Entangled. Christopher Donaldson

When I was very young, I would watch the children’s tv slot at midday. Fifteen minutes of wonder from an old fifteen-inch monochrome CRT television. On Fridays, invariably at my Grandmothers, they showed the Woodentops, a family of crudely fashioned string puppets who owned a farm. Their children had enjoyed their weekly misadventure, usually with a spotty dog, whose stiff legs would bounce him around the farmyard with an ineptitude that wouldn’t pass muster with the kids of today. Ценность книги определяется…