I remember my mom sweetening the bed-ridden rule for us when we were feverish and therefore required to stay in bed for a whole day even after our fevers went away; she would read Robert Louis Stephenson's poem "The Land of Counterpane" to us and people our beds with toys for the long stay. In bed today with fever and books. Still like the Land of Counterpane.https://www.lnstar.com/mall/literature/rls/LandofCounterpane.htm
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