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“That should do the trick,” said Fred. “Get rid of the strawberries and bring in some good solid food, for a change.” “I hope so,” said Daisy. Young Polly Perky came skipping down the street. She sometimes did babysitting for Fred and Daisy. She stopped outside the mousehole.
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“I like your sign. Is it meant to be a picture of a currant bun?” she asked. “I love buns!” “Well, it’s not a bun,” said Fred.
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