| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: "'Tain't no joke about Fairyland, not to young Skelmersdale," said
the respectable elder, drinking. A little man with rosy cheeks was
more communicative. "They DO say, sir," he said, "that they took him
into Aldington Knoll an' kep' him there a matter of three weeks."
And with that the gathering was well under weigh. Once one sheep
had started, others were ready enough to follow, and in a little time
I had at least the exterior aspect of the Skelmersdale affair.
Formerly, before he came to Bignor, he had been in that very similar
little shop at Aldington Corner, and there whatever it was did happen
had taken place. The story was clear that he had stayed out late
one night on the Knoll and vanished for three weeks from the sight
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Twilight Land by Howard Pyle: The old man rolled up the carpet, and then drew from a pouch that
hung at his side a box, and from the box some sticks of sandal
and spice woods, with which he built a little fire. Next he drew
from the same pouch a brazen jar, from which he poured a gray
powder upon the blaze. Instantly there leaped up a great flame of
white light and a cloud of smoke, which rose high in the air, and
there spread out until it hid everything from sight. Then the old
man began to mutter spells, and in answer the earth shook and
quaked, and a rumbling as of thunder filled the air. At last he
gave a loud cry, and instantly the earth split open, and there
the young spendthrift saw a trap-door of iron, in which was an
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Tattine by Ruth Ogden [Mrs. Charles W. Ide]: looked down to see Doctor--oh, could she believe her two blue eyes!--with a
dear little rabbit clinched firmly between his teeth, and his mother (think of
it, his mother!) actually standing proudly by and wildly waving her tail from
side to side, in the most delighted manner possible. As for Tattine, she
simply gave one horrified little scream and was down from the tree in a flash,
while the scream fortunately brought Maggie hurrying from the house, and as
Maggie was Doctor's confidential friend (owing to certain choice little
morsels, dispensed from the butler's pantry window with great regularity three
times a day), he at once, at her command, relaxed his hold on the little
jack-rabbit. The poor little thing was still breathing, breathing indeed with
all his might and main, so that his heart thumped against his little brown
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