Who In The World Am I? Ah,

I'm Not Strange, Weird, Off, Nor Crazy, My Reality Is Just Different From Yours.

All That Matters Is What We Do For Each Other.

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

I Think I Should Understand That Better, If I Had It Written Down: But I Can't Quite Follow It As You Say It.

Forbid The Day When Vivisection Shall Be Practised In Every College And School, And When The Man Of Science, Looking Forth Over A World Which Will Then Own No Other Sway Than His, Shall Exult In The Thought That He Has Made Of This Fair Earth, If Not A Heaven, At Least A Hell For Animals.