“A place for your dogs to rest
with plenty of space to
read, write, rumble, tumble.
Miles around, full of trees to climb, rocks to turn, ponds to dive. You’ll invent tools, and rules, and time. The Son of the Earth. You’ll need no one. But me.”
Miles around, full of
trees to climb,
rocks to turn,
ponds to dive.
You’ll invent tools, and rules, and time. The Son of the Earth. You’ll need no one. But me.”
You’ll invent tools,
and rules, and time.
The Son of the Earth.
You’ll need no one.
But me.”