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Cornelia Funke Sayings

The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The

Cornelia Funke Sayings: The Books In Mo And Meggie's House Were Stacked Under Tables, On Chairs, In The Corners Of The Rooms. There Were Books In The Kitchen And Books In The Lavatory. Books On The TV Set And In The Closet, Small Piles Of Books, Tall Piles Of Books, Books Thick And Thin, Books Old And New. They Welcomed Meggie Down To Breakfast With Invitingly Opened Pages; They Kept Boredom At Bay When The Weather Was Bad. And Sometimes You Fell Over Them. "He's Just Standing There!" Whispered Meggie, Leading Mo Into Her Room. "Has He Got A Hairy Face? If So He Could Be A Werewolf." "Oh, Stop It!" Meggie Looked At Him Sternly, Although His Jokes Made Her Feel Less Scared. Already, She Hardly Believed Anymore In The Figure Standing In The Rain - Until She Knelt Down Again At The Window. "There! Do You See Him?" She Whispered. Mo Looked Out Through The Raindrops Running Down The