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“How's about swapping three of them ‘stra-burries’ for three stems of my fine wheat?” asked old George from the country. He waited anxiously. He had pushed his barrow for miles, and miles through wheat country. He had not sold any of his wheat yet. “Take as many strawbedrries as you like,” said Fred. “Take a couple of armfuls of wheat,”
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Fred loaded strawberries onto the barrow. |
