
During our travels this week we found a great little antique shop. I do not recall the name, I am not sure what town it was in, we were driving aimlessly in the rain throughout New Hampshire. They had a book. One of those old Golden Books, it is dated 1948 and named Busy Timmy. So I dropped the two dollars that were asking and made it my own. It is a disturbing book. Timmy does not seem to have any parents in this book. He has to do EVERYTHING on his own and though it is impressive, raised questions. I am not even going to bring up the side plot of squirrels and birds that watch him do all these things. It is nice that someone is watching him because the books
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Good for Timmy, scary in 2019