And just in case you can’t read my writing:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Okay, that ROCKS, girlie. I love tunnel books. Was it hard to put together?
It’s super easy. I made a simple accordion / pants book and then cut the tunnel out. I’ve looked ahead in MHB and I’ll be making a much more complicated one when I get to chapter 3.