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Mr. Jeremy took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into open water. "I know a good place for minnows," said Mr. Jeremy Fisher.
Mr. Jeremy stuck his pole into the mud and fastened the boat to it.
Then he settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fishing
tackle. He had the dearest little red float. His rod was a tough stalk
of grass, his line was a fine long white horse-hair, and he tied a
little wriggling worm at the end.