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a wolf, who was passing at the time, made a snatch at the cow, and swallowed Thumbling. Still he kept a good heart, and called out from inside, “O, Mr. Wolf, I know of a real nice meal for you."

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"Where is it to be found?" asked the wolf. "In the house by the field. You must creep through the gutter, and you will find cakes and bacon as much as you can eat." But the house of which Thumbling was speaking was his father's house.

6. The wolf in the night crept in, and ate till he was full. Then he tried to get out by the way he went in, but the hole was not large enough. Thumbling, who had planned this, began to make a great noise inside the poor wolf. "Will you be quiet?" said the will awake the people."

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you 7. At last his father and mother awoke, and came to the room, and looked through the chinks of the door. When they saw the wolf, they ran and brought the axe and the scythe. Stop you behind," said the man ; "if my blow does not kill him, you must give him a cut with the scythe, and chop off his head if you can."

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8. When Thumbling heard his father's voice, he called out, "Father dear, I am here, in the wolf's body." "Heaven be praised!" said the man, full of joy, "our dear child is found again." Then he raised his axe, and gave the wolf such a blow on

its head that it fell dead. He then took a knife and cut open the wolf, and set free his little son.

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replied Thumbling, "I have been a great deal about the world."

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Where have you been, my son?"

Once I was in a mouse-hole, once in a snail's shell, once inside a cow, and lastly inside that wolf. But now I will stop here with you," said Thumbling.

10. Yes," said the old people, "we will not sell you again for all the world." So they kissed him with great love and joy. Then they gave him plenty to eat and drink, and had new clothes made for him, for his old ones were worn out with all he had through.

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Brooklet, dost thou roam? I am roaming through the valley,

Onward to my home.

2. Stop and tell me, little brooklet,

Where is then thy home? If I stop thus, I shall never Reach the ocean foam.

3. Why such haste to reach the

ocean,

Why not here abide?

I must keep the ships in motion,

On the ocean wide.

4. Brooklet, bud, and flower, and blossom

Never still remain:

We have learned a lesson from you,

Brooklet on the plain.

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ANUARY brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow.

2. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.

3 March brings breezes sharp and chill,

Shakes the dancing daffodil.

4. April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

5. May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Sporting round their fleecy dams.

6. June brings tulips, lilies, roses; Fills the children's hands with posies.

7. Hot July brings thunder-showers, Apricots, and gillyflowers.

8. August brings the sheaves of corn; Then the harvest home is borne.

9. Warm September brings the fruit; Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

10. Brown October brings the pheasant; Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

11. Dull November brings the blast Hark! the leaves are whirling fast.

12. Cold December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

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