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Mother Goose: Teller of Fairy Tales

Worlds of Wonder's Mother Goose has another difference between the legend and this version, in that she doesn't recite nursery rhymes. The stories she tells are fairy tales. In fact, Worlds of Wonder didn't touch nursery rhymes until a year later. Mother Goose not only tells and sings the stories, but also interacts with the characters.

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