NaArMaMo 25

[linda_joyce]

 Whilst looking for some thing completely different yesterday evening I rediscovered a children's library book I had rescued from pulping about 4 years ago.  It was the custom of the library system I worked for to allow the staff to grab any book from the discard piles up in the stack and take it home with them, books were discarded when they became to tatty to live, when a new edition was printed or when they had proved themselves unsuitable for purpose by not being issued for a year.  I've got a good few cookery, cross stitch and knitting books as well as a few fiction books from all those categories as books not fit for issue usually have a lifetime left in them with one careful owner  with  a roll of sticky tape and a lot of patience.  Children's picture books however are usually discarded because they  were too tatty to live and having no children of my own I rarely looked at those discards.  But passing this section of the stack one day in 2002 my eye was caught by a book lieing face up on top of a stack of baby books.
This one


I stopped and picked it up, in spite of being taken into stock in 1994 the cover was in good condition only needing wiping over with a disifectant to make it pleasant to touch and the inside oh that was in pristeen condition and the illustrations were superb.  It went home with me that night and has remained on my shelves along with a book called the Tale of the Harvest Mouse, rescued about a decade earlier, ever since.

Now why am I waffling on about this book you are probably asking?  well my NaArt for today is one of those illustrations and part of the poem(written out in my second best hand writing, I missed out an e in the first monastery and capitalised cat when I shouldn't have)  Below is my version of the ilo and a scan of the original page.