An Anthro Genius

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 Miss Bianca and Bernard
 
 
The Rescuers


Wait Till The Moon Is Full


The Cricket In Times Square


Charlotte's Web


Charlotte's Web
 

 Tucker's Countryside


The Gingerbread Rabbit


The Gingerbread Rabbit


Little Fur Family (aka Hybrid Online)!
 

 Amigo
 

Harry Cat's Pet Puppy
 

Mister Dog


 Stuart Little


Someone bought this at the Williams estate auction and is bragging about it on the web.  Wanna tell me where you live?


Benjamin Pink, Benjamin's Treasure


Benjamin's Treasure


The Gingerbread Rabbit


The Three Little Kittens


The Three Little Kittens

 
The three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear,
That we have lost our mittens."
"What!   Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie."
"Meow, meow, meow."
"Then you shall have no pie."

The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry,
"Oh, mother dear, see here, see here,
For we have found our mittens."
"Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you shall have some pie."
"Purr, purr, purr,
Oh, let us have some pie."

The three little kittens put on their mittens,
And soon ate up the pie,
"Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear,
That we have soiled our mittens."
"What, soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens!"
Then they began to sigh,
"Meow, meow, meow,"
Then they began to sigh.

The three little kittens, they washed their mittens,
And hung them out to dry,
"Oh, mother dear, do you not hear,
That we have washed our mittens?"
"What, washed your mittens, then you're good kittens,
But I smell a rat close by."
"Meow, meow, meow,
We smell a rat close by."
 

O mommy dear look here look here


Goldilocks And The Three Bears - Preliminary


The Three Little Pigs


While I'm doing the three thing.
 

 

 













The Three Little Animals
 
 Margaret Wise Brown and Garth Williams - Harper & Brothers, 1956


 Bedtime For Frances


The Cricket In Times Square.  Chester the Connecticut cricket is befriended by Tucker Mouse and Harry Cat.
 

 Frontispiece, Wait Till The Moon Is Full


Harry Cat's Pet Puppy


Upside Over


Bernard, The Rescuers


The Committee from The Rescuers


Garth Montgomery Williams

April 16, 1912 – May 8, 1996
 
 
Such a lovely place to live, and with a digitigrade well dressed carnivorous rabbit who shows up on time.  This would be my vote for how to spend my next life, yessir.
 
https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2021/07/benjamin-pink.html 
 
 

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