A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories by Beatrix Potter
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MY-nuts?"
THEY caught him and dragged him up the very same tree, where there was the little round hole, and they pushed him in. The hole was much too small for Timmy Tiptoes' figure. They squeezed him dreadfully, it was a wonder they did not break his ribs. "We will leave him here till he confesses," said Silvertail Squirrel, and he shouted into the hole-- "Who's-been-digging-up MY-nuts?" TIMMY TIPTOES made no reply; he had tumbled down inside the tree, upon half a peck of nuts belonging to himself. He lay quite stunned and still. GOODY TIPTOES picked up the nut bags and went home. She made a cup of tea for Timmy; but he didn't |
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