| Turn back
A whiskery, old mouse was coming down the street with a barrow full of wheat.
He saw Daisy nibbling her strawberry and he stopped outside the mousehole. |
“Aaah, a juicy ‘stra-burry’ would quench my thirst,” croaked
the old fellow. “I’m as dry as a stick of wheat.”
“Please have one,” said Daisy. “They are very juicy.”
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