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The Three Bears.
up all poor Tiny's soup, she began to rock herself to and fro in his little chair: she had often been punished for this naughty trick, but without effect. While she was indulging this silly whim, out came the rush-bottom of the chair, and she and the soup jar rolled on the floor. But she did not mind this at all, thinking it was line fun. She now thought she would go up stairs, and see all that was to be seen: and there we will leave her for the present.
When the three Bears came back, they found that some one had been there. " Who has been to my soup ?" roared out Mr. Bruin. "And who has been to my soup ? " said Mrs. B., with |
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