If you ask me for something I don’t have, I don’t have to go out and get it. I can get it from my own self. If you want broth for soup, I’ll cut you some pieces of my head. If you want a light for the candle, I’ll set my two fingers on fire. I...
My mother is a worrier. She doesn’t think that anything could possibly become of me. I am so little. But I know what I’m meant to be. And I know how to get around. Of course I don’t use my own feet. I use the horse’s feet. I get up under the...
