“Tell us a story, Granny Ann. We’re not sleepy yet,” two
pairs of blue gray eyes stared up with hopeful appeal into the equally blue
gray eyes of their grandmother. “A real story,” they begged, “of when you or
our Mommies were little girls.”
Granny Ann smiled her sideways smile as she remembered
three other little ones who were “not sleepy yet” and the bedtime stories she
use to tell that were from her childhood memories or from stories she had made
up herself.
So began the “I’m Not Sleepy Yet!” stories. They go
something like this.
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