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When Fattie had finished at last, they packed themselves up and started. It is a good way from Cross Roads to Three Bears Wood. Very soon the sun began to sink. Dark was coming on and the moon was rising when they came to the edge of the Wood. Even Mrs. Knight began to wonder whether her bananas were worth all the trouble, when she saw how bluey-dark the wood could look. She thought "the dogs will look after us!" But the dogs thought: "It is one thing to chase bears out of the garden in the afternoon, and quite a different thing to hunt them in their own wood after dark. Where are our nice comfy kennels?" Albert said: "Isn't it time you put on your lamps?" Then Mr. Bliss remembered he had never bought any - as you will see if you look back at the pictures. He had only bothered about the colour of the wheels. "Never mind," said Herbert. "There won't be any policeman out in this lonely place." "I wish there were," said Mr. Bliss - "lots and lots of policemen." |
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