My Bed is an Air Balloon Charts rather than have someone else's

rather than have someone else's interpretation handed down to you

It falls to eleven-year-old Rose Bliss and her three siblings to try and win back the book and avert disaster

which are authentic accounts of teacher's experiences

phrases and meanings

My Bed is an Air Balloon Charts rather than have someone else'sWhen night falls my bed is an air balloon. I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon. I float above treetops where fluttertufts are sleeping And flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping; Ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass, A floog with her velvet nose bent to the grass. Such treasures I spy on! My bed in the trees Swings me up high, like a circus trapeze. Now the cool, night rustling air Slips through my finger gaps,