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Goody Tiptoes picked up the nut bags and went home. She made a cup of tea for Timmy; but he didn't come and didn't come.
Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night. Next morning she ventured back to the nut-bushes to look for him; but the other
unkind squirrels drove her away.
She wandered all over the wood, calling—
"Timmy Tiptoes! Timmy Tiptoes! Oh, where is Timmy Tiptoes?" |
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In the meantime Timmy Tiptoes came to his senses. He found
himself tucked up in a little moss bed, very much in the dark,
feeling sore; it seemed to be under ground. Timmy coughed and
groaned, because his ribs hurted him. There was a chirpy noise,
and a small striped Chipmunk appeared with a night light, and
hoped he felt better?
It was most kind to Timmy Tiptoes; it lent him its night-cap; and the
house was full of provisions. |
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