The end of Charlotte’s Web (the 1973 version, I have no clue about the other one and frankly, no real inclination to find out since I’ve always been so attached to the one I grew up with), sticks with me each time.
It’s not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.
I’d like to think of myself as a true friend and a good writer.
I’m still working on that, though.
Favorite song from Charlotte’s Web:
One nitpick, though. If Charlotte was such a great writer, why was Templeton always finding words for her?
Then again, I suppose that’s not too different from me looking things up in a thesaurus or dictionary…
Kabobbles Sing Along is just what I think when I hear songs. I sometimes see images when I hear lyrics, pictures or movies in my head. Sometimes I relate it to stories. My interpretation of the songs and lyrics are probably nothing like their original intent.