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Timmy Tiptoes sat out, enjoying the breeze; he whisked his tail and chuckled--"Little wife Goody,the nuts are ripe; we must lay up a store for winter and spring." Goody Tiptoes was busy pushing moss under the thatch--"The nest is so snug, we shall be sound asleep all winter. Then we shall wake up all the thinner, when there is nothing to eat in spring-time," replied prudent Timothy. |