Tiny's own story book

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Title:
Tiny's own story book
Physical Description:
1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
John
American News Company ( Publisher )
Publisher:
American News Company
Place of Publication:
New York
Publication Date:

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1882   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre:
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Spatial Coverage:
United States -- New York -- New York

Notes

Statement of Responsibility:
by Uncle John.
General Note:
Contains poetry and prose.
Funding:
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of Florida
Holding Location:
Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management:
All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier:
aleph - 002239111
notis - ALH9636
oclc - 42397518
System ID:
UF00050322:00001

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COPYRIGHT 1882, BY

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PUSSY AND THE BIRD.

Pussy, pussy, what big eyes!
Tell me what you see ?
Ah, I know, and I can tell,
'Tis birdie on the tree.
Pussy, pussy, go away,
Let poor birdie be;
You have lots of milk to drink.
Miss Puss! will you mind me?
Oh, you naughty little cat!
You never hear a word;
You still sit there, with cruel teeth,
Waiting for the bird.
But birdie sees you, Pussy cat,
And he has flown away;
"Ah, Pussy, now go home," he says,
"And come another day."









GOING TO SKATE.

Harry is twelve years old. His
father gave him a fine new pair of
skates. The ice was very thick
on the pond, and his mother gave
him leave to go and skate. How
nice he looks in his warm coat and
skating cap! What warm gloves
he has, and good thick shoes! But
who is that by his side ? Poor
Jack Slocum, shivering with the
cold! He has no kind father
nor mother to care for him. He
is asking Harry if he will be so
"good as to give him a penny to
buy some bread. You will see
another picture that will show you
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WHAT HARRY DID.

Oh, what a nice kitchen! How
clean and warm it looks! What
a kind face Mary the cook has!
What is she going- to do with that
mug of hot soup and plate of
bread? See, who is that ragged,
cold, hungry boy in the corner?
Does he live there? No, that is
Jack Slocum, the boy who was
asking Harry for a penny, in the
picture before this. Harry did
not go skating. He took Jack
right home, and asked Mary to
"give him some dinner, and let him
warm himself by the fire. Harry
has gone to see if his mother has
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THE PIG AND THE HORSE.

Ugh ugh What are those
horses doing here, I'd like to know,
waking me and my little pigs up
from our nap ?" said an old pig
who had been asleep near the fence;
" go back to your stable, you lazy
creatures !"
"You call us lazy, do you?" said
the lbig horse. You are the lazy
one; you do nothing but eat and
stuff, and sleep all day long I
work for my master. I draw his
plow, take his hay to the market,
and do a great many other things.
You are a dirty idle thing! When
winter comes, you will be killed.
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THE BLACKBIRD.

Reuben is feeding Tip, his pet
blackbird. See what a pretty
cage he has!
Carlo and Toby are Reuben's
dogs. They are very handsome.
They love their young master, and
follow him all over. But if Reu-
ben puts his coat on a chair and
says, Carlo, watch !" nobody
could tempt Carlo away. And if
any one should try to take the
coat away from the chair, Carlo
would growl and bite. But he
never bites any one, unless they
come to steal, or harm his master.
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LITTLE ANNIE.

Little Miss Dolly in the wheel-
barrow sat,
While Annie the flowers did
pick;
A nice little nosegay she was go-
ing to make,
To take to Mamma, who was
sick.

She gathered the roses so white
and so pink;
The lilies and violets'too;
And her own little cheeks were as
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LITTLE ANNIE.

Then Dolly a ride in the garden
she took;
What a nice little pony she
made!
All down the smooth garden paths
she ran,
And Miss Dolly was never
afraid.


But now it is time for her own
morning nap,
And Dolly must have one too;
So, with Dolly in arms, she lays
herself down,
In her crib so pretty and new.









NAMING THE KITTENS.

Mamma," said Willic, Puss
has four little kittens. They are
up in the hay-loft. Won't you
come and see them ?"
In a minute, Willie," said Mam-
ma. When Mamma saw the kit-
tens, she said they were very pretty.
She asked Willie what their names
were to be.
I want the black one to be Jet,"
said Willie; the white one with a
black spot on its nose will be
Smudge; this one, Spot; and I
don't know what to name this ?"
"Won't Tip do?" asked Mamma.
Yes," said Willie, so the last
was called Tip.









T HE FOX.

This fox looks hungry. He has
come from his hole away off in
the woods, to find something to eat,
or to take home to Mrs. Fox and
her little family. IPerhaps he is
waiting till night comes, Then
he will go to the farm yard yonder,
and find a chicken or a duck.
Ducks are easier to get hold of, be-
cause they sleep on the ground.
Chickens roost on high perches,
where foxes find it hard to climb
up to them.
There is snow on the ground,
and this fox must take care, or the
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follow up the marks till he comes
to where the fox lives. Then, if
he sets a trap at the mouth of the
burrow, Mister Fox will have ci-
ther to stay inside and starve, or
come out and be caught. Or the
farmer may dig down into the hole.
Then Mister Fox and family are
sure to be killed.
Some farmers keep dogs for
hunting foxes. These are called
Fox-hounds. They have long
drooping ears, strong legs, and can
run very fast. Fox-hounds do not
hunt by sight; they know which
way the fox has gone, by the scent
or smell the fox leaves behind, as
he runs across the meadows or
pastures, and they follow on and






THE Fox.

on, till, at last, they come up with
the fox, and worry him to death in
a minute.
When many of these dogs are
kept together, they are called a
pack; and on certain hunting days,
a number of men meet on horse-
back, and the pack pursues the fox,
while the men and horses follow,
over fences and across brooks and
swamps, and through the woods,
till the fox is overtaken, and killed
by the dogs.
Before the dogs eat the fox,
the huntsman cuts off his tail, and
gives it to whoever was nearest up
to the pack when the fox was
caught. This tail is called the
brush."








THIE GUINEA-PIGS.

Here is Mrs. Guinea, and her
five little babies Did you ever
have a guinea-pig ?
They are funny little creatures,
very tame, and love to be petted.
We once had a little guinea-pig,
that used to go on the table, and
run to whoever called it. When
very much pleased, he made a
funny little grunting noise. Our
guinea-pig used to drink milk.
If you do not keep them very
clean, they will get sick and die.
When you have pets, you should
always take great care of them,
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Two STRANGE VISITORS.

Fanny Fanny! look, oh, do
look! here is a little boy; who is
he ? where did he come from ?"
Fanny came running up, and
she cried out, Why, there is a little
girl as well! Let us ask them to
play with us. Little girl, will
you play with Robby and me ?"
But the little girl would not say
a word, nor would the little boy
speak to Robby, but kept laughing
at him, and poking his finger at
him. The children thought they.
were very rude, for they had been
taught to answer when spoken to.
They did not know it was only
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OUR CHRISTMAS PUDDING.

Dear me !" cried Grandpa, as
the children rushed to the door,
"what can the matter be?"
Hurrah!" cried Harry, and a
lot of little voices shouted, "Let
me, do let me !"
Mamma smiled as Aunt Mary
came in, with a large pudding on a
dish. There it was! a big ball full
of plums, with a lovely sprig of
holly and red berries on the top.
It was the Christmas pudding,
and all the children wanted to help
bring it in. These little folks must
eat only a little of this rich pud-
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MENDING THE BOAT.

Simon is mending his boat. His
father is a ship builder, and makes
fishing boats and yachts for racing.
Simon and his sister Lucy, whom
you see in the picture, live with
Father and Mother near a large
bay, where there are creeks run-
ning into the ocean. The other
three boys are Cousins George,
Will and Arthur. Simonand Lucy
often go with their father sailing
on the bay; they think it fine fun,
though Lucy says she is a little
afraid when the wind blows very
hard, and the waves splash over
the side of her father's boat.
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all the parts of a boat, and likes to
see his father at work making one.
Last year Simon was at the top of
his class at school, and his father
at Christmas time made him a
present of this pretty schooner.
Simon called it the "Saucy Polly."
The Saucy Polly was painted black
with a white streak around the
sides, and she had a long strip of
lead screwed to her keel, to make
her sail steadily. Simon could
not try his boat for some time, for
the winter days were too cold.
But at last the warm spring days
came, and Simon and the other
boys took the boat down to the
creek to try her for the first time.
Simon and Cousin George started






MENDING THE BOAT.

the boat from one side of the creek,
while Arthur and Will watched
from the other side, so that when
she had sailed across they could
turn her round and send her back
again.
The Saucy Polly sailed finely,
and went across and back again
four times safely, but at last a
heavy puff of wind came, and blew
the little vessel right in among the
big stones by the shore. It broke
the topmast and tore one of the
sails. But Simon had learned from
his father how to mend boats, so
the boys carried the Saucy Polly
to the house, and now she is being
mended. Soon she will be ready
for another voyage.








FLoSSY.

Do you see Ada and her dog
Flossy?
Flossy is the kind of dog called
a spaniel. He is black except his
legs and feet, which are white or
gray, and on his nose there is a
white streak. His bushy tail is
very handsome; it looks like heavy
black fringe, and he has long silky
ears that hang down nearly to
the ground.
Flossy is a knowing fellow, and
has been taught many tricks by
Cousin Tom, who, when he went
away to school, gave the dog to
Ada to keep till he comes back.
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FLOSSY.

"you must be Grandpa." She
puts a cap on his head, and a pair
of spectacles on his nose, and a little
pipe in his mouth ; then he sits up
on his hind legs and holds a paper
in his fore paws, and pretends to
read. If you could but see his
funny little brown eyes peeping
out through the big glasses, how
you would laugh!
In a little while, Ada says,
"Now you have read the paper
enough. You must be tired. You
must take a nap." So she takes
away the paper and the pipe, and
puts Flossy on a big arm chair.
Then he leans back and pretends
to be asleep. No one can coax
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FLOSSY.

calls out "sugar!" Then he jumps
down, and runs and barks to get
his piece of sugar. Ada thinks
so much of her little friend, that I
do not know whether she will
want to part with him when Cousin
Tom comes back; but that will be
a long time yet.
This morning Ada and Flossy
have had a long play in the garden.
Now she is sitting down on the
grass, under the shadow of the
large elm tree, and holds the dog
as if she were having her picture
taken. Mister Flossy looks quite
at ease, and content. I think he
ought to be, with so good a home
and so kind a little mistress. Don't
you ?








MILKING THE GOAT.

What a curious place to find a
goat in! On board a ship at sea.
But Mistress Nannie seems quite
at home, and she cannot be very
hungry, for she does not eat the
potato peelings which Jack has
thrown just in front of her. Per-
haps she has been taken on ship-
board to give milk for some sick
little boy or girl who is a passen-
ger. Goats must be good sailors,
for they are very sure footed.
Nannie has a little cabin built on
the deck, with a good bed of hay,
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HOME FROM SCHOOL.

School is closing to-day, for the
long holidays. The boys and girls
have cleared up their desks, and
packed their books and slates.
Many good-byes have been said to
the teachers. The children have
left the school house with loud hur-
rahs, and are going home, thinking
of what fun they will have before
school days come again.
Harry has got the prize for hav-
ing been the best behaved boy in
the class. He runs home as fast
as he can, and in the path through
the woods, he meets his mother,
who has been waiting for him.
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got the prize. It is a book. It is
just the one I have wanted."
"I am very glad that your
teacher thinks you deserve it, m\I
boy," said his mother. I have
been watching for you for some
time. Ve will go in now, and
you can show me your new book."
\Vhile Harry and his mother
are goin r to the house, let me tell
you about him.
When school began, his teacher
said she would give a prize to the
one who had the best marks. She
did not mean lesson marks. alone,
but the one who was always in
time, and who was orderly and
kept the rules of the school, besides
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HOME FROM SCHooL.

was to have the prize. All the
boys and girls were pleased, and
each one hoped to ()et it.
For a time it seemed as if there
were so many g the teacher would have to o(ve
more than one prize. But after a
time many of them forgot. Harry
did not. He got up early every
morning to helJp his mother, or run
errands; he would have the walk
swept, and all things in order be-
fore breakfast. Then he was ready
to start for school.
So he was never late, and he
tried hard to learn. When the
teacher gave Harry the prize this
morning, all the class agreed that
he had fairly earned it.









PICKING BLACKBERRIES.

This is little Katie. She has
come from school, and asked her
mother if she might go and pick
blackberries, as she had seen so
many large ripe ones, by the side
of the road, as she came home.
Her mother gave her leave to
go; so Katie took her basket, that
Aunt Jane gave her at Christ-
mas, and off she went, singing as
merrily as a little bird.
When she came to the place
where the blackberries were, she
looked carefully, and picked only
the ripest berries. Soon her basket
was full, so she reached home in
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PICKING BLACKBERRIES.

But there is the most fun picking
berries when a party of children
go together, each one with a
basket or a tin pail. Then the
boys and girls try to see which
one is the best picker. That does
not always mean the one who
picks the most berries. It means
the one who fills the basket with
the best and ripest berries. A boy
or girl whose basket is filled with
unripe fruit is a careless picker.
Even in so small a thing as pick-
ing berries, the work should be
done in the best way; and the one
who does the best and most careful
work in little things, is nearly
always the one who does the best
in other kinds of work.










Uncle, please tell us about Gi-
raffes. Where do they live ?
Giraffes live in the hot parts of
Africa. Those in the wild beast
shows, all come from there.
The giraffe has long fore legs
and neck. His back slopes so
from neck to tail, that you could
not hold on to ride him, even if he
would let you try. His hair is
short and thick, and of a reddish
white, with brown spots. He feeds
on grass and leaves of trees.
The giraffe is a peaceful animal,
but if he is attacked he will defend
himself with his hind feet. Hunt-
ers say he can Ikeep off even a lion.







BIRDS IN THE WOODS.

" Pewit, pewit, peep, peep, pewit,"
Sang the little birds all day;
In the shady wood, where they
loved to swing
On the leafy bough and spray.
And there they lived, and built
their nest,
In the branch of a chestnut tree;
And little birdies came at last,
The prettiest you could see.
From morn to eve their song is
heard,
All day the Summer through;
When Autumn came with chilling
blast,
To warmer climes they flew.
But winter past, again the woods
Put on the dress of Spring;
And then we know it also will
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CHARLIE'S I)DRUM.

It is Christmas morning! When
Charlie woke up he found that
Santa Claus has left in his stocking
the drum he had wished for. He
could hardly cat his breakfast. He
wanted to play on his drum. He
said he would be a soldier when he
grew big. Mamma told him that
soldiers have to do what they are
told. If he wished to be a soldier,
he must begin to mind while he
was a little boy. When Charlie
heard this, he eat his bread and
milk without saying a word. As
soon as he had done, he asked if
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went to the play room and found
the red cap \Malmma had made him.
Hie put it on and got his drum.
Then lie began, rub-a-dul), dub !
He was making" such a noise
he never heard the door open or
knew there was any one there, un-
til some one said Hallo! Charlie,
what's all this noise about ?"
Oh, Uncle George," said Char-
lie, is that you ? I am so glad.
Won't you play soldiers ? You
know you are a real captain, and I
want to be your drummer boy.
May I, Uncle George ?"
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change your mind when you are
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CHARLIE'S D)RUM.

comes. I want to know if a little
boy I know would like to g( with
me for a sleigh ride ? We will go
to see his cousins."
Oh, yes," said Charlie, clapping
his hands. Shall we go now,
Uncle? and may I take my drum
to show Fred and Harold ?"
"Yes," said Uncle, "come, put
on your things. We must hurry,
for the horses don't like to wait in
this cold weather. Ask Mamma to
wrap you up well, for Jack Frost
is out this morning, and he may try
to get a bite at your ears." Very
soon, Charlie was ready. Now,
kiss Mamma good-bye, for we are
going to keep you( all day at our
house." And off they went.









PussY CHEATED.

Oh Pussy! Pussy how silly
you are Do you think a big cat
like you can get into that boot ?
Ah, Mister Rat, you are very
cunning ; you spied the little hole
at the bottom. Perhaps you
thought it was made on purpose
for you to get out at. How glad
you were to see it! There you
are, running away as fast as you
can. Puss will not catch you this
time. When you are safe in your
own hole, you can laugh to think
how you cheated Mrs. Puss. Poor
Puss! another time she will know
better than to go into a boot which
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ED AND HIS DONKEY.

You wonder why Ed leads the
donkey along the road without
saddle or bridle, and with only a
rope halter round his head. Listen
and I will tell you.
Ed keeps his donkey in a pas-
ture lot. Jack has all the grass he
can eat, and good water to drink.
At night he sleeps in a little shed.
But Jack, for all this, is not content,
and when he finds a hole in the
fence he will go off and roll in
the dusty road.
Yesterday Ed's mother wanted
two heavy baskets taken to the
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in the little cart. But Ed called
in vain. There was no Jack. He
had Lonfe.
Then Ed looked at the fence,
and saw there was a big gap in it.
This was how Jack had (got out.
Ed ran and told his mother. Then
he took the baskets to the village
in a wheelbarrow. After that he
started off to find Jack.
Meanwhile Jack had gone a
long way. He had rolled in the
dust, and never thought of home.
Soon night came, and Jack wished
he was in his shed; so he turned to
go back. Just then a man came
and led him into a barn yard, and
locked him in a shed. How Jack
did wish he was back home!







ED AND HIS DONKEY.

Ed searched that night till late,
but did not find Jack. Next day
he went again, and, at last, came
to where Jack was locked up. Ed
asked the man if he had seen Jack.
The man laughed, and said yes."
He took Ed to the shed. Oh,
how glad Jack was to see his kind
master again Ed thanked the
man for taking care of Jack, and
started home with him. There
they are!
Jack is tired and hungry, and
thinks to himself he will not run
away again. Ed is tired too.
He thinks that after this he will
see that there are no more broken
places in the fence, for Jack to get
out and run away.









(RANDPA'S GIRL.

To-day. is Grandpa's birthday.
Emma has been out in the garden,
rolling her hoop. She is six years
old. Grandpa called to her from
the window, and she ran to him,
to wish him many returns of the
day. Grandpa kisses her for her
good wishes. Then she runs off
to tell Mamma breakfast is ready.
Mamma says she will come in a
minute. She is tying up a little
bunch of violets for Emma to give
to Grandpa. How sweet they are!
Now the flowers are ready, and
Mamma and Emma go in to give
them to Grandpa. He will be so
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BUZZ AND COON.

Buzz and Coon are two Scotch
terrier dogs. They are so nearly
alike, that Harry can scarcely tell
which is which. He has to look
carefully at their noses. The one
whose nose is a little blacker and
sharper than the other is Coon.
There he is, on your right hand.
Uncle George gave these dogs
to Harry. He made two kennels,
and put each dog in his own ken-
nel, with the name marked over
the door, Buzz and Coon. Then
he nailed little slats across the
doors, and directed the kennels to
Harry, and sent them by express.
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he ran out to see. The driver
said, Here are two kennels for
you, Master Harry; where shall
they be put?" Harry was delight-
ed. His mother said they must
be taken down to the stable; so
Harry took them. They were not
heavy, for Buzz and Coon are only
small dogs.
Each dog keeps to his own ken-
nel, and they like to go out with
Harry when he goes walking.
Since Buzz and Coon have been
here, Harry says there are no rats
to be seen round the stable. But
they got hold of one of Papa's
slippers last week, and shook it all
to pieces. He had to buy a new
pair.






BUZZ AND COON.

Harry has taught Coon a great
many tricks. He tried to teach
Buzz, but soon found that it was
easier to teach Coon; he is the
sharper of the two.
Coon will sit up on his hind
legs, and lift his fore paw to his
head, as 'if to take his hat off.
Harry says that, in this, Coon is
more polite than some boys are.
Then Harry puts a piece of
cake on Coon's nose; Coon sits
quite still, though he can smell the
cake, and wants to eat it. But he
waits till Harry snaps his fingers;
then he springs up, tossing the bit
of cake in the air, and catches it in
his mouth as it falls. Would you
like such a sharp dog as Coon ?









THE PET LAMB.

Susan has a pet lamb. His
name is Frisk. When Frisk was
only two days old, his mother fell
from a bridge into the river, and
was drowned. Sue found the little
lamb, next morning, in the lane.
He was very feeble, and nearly
dead. Susan took him to the
house, and fed him with bread and
milk, and soon the lamb was able
to run about. Susan's father said
if she would take care of Frisk he
should be hers. When Susan
comes with her basket of grass and
clover, Frisk runs to her. Mam-
ma gave her a little bell, and she
has strapped this around his neck.












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THE MARTEN.

Here you see a marten. He is
nearly as large as a cat, but his
legs are shorter. He is a nimble
fellow, and can climb trees a good
deal better than Puss can. He
has very sharp long claws. His
coat of fur is brown color, except
just under the chin and throat.
There it is light yellow. His fur
is soft, short and thick, and makes
a warm cloak. It would take the
skins of a good many martens to
make a long fur cloak for you.
The marten lives in the woods.
He likes to make his home in the
hollow trunk of a tree. Then he
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keeps quiet. When a bird comes
near, the marten springs upon
him, and carries him off.
The marten is a great chicken
thief. If he can find a good
place to hide near a farm-yard, he
will go to the hen roost every
night, and the farmer will miss one
or more of his chickens every morn-
ing. The farmer must set a trap
then, or he will soon have no
chickens at all.
I think the marten in the pic-
ture crept up that tree after a bird.
He has not caught him. The
bird must have hopped to the next
branch before the marten got there.
Look how sharp and eager the
marten looks!







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