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“Please don’t offer me another strawberry. I’ve had
enough,”
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Fred and Daisy were in their mousehole, under the kitchen
floor of the old house. The people who owned the house were away, so there
had been no tasty, kitchen scraps for nearly a week.
“I’m tired of eating fruit and muddy vegetables, from the garden,” said Fred. “Well, now what am I to do with all these strawberries?” sighed Daisy mouse. “I’ve picked enough to open a shop.” |