"There’s a bogle by the bour-tree at the lang loan heid,
I canna thole the thocht o him, he fills ma hert wi dreid;
He skirls like a hoolet, an he rattles aa his banes,
An gies himsel an unco fash to fricht wee weans."
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I think I remember reading somewhere in Symbolarium that in Russian folklore (and agreed in some of the links I’ve added in another post) that both cats and dogs are rather ambivalent animals. 148 more words
My parents had a firm policy, when I was growing up, that if there was something I might be scared of, they would try to show me that this thing could be fun, or useful, or at least mostly harmless, so I wouldn’t be afraid of it anymore. 521 more words