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Tom Kitten coughed and choked with the smoke; and he could hear
the sticks beginning to crackle and burn in the fire-place down
below. He made up his mind to climb right to the top, and get out
on the slates, and try to catch sparrows.
"I cannot go back. If I slipped I might fall in the fire and singe my beautiful tail and my little blue jacket." |
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