"Those crows must be talking to each other!" Dickie Dorn thought to
himself, as he lay upon his back under the big oak tree and watched the
three crows.

The third crow now cried, "Awww! Ca-ca-caw!"

Dickie jumped up and ran down the hill to where Granny lived. It was a
tiny little house, not much larger than a piano box, but it was plenty
large enough for Granny, for Granny was only two feet high. Some people
even thought Granny was a witch.

Of course Dickie knew that Granny was not a witch, for Granny was very
good and kind. So Dickie knocked at Granny's tiny front door.

"Come in!" Granny cried. "Good morning, Dickie!" she said, as Dickie
crawled into the tiny living room.

When Dickie took a seat upon a tiny sofa he did not know just how to ask
Granny for what he wanted, so he twiddled his thumbs.

"Why do you twiddle your thumbs, Dickie?" Granny asked, as she smiled
through her glasses at him.

"I was wondering what the three crows were talking of!" Dickie replied.
Granny went to her tiny cupboard and brought out a little bottle of
purple fluid. She dropped three drops of this into a tiny spoon and held
it to Dickie.

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