I live in gratitude to my parents for initiating me-and as early as I begged for it, without keeping me waiting-into knowledge of the word, into reading….

Eudora Welty, One Writer’s Beginnings (1984, p. 9)

Once upon a time there was a real hungry butterfly and he ate up everything for dinner on Saturday. Then he ate a leaf. And he was very, very happy. The End.