Answer:
how many words are in those books
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
What runs around all day. Then lies under the bed. With its tongue hanging out?
You heart it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?