W. A. G.'s Tale by Margaret Turnbull
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WE ALL WORKED WITH HOSE AND EVERYTHING
AUNTY MAY GOT A HATCHET AND MADE A CHOP AT THE SNAKE I BELIEVED THEY HAD REALLY GONE AWAY, AND LEFT ME ALL ALONE I TOLD HIM ALL ABOUT AUNTY MAY SLID DOWN WITHOUT A BIT OF NOISE I WOKE UP AND FOUND MYSELF LYING ON THE PORCH AND IT WAS UNCLE BURT W.A.G.'S TALE PREFACE BY THE AUTHOR I have been sick. Now I am better the Doctor makes me lie in bed because of all that Anti-toxin he put in me, which weakens the heart. Anti-toxin isn't a lady, it's a medicine for diphtheria. Aunty May is a lady. She reads me books and plays games with me. But I am tired of books written about nature, and animals, and Indians, and fairies, and I wished out loud that somebody would write a book about a boy, just like me. So |
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