Half-Past Seven Stories by Robert Gordon Anderson
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calling, "Goose, Goose, Goose," over and over until he thought up a
bright idea--a fine rhyme,-- "You've no excuse." And then to the Turkey,-- "Turkey, come to my party, If you don't, you're a smarty." Sort of silly, wasn't it?--but, no, I guess that was pretty good. Then he yelled,-- "Here Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, You'll have a bite of that." And-- "Wienie and Brownie and Rover, Come 'n over, come 'n over, come 'n over!" And at last,-- "Here, little fish, Is a nice little dish." All things considered, he did pretty well, didn't he? Now he emptied all the different kinds of food, from his seven |
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