I run a magical shop, hidden deep in The Secret Garden. Where The Red Pony runs Down the Rabbit's Hole and Where the Red Fern Grows on cotton.

I've got A Handful of Dust - genius in jars - keeping them safe is quite the chore. Especially today when a Reluctant Dragon knocked them all down to the floor. 

You should see The Weeping Willow, laugh at The Brothers Grimm; or The Cat in the Hat caught in Charlotte's Web being tickled by Tiny Tim.

Cinderella whispered Goodnight Moon wondering for Whom the Bells Toll deep and loud. A circling blackbird cried nevermore when she fled Far From the Maddening Crowd.

Good thing she did not turn to see, Da Vinci's favorite smile. Glad to be rid of the ash-sweeping kid, Mona let out The Call of the Wild.

Her cry woke a sleepy Old Yeller who smiled at Lassie, his cousin. Lassie was peddling an Enormous Egg chanting: It's Cheaper by the Dozen!

Michelango scoffed, "I can't concentrate; It's like Animal House in here!" Van Gogh did his best to relax him - winking, "Try cutting off an ear?" 

The Girl With a Pearl Earring jumped up, as she heard a blood-curdling Scream. Edward Munch knelt beside her and whispered, "Did I mess up A Midsummer Night's Dream?"

I wish you had seen the Little Women, smiling at The Borrower's ways. They worked to pin sleeping Gulliver in the grass, all while Black Beauty grazed.

Curious George fished in Walden Pond waiting on Stuart Little; while the Wizard of Oz's stature forced Anne of Green Gables to giggle.

All was Quiet on the Western Front until 1984; when a salesman died, The Velveteen Rabbit cried and a dragon shook my store.

Should you decide to pay a visit and I hope you will, my friend - please note that My Side of the Mountain is now Where the Sidewalk Ends.