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HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT

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    No, said t is it like?

    Nice, said tute Fis nubbly.

    tcail.

    One at a time is enougute Fiso latitude Fifty Nortude Forty est (t is magic), you ting _on_ a raft, _in_ t a pair of blue canvas breec _not_ forget t Beloved), and a jack- knife, one s is only fair to tell you, is a man of infinite-resource-and-sagacity.

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    So o tute Fis shall I do?

    tell o come out, said tute Fish.

    So t to t and be the hiccoughs.

    Nay, nay! said t so, but far otake me to my natal-se-cliffs-of-Albion, and Ill t it. And o dance more than ever.

    You ter take ute Fiso t to  e-resource-and-sagacity.

    So tail, as  last al-se-cliffs-of-Albion, and er, As, Nasations on tc as c of  y, aken  up t into a little square grating all running criss- cross, and ied it firm  to forget t grating good and tigo t, and t stuck! ted t , I o relate--

    By means of a grating

    I opped your ating.

    For tepped out on t o o trail oes in ter; and er from t day on, ting in ,  very, very small fis is t men or boys or little girls.

    tute Fis and or.  t be angry h him.

    took t on t beo tie ting  is t_ tale.

    -holes are dark and green

    Because of tside;

    ween)

    And teo tureen,

    And trunks begin to slide;

    he floor in a heap,

    And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,

    And you arent waked or washed or dressed,

    guessed)

    Youre Fifty Norty est!