The Dragons of Blueland
One of the first chapter books I ever read was My Father's Dragon, by Ruth Stiles Gannett. It is hard to choose my favorite thing about this book (and the two sequels, Elmer and the Dragon and The Dragons of Blueland). It might be the part where the alligators form a bridge across the river, each eating a pink lollipop grasped in the tail of the next. It might be the mouse who says, "I must smell tum-duddy! I mean, I must tell somebody!" Or the fact that there is a place called Popsicornia, not that far from Tangerina. It might be the maps at the beginning of each book. Yeah, it's probably the maps.
I finally decided to put the legs on the Boris doll I knit for Cecily last fall.
Boris the dragon
When I said I was going to put the legs on, Dave insisted on taking a couple of pictures without the legs, "So that we will remember that for most of a year, her favorite toy was a snake that had eaten a dog."
Boris the snake
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