will with a quick thank you to Mary who was helping a patient. You left a note on her desk that she should come over after Cath because you both knew John would be there. The rest of the afternoon was taken up with running errands and then the park for Will as your mind continued to sift through memories where you felt like someone was watching and you had told yourself that it was Sherlock just because you liked the thought.
It was the only explanation for him stopping and the blank look with just a touch of surprise in his brows. All you had seen was Sherlock when you looked at Will, you had cherished it. You were so grateful that you had him because he had given you life. You pulled his old coat around you tighter and breathed in deeply. The walk back to the flat was different. Sherlock was like a child himself when it came to most things and it was never a problem before but now you had an actual child to look after and you wondered just how that would affect your relationship with Sherlock.
Things might be odd at first just like it was for you when Will first came into your life but you would adjust just like you had then. You had made it this far without someone living with you although Mrs. Hudson had become like a godmother at times always popping in to help when she thought you needed a hand.
There was no reason to worry and yet, you worried how Sherlock would adjust. Children were an adventure but sometimes it could be dull. You walked in the front door only moments after Will had fallen asleep with his face nestled in your neck.
Hudson greeted you silently and took the bag from your hand. She followed you upstairs and into the flat where you headed to your bedroom and laid Will down on the bed. You glanced around as you pulled off your coat and folded it over the back of the chair by the armoire noticing nothing out of place.
You switched on the monitor beside the bed and grabbed the portable speaker before closing the door. You found Mrs. Hudson pulling out tea cups in the kitchen and the kettle was already on. You thanked her as you walked into the sitting room and sighed at the wall covered in papers. Hudson walked into the room as you made your way over to the couch for a closer look at the cases spread out before you. You stepped down from the couch. She's taking steps to move on and that's all that matters.
Thank you, Martha. Your gaze went back to the wall and you heard a long ago familiar cadence on the stairs. You turned to the doorway and your breath caught as he rounded the turn on the stairs. His hand came up and touched your cheek. You closed your eyes and leaned into his cold palm.
The bag he was carrying hit the floor and he framed your face, the chill seeping from his hands cooled the heat that flared under his touch. He pulled back enough for you to miss the warmth from his mouth. But I was only doing what you told me. The words echoed in your head in your own voice and you remembered the goodbye you had redone so many times in your head. The kiss was rough and yet perfect.
You slid your hands around his shoulders then shoved your right hand into his hair. His arms wrapped around you crashing your bodies together and you jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist.
His lips stretched in a smile and you continued to kiss him anyway. He laid you down on the couch as you pulled at his scarf and unbuttoned his coat. He chuckled before helping you. You need a distraction then.
It was just the weight of his body on yours, his hands gripping and tantalizing, his lips and mouth taking and tasting.
Sherlock stood up and pulled you into a sitting position before running his hands down his shirt and adjusting his pants while clearing his throat. You picked him up and carried him into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a juice box. You turned to head to the sitting room and Sherlock stood in the doorway watching you.
The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. Daddy is back from very important work. Would you like that? You had to smother a laugh at the sight. It was one of those moments when you knew the memory would forever be favored in your mind and you wanted it to last as long as possible. As with most your other memories of the kind, it ended too quickly. Mary rushed into the flat pulling out her phone and talking quickly about texts she had received.
Sherlock read the messages and then jumped into action grabbing his coat from the couch and rushing toward the door before he paused and turned to look at you. Sherlock rushed out the doorway and down the stairs with Mary close behind. You met Mrs. Hudson on the stairs and watched the door slam. You hit the nail on the head. Not now. Hudson rubbed a hand down his back. You had been so careful after his death but now, with Sherlock living there, someone was bound to see the resemblance.
If this attack on John was meant for Sherlock, your son was collateral even if they didn't understand that Sherlock had only just met him and couldn't have formed a bond so soon. Taking John was a literal blow to Sherlock.
It was John he trusted enough to show something he knew the world didn't agree with, John the first man that Sherlock was even willing to call friend. John made his association public, though. You had no trouble staying in the shadows, playing behind the scenes because you just worked better that way. Some would say it was cheating being able to see them when they couldn't see you but you called it survival.
You preferred the advantage and hated the spotlight. That was why Mycroft liked you immediately and stole you away from the law firm. You gazed at the closed door holding Will tighter against you. How about some hot chocolate? You didn't want to be alone because you knew the next thirty minutes were going to feel like a lifetime. Hudson was standing in the kitchen and rushed over. You picked up your phone expecting to see that at least forty-five minutes had passed but it had only been fifteen.
Looks minimal, getting him checked out to be safe. I'll send an update. Everything as it should be. It's a good soother. Or maybe something stronger. You were still laying in bed with Will when you heard the noises in the kitchen.
Two different sets of foot traffic telling you Mrs. Hudson followed Sherlock up but before you could slip out from underneath Will, it had grown quiet.
You grabbed the portable speaker and padded into the kitchen. You walked over and knelt in front of him. He winced when you touched his hand.
You glanced down and even in the dim light from the nightlight on the kitchen counter, you could see the angry red line peeking out from between his glove and the end of his coat sleeve.
His jaw muscles clenched then he nodded and pulled off his gloves. You stood up and stepped between his legs before pushing his coat off his shoulders then one at a time carefully pulled the sleeves over his wrists.
He leaned forward and let you take the coat from behind him. You folded it over the chair beside him on your way to the cabinet next to the fridge where you kept a first aid kit and turned on the kitchen light. With the kit in hand, you walked back over to him, opened it on the table and pulled out what you needed feeling his eyes on you the entire time.
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I don't think I'll ever be too old for these. Bernard Miles , Favo u rite Tales from Shakespeare. Not quite the set of tales included by the querier, but otherwise, sounds like the book in question. I'm familiar with the work of Victor Ambrus and like it, and am curious to check out this book Nesbit, The Children's Shakespeare, But I thought I'd mention it anyway, just in case. Nesbit , Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare for Children , No contents list available, a retelling of 16 of the plays using "as much as possible of the dialogue".
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch published his retellings in , but he only covered the history plays, so that can't be the one wanted. Perhaps it is from the "Told to the Children" series? They are small hardcover books with yellow dustjackets and a mostly red cover underneath with gilt writing. They have colour plates, but I don't remember any black and white. My father had these growing up in England s , but I think they might be from much earlier.
They are very much treasured in my family. It includes six full-color illustrations by A. Turner and numerous pen-and-ink illustrations by A. I recalled five of the Turner illustrations, having forgotten only the frontispiece, showing Rosalind, Celia, and Touchstone. I checked around online and saw a photo of the dustjacket, which shows Titania and Bottom. It resembled the illustration that I remembered, and I took a leap, and now have a copy.
I remember this book-- there was a story of a "snipe hunt" involving a bunch of snakes , a woman turning to paper, children picking rocks on a farm The cover art was of people in rural garb, with swirls of green fog instead of faces.
I checked it out in elementary school back in the 70s, and forgot to return it, so my parents had to pay for it! I would like to thank the wonderful person who replied to G stumper. My husband was ready to sign papers to have me commited to an institution because I was so obsessed with this book. God bless you all. This story appears in a children's book of mine. The title of the story is "The Lady of Stavoren.
The lady is a rich widow whose ships sail everywhere. She commands her best captain to sail all over the world and bring her back the most precious cargo that can be bought for gold. He brings back a shipload of wheat. She is outraged and commands him to dump the cargo in the harbor.
So he dumps it at the mouth of the harbor, which causes the mouth to silt up to the point that no ships can enter or leave. The rich lady is reduced to poverty and finally understands that her ship's captain was right all along. And the sand bar that formed is called Vrouwenzand, or Lady's Sand. Some of the stories in Tales Told in Holland have authorial credits, most have regional credits, others have title translations. Look under the Anthology Finder for My Bookhouse. These three books were issued as companions to the set of My Bookhouse.
I sent in the first solution. My grandmother gave my sisters and me all three of these books. My oldest sister got the French book, my second sister, who was born in Japan, got the Japanese book, and I got the Dutch book. I always loved the careful illustrations, often adapted from masterpieces by Dutch artists. I was sorry to learn that these were the only three books in this series.
Edward Eager, Half Magic , This sounds like Edward Eager's amazing children's classic Half Magic , which is wonderfully and whimsically illustrated by N. Here's a synopsis: Edward Eager has been delighting young readers for more than 40 years with stories that mix magic and reality. Half Magic, the most popular of his tales about four children who encounter magical coins, time-travel herb gardens, and other unlikely devices, is a warm, funny, original adventure. The "Half Magic" of the title refers to a coin that the children find.
Through a comical series of coincidences, they discover that the coin is magic. Well, it's not totally magic--it's only you guessed it half magic. That means there's a certain logic to the wishes one must make to generate a desired outcome.
Imagine the results emerging from inaccurate efforts: "half" invisible, "half" rescued, "half" everything! Nesbit, The Story of the Amulet , A group of children have half an amulet which allows them to travel in time. If they find the other half, they will receive their heart's desire.
A classic, in print for nearly a century. There could be a different book called The Talisman , but this does remind me of Nesbit's book The Amulet. Billie Wind, a Seminole teenager, goes out into the Everglades alone to try to understand her people's beliefs in earth spirits and talking animals. She befriends an otter, a turtle, and a panther cub.
She crawls into a sand cave towards the end of the book when her animal friends alert her to a coming storm. This sounds a lot like what you describe -- Native American girl in Florida goes on a journey into the Everglades to learn to listen to the land and understand her people. She does meet an otter and a panther in the course of her journey. I loved this book when I was younger! Hope it's what you're looking for!
The Talking Parcel Girl named Penelope. I read this book around the mid to late 70s and can not remember much. It involved magic, a phoenix and possibly a railroad? It was not a typical children's book, it seemed kind of mystical, along the lines of 'A Wrinkle In Time' possibly. Three kids have adventures, one is named Penelope. All the other elements you mention are present.
This might be a bit of a longshot They meet many creatures, such as mooncalves, werewolves, a sea serpent, phoenix, and more. The author is much better known for his amazing and very funny books for adults about his adventures in animal tracking and collecting. You can definitely see the influence in this work: each of his fantastic creatures has its particular habitat, diet and needs. This book was later made into a very odd animated film! This is it!!! Thanks, that was quick!!! Now if I can find it Can't wait to read it again!!!
Vian Smith, Tall and Proud, This is definitly the book! Its about a girl named Gail who contracts polio, her desperate father gets her a horse to motivate her to learn to walk again. In the process she and the horse, Sam, catch an escaped convict. Sounds like "Tall and Proud," in which a girl contracts polio and gradually rehabilitates both herself and a lame racehorse. I'm pretty sure the book was British. I recall the heroine at the beginning playing in a stream with her dolls she'd named for the Beatles, and rescuing Ringo first "because he was the most important"!!!
When she's dxed with polio, all of her treasures and toys are burned. Her parents get her the sick horse to help her connect with the world again. Vian Smith, Tall and Proud. I loved this one and I was just thinking about it the other day!
The heroine's parents buy her an injured racehorse as she's recovering from polio -- she learns to walk again because of her desire to take care of the horse. She has a painful recovery and must learn to walk again.
When she is sent home there is a horse who is also lame and recovering. At some point the girl must get on the horse at night to ride for help or to safety because something has happened at her home. She is hoping they will both make it. I read this book in the 60s so it is at least that old. Older if the girl had polio I suppose. Thanks for any help. Vian Smith, Tall and Proud , , copyright. Gail is recovering from polio, but is falling behind in learning to walk again, due to the fear of the pain involved in her physical therapy.
Her parents buy her Sam, a steeplechaser injured and retired from the track, hoping that the desire to ride will inspire her to push herself to walk again. All the characters, Gail, her friend Roddy, her parents, are very well drawn, as is the location, Dartmoor. Smith wrote a number of horse books, all well worth checking out, all had both US and UK printings. Anderson, Afraid to Ride , Maybe this one? The details aren't exactly the same--the girl is injured in a riding accident, and is too scared to ride; the horse is badly treated and skittish, too.
Otherwise, the plot is almost the same as you describe. Dorothy Lyons, Dark Sunshine , , copyright. What could a thin, listless girl, crippled by polio, do on a ranch? Then Blythe found Dark Sunshine, a magnificent wild mare that had been trapped by a landslide. From the moment she learned it was possible to rescue the buckskin, Blythe determined that, crutches or not, she would train and ride her. It was slow, often painful work for the crippled girl but when an endurance ride offered Blythe her only chance to win athletic honors toward a scholarship, both horse and rider were ready for the grueling test.
This must be it. The plot is just what the poster remembers. Its listed on the solved mystery pages. Vian Smith, Tall and Proud , , approximate. I think this is the book you're looking for. The girl has polio, the horse was lame, she doesn't think she'll ever get better. I think either robbers or someone with a grudge against her father breaks into her home, and she escapes, manages to get on the horse, and rides for help. Tall and Proud might have been the an alternate title--I think it was one of those books that when it ended up in the Scholastic book order, it was given a different title.
Tall and Proud by Vian Smith. Not sure about the other stories mentioned. Smittens and Her Christmas Mittens, Nov. This was part of a treasury of Christmas stories. Smittens used colored licorice to dye wool for Christmas mittens. Smittens might be a cat. This is all I can remember. This is almost certainly right. Smittens , and I don't think she was a cat, but everything else checks out. My family just received this as a Christmas gift. This story is about a giant who lives in a castle made from limburger cheese.
Now when are they going to reprint the rest of the "Tall Books"? Giant Grummer's Christmas. The giant is Giant Grummer, and he does live in a castle made of limburger cheese.
The story is in the Tall Book of Christmas. Be sure you look at the Most Requested Anthologies page to see if anything there looks familiar. The Tall Book of Make-Believe. Sounds like it, anyway. Hard to find and pricey, too. See also Most Requested Books. This book was a reader or fairy tale book of some type I believe, it contained several stories in it.
We were thinking it was in that Tall Book of Fairytales, but I found a edition of that book on ebay and won the bid to find out that neither story was in there. I don't know if they have several editions of that book or if I have it confused with the book these stories are really in.
I have been on a search for this book for years. Can anyone help me?? Another site called it a Japanese folk tale. Stunning color illustration on front board of genie figure rising out of flames and reaching toward frightened old man in a feathered turban.
Full color and black and white illustrations. Endpapers have black and white fairy tale figure illustrations. Illustrations by Joyce Lankester Brisley, 55p, 4 coloured plates.
The version of this anthology that appeared in contains The Everlasting Lollipop , but not the other story. In this story, a kind man repays a good deed by giving up a magic pot that if you say "Cook, little pot, cook", it will cook a nice potful of porridge, but you must stop it by saying "Stop, little pot, stop".
The old woman forgets the right words to make it stop, and the pot keeps pumping out porridge until it floods the old woman's house. Well, based on the memory that it might be a Tall Book My copy also does not have Magic or Wonderful Porridge Pot. Perhaps that was part of a separate book memory? The mouse never helps with chores ie. Finally, the girl's mother is tired of cleaning up after the mouse and she ties him to an umbrella during a rainstorm.
The mouse that eventually finds his way home is a very reformed mouse who always brings in the newspaper, wipes his feet, and cleans up the spilled liquid.qq音乐是腾讯公司推出的一款网络音乐服务产品，海量音乐在线试听、新歌热歌在线首发、歌词翻译、手机铃声下载、高品质无损音乐试听、海量无损曲库、正版音乐下载、空间背景音乐设置、mv观看等，是互联网音乐播放和下载的优选。.
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