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A Younger Sister Is Someone To Use As A Guinea-pig In Trying Sledges And Experimental Go-carts. Someone To Send On Messages To Mum. But Someone Who Needs You - Who Comes To You With Bumped Heads, Grazed Knees, Tales Of Persecution. Someone Who Trusts You To Defend Her. Someone Who Thinks You Know The Answers To Almost Everything.

In Loneliness, In Sickness, In Confusion-the Mere Knowledge Of Friendship Makes It Possible To Endure, Even If The Friend Is Powerless To Help. It Is Enough That They Exist. Friendship Is Not Diminished By Distance Or Time, By Imprisonment Or War, By Suffering Or Silence. It Is In These Things That It Roots Most Deeply. It Is From These Things That It Flowers.

The Baby Rises To Its Feet, Takes A Step, Is Overcome With Triumph And Joy - And Falls Flat On Its Face. It Is A Pattern For All That Is To Come! But Learn From The Bewildered Baby. Lurch To Your Feet Again. You'll Make The Sofa In The End.

You Took Me To Adventure And To Love. We Two Have Shared Great Joy And Great Sorrow. And Now I Stand At The Gate Of The Paddock Watching You Run In An Ecstasy Of Freedom, Knowing You Will Return To Stand Quietly, Loyally, Beside Me.

Cats Can Work Out Mathematically The Exact Place To Sit That Will Cause Most Inconvenience.