Spotto! In my cubard! In the kitchen!
Spotto for a pepper shaker
"Why, Sir,’ said Lucy. ‘I think – I don’t know – but I think I could be brave enough.‘”
Spotto! On my dining table with the salt one.
Spotto for a fancy bookmark that is not in a book at present.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto!
Spotto for something to eat.
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Spotto! A chocolate bar.
Spotto for something new.
Christ is King.
Spotto! A new book.
Spotto for a box of something.
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Spotto! A box of postcards.
Spotto for a family heirloom.
We have nothing, if not belief.
—C.S. Lewis
Spotto! Matching tallboys that my parents had in the 1950s.
Spotto for something hung over a door knob.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto!
Spotto for a sticker of some sort.
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Spotto! There is any amount of post-it notes in all my books where I have wanted to comment on pieces of paper but where I didn't want to damage the books.
Spotto for a picture of a crown.
Spotto! Just found one in a picture book of Sleeping Beauty.
Spotto for a receipt of some kind.
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Spotto! I just cleared a lot of old receipts out of a drawer.
Spotto for a safety pin either in use or not in use.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto! At least one not-in-use safety pin in a box of odds & ends at the back of where I am sitting in the kitchen.
Spotto for an open box of paper tissues at hand.
Spotto! Up on my tallboy in the bedroom.
Spotto for a sleeping pet.
There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.
"...when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards."
Spotto!
Spotto for a ball.
Poetry in the moonlight was a dangerous thing.
Spotto!
Spotto for a hair thing.
Christ is King.