One autumn afternoon, the Montreal writer Paul Xylinides was playing outside with his niece when she called out to him to chase her. "If I catch you," he warned, "I shall turn you into a princess!" "No!" she answered, as she ran, "I don't want to be a princess!" but it was too late, for her uncle had already caught her. "Remember, my child, imaginary days don't grow beneath trees - you have to climb up and ...Täielik kirjeldus
One autumn afternoon, the Montreal writer Paul Xylinides was playing outside with his niece when she called out to him to chase her. "If I catch you," he warned, "I shall turn you into a princess!" "No!" she answered, as she ran, "I don't want to be a princess!" but it was too late, for her uncle had already caught her. "Remember, my child, imaginary days don't grow beneath trees - you have to climb up and pluck them."