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“And the consolation prize,” called Chief Browntoot, “a barrow load of very ripe strawberries, goes to the last across the line.” ![]() |
She wheeled the barrow towards Jim and Molo. “Bring the empty barrow back first thing in the morning,” she said. “Thank you!” yelled Molo, “Now, let’s get these round to the General. He is in for a big surprise!” “Run!” laughed Jim. “I can taste that
doughnut already.”
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