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Erris writes "Should we be surprised at the NYT attacking search engines? This article seeks to blame Google for all privacy loss, as if someone else remembering and sharing the things YOU publish is worse than credit card purchase databases, phone records, credit records being created and shared by OTHERS without your consent. Libraries must really be evil."
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Timmy the Turtle
by Camberley Crick
Once upon a time there lived a turtle named Timmy. Timmy lived with his mother and father at the bottom of a hollow tree. Timmy had no brothers or sisters.
He lived in a clearing surrounded by woods. In the clearing was a pond with rocks around it. Most of the time Timmy would swim in the pond or explore in the woods. On hot afternoons Timmy would lay on a rock and sleep.
One day when Timmy was exploring he saw a beautiful bird flying gracefully in the sky. Then he thought for a moment, "Hmmm.... wouldn't it be nice if I could fly." That night Timmy dreamed about flying with the birds. He planned to make friends with them and play their games.
The next day he went to the top of a cliff and then jumped into the air. For a second he thought he was flying but he quickly fell with a big bang.
The next day he had to stay in bed because he had hurt his leg so badly. He looked out of the cracks of the hollow tree and saw a frisky little squirrel sneaking around. Timmy watched the squirrel scurry around as fast as the wind. He thought to himself, "Hmmm.... I can't fly but maybe I can be quick like that squirrel." That night Timmy dreamed about scampering around in the grass and tall trees like the squirrel had done. He dreamt that he could scurry faster than the wind like a squirrel.
The next morning Timmy went to look for a squirrel. Soon he saw a little gray squirrel looking for nuts. Then he saw a dog. He knew the dog would chase the squirrel. He decided to try catching up with the squirrel because if he did he knew he would be fast. The squirrel ran. But Timmy wasn't fast enough and the squirrel zipped away leaving Timmy far behind. Now the dog was chasing Timmy. Timmy popped into his shell and stayed there. The dog circled around Timmy a few times and finally left. Poor Timmy got so frightened that he shivered all the way home.
The next day Timmy saw a cat sneaking through the woods. Timmy thought, "I can't fly or run fast but maybe I can climb trees." That night he dreamed about climbing the tallest and oldest trees living.
The next morning he went to a big tree to practice climbing. First he started to walk up one of the roots. Then where the tree started going straight up he put his feet on it so that he was on his side. Then he tried to climb but as soon as he moved his feet he fell on his shell. Poor Timmy lay helplessly on his back. He started to call for help. Along came a bunny. Timmy asked, "Will you please turn me over?" The bunny did.
Timmy walked home feeling sad. He kept saying, "I am no good. I can't do anything." Then he heard a little voice say, "You can do a lot of things! Suppose a big animal were chasing me. You could take me out into the middle of your pond on your back so I would be safe." Timmy looked around and saw a little gray field mouse. "Well, you're right. I could do that." said Timmy. "I wouldn't be able to do it without you, right?" said the field mouse. "Right!" said Timmy, looking a lot happier. "I may be able to run fast but I can't swim." said the mouse. "Right." said Timmy, feeling fine now.
That day he walked home thinking about what the field mouse had told him. From that day on Timmy was never jealous of other animal friends again.
Well, you should have used a robots.txt file, shouldn't you? Just like you should have used "It's" with an apostrophe in the subject line.