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“Ho, ho!” Rusty laughed. “You can’t be serious. The field is full of those. The mice have been helping themselves to them for days. You’ll never sell any." “These are very fine ones!” said Fred “You could make jam from them. There is nothing tastier than bread with strawberry jam.” “You don’t need best strawberries for jam and you haven’t any bread!” said Rusty. “Cheerio, Fred. Cheerio.” Rusty went on his way whistling. |
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