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I receive review copies of books on a regular basis. I hope to feature a weekly contest so I may be rid of some of these books. As it is, my house has wall to wall insulation provided by years of book collection. Today will be the start of the first contest.
What I am attempting to give away is 1 copy of the Visual Novel,Mr. Fooster Traveling on a Whim. Written by Tom Corwin and Illustrated by Craig Frazier.
Mr. Fooster seems like your average fellow, albeit one who travels with an old bottle of bubble soap. One Tuesday morning, however, he takes us into a rich and vivid world unlike any we've seen before. As he heads out the door, Mr. Fooster's boundless curiosity leads him to reflect on questions such as: How do mandarin oranges come in perfect little segments without any mechanical engineering? How come we never see beby pigeons? and Who figured out how to eat artichokes? Mr. Fooster shows us that pondering the little things in life can be a reward unto itself.
So, the question is:
What do you often find yourself thinking about while walking alone?
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2 comments:
As I wonder aimlessly along, in no particular hurry to reach anywhere, I often think of the path that I am on and ask questions like is it very old or new, who might have walk on it before me. Alas, I would like to know why so many cigarette butts end up in the cracks alongside the perfect little ant hills creating huge obstacles for the industrious little beings and where the old saying “if you step on a crack you will break your mother’s back” comes from.
Walking at dusk is my favorite time. My dog, Mandy, is usually with me and doesn't mind my wandering aimlessly, because she likes to sniff everything in sight in hopes someone has thrown something edible on the ground! That gets me to wondering--don't people who litter have a mother who told them to "pick up after themselves"? It's such a beautiful world and at dusk it is emphasized and I feel sad, but so fortunate to be a part of it!
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