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"Go away," said Fern, chucking a cupcake at the pesky vermin. "Can't you see I'm busy preparing for Christmas?" And she turned and returned to her baking as the saddened neighbor left. But no sooner had this one disappeared down the snowy land than a group of minstrel mice was heard singing outside her window. "Merry Christmas, Fern Fieldmouse!" they shouted cheerily. "May we come in and carol for you?" "No time for that," she replied. "I have simply too much to do to waste my time with singing. Now, off with you!" |
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