"Oh!" said Willie, "I'm going to find the moon; it's made of green
cheese, you know."

"I don't believe it's made of green cheese at all," said Mr.
Woodmouse, but Willie wouldn't listen to him and went on his way.

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Coming round by Clover Green whom should he meet but Miss Jenny Wren,
looking very gay in her yellow bonnet.

"Where are you off to?" she asked.

"I'm on my way to find the moon."

"The moon!" cried Miss Wren, "you'll never reach it."

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"I flew ever so high one evening and I didn't seem to get any nearer."

"Well," said Willie, "why should it be made of green cheese if you
can't reach it?" And on he went.

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Presently he came up to a wood, and looking up he saw Mr. Squirrel
jumping from branch to branch.

"Good afternoon," he said.