A little girl got pricked by a nail and fell down a hill.
“That won’t do. I want to feel nothing, then I can go tumbling down anyway I want.” said the little girl. Little boys and girls are similar in one regard.
My mum liked telling us stories and I loved them. She told me a lot of folktales while growing up. I remember those nights, we’d (my two sisters and me) sit with her. She’d occasionally start with a song, on some days she’d start with the “story story” line.