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crockery from the pigs and turned curiously to the man. She said, "Why, you've let them take the tea" No answer. She wondered.
"They're in the Wood!"
Suddenly, and for the fiftieth time, the axe flew off. The man held the handle and stared at the woodheap. Mother watched him. He removed his hats, and looked inside them. He remained looking inside them.
Mother watched him more closely. His lips moved. He said, "Listen to them,! They're coming! I knew they'd follow!"
"Who?" asked mother, trembling slightly.
"They're in the wood!" he went on.
"Ha, ha! I've got them. They'll never get out; never get out!"
Mother fled, screaming. She ran inside and
