Abookwasthehomeofmanylovelythings，thelittleredflowerstoodthere，smilingandsometimesdancingbeautifully，thegreengrasswasdottedwithdewdropsdazzlinglikedecoratingpearlsonthewearingofafairy，onthebrookfloatedgreenduckweed，outofwhichyellowflowersstooderect，liketropicalwaterlily…orasitwere，waterlilyinLilliputtoandforswamschoolsoflittlefish，whowereasthinasanembroideryneedle，butwithtwobigglitteringeyes，thefrogalwaysgoggledatsomething，andnobodyknewwhathewaddoingthere，maybehewasexpectinghisgoodfriends.