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1.10.26 - Part 1 · Children's Hour

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  Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome to real is SHARE's Story Hour. As
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  a reminder, REALI is a reading service intended for people
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  who are blind or have other disabilities that make it
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  difficult to read printed material. Today we will be reading
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  from various books on winter. Your reader is Diane. Our
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  first book is titled William's Winter Nap and it was
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  published by Disney Hypoon, an imprinted Disney Book Group. Has
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  a copyright year of twenty seventeen and the author is
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  Linda Ashman. In a house on a hill that's tall
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  and steep, there's a boy named William who's ready to sleep.
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  He drinks his cocoa, climbs in bed. He fluffs the
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  pillow beneath his head, then burrows down for a nice
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  long nap, but wakes to the sound of.
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  Speaker 2: A tap tap tap. Excuse me, but I've lost my way.
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  Speaker 1: I'm cod and tired. May please stay? Will says, yes,
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  I'll scooch a bit. There's room for two. I'm sure
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  we'll fit.
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  Speaker 2: The two.
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  Speaker 1: Climb in and curl up tight. They yawn and say
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  good night, good night. It's quiet, just the cloths TikTok.
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  Speaker 2: But wait, what's that? A knock? Knock? Knock.
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  Speaker 1: Oh, what a lovely cozy place. Could you spare a
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  smidge of space? Will says, yes, we'll scooch a bit.
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  There's room for three. I'm sure will fit the three.
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  Climb in and curl up tight. They yawn and say
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  good night good night. It's peaceful in the sleepy room
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  until that is.
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  Speaker 2: The boom boom boom.
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  Speaker 1: My toes are non my tail is too okay? If
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  I come in with you, Will says, yes, we'll scooch
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  a bit. There's room for four. I'm sure we'll fit
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  the four. Climb in and curl up tight. They yawn
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  and say good night good night. Ping ping ping, Could
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  that be rained? No pebbles on the window pane? May
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  I come in? I need some rest? I promise I'm
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  a perfect guest. Will says, yes, we'll scooch a bit.
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  There's room for five. I'm sure we'll fit the five.
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  Climb in and curl up tight. They yawn and say
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  good night good night. The sound of snoring soft and low.
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  Then crunch some footsteps in the snow. A notice slipped
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  beneath the door. Do you have room for just one more?
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  I'd rather not too squished? No space there's got to
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  be some other place. We don't have room. Too hard
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  to fit, No way, we can't consider it. Will says,
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  if it's someone small, it might not be so hard
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  at He tucks the door to see who's there.
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  Speaker 2: Oh, oh my, what now a bear?
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  Speaker 1: I saw your light on through the trees. I'm lonely.
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  May I join you? Please? Bear shivers in the falling snow.
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  I see no room. That's fine, I'll go. It's awfully cold,
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  the snow, the ice. He keep us warm. He'd seem
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  quite nice. They all say, wait, well, scooch a bit,
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  there's room for six. Somehow we'll fit the six climbing
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  and curl up tight. They yawn and say good night.
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  Good night, sweet dreams my friends, says Will, sleep tight.
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  I'll see you in the warm spring light. Our next
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  book is titled The Snow Dancer, and it was published
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  by Amazon in two lions. The trademark of Amazon dot
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  Com has a copyright ear of twenty twenty and the author.
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  Speaker 2: Is Eddie Bo's Will.
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  Speaker 1: Sophia was asleep when the snowflakes came all through the night.
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  They fell, frosting the rooftops, fluffing the sidewalks, laying fuzzy
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  hats on the fire hydrants. When she woke, Sofia flew
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  to the window. Snow day, she asked, snow day, she said,
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  snow day.
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  Speaker 2: She cheered. Her voice hung in the still air.
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  Speaker 1: No busses squilled, no cars honked, no neighbors shouted. Her
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  city and all its sounds had disappeared. Sophia bundled out
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  of the sleeping house. She sniffed the cold, clean air
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  and tasted the smart, sparkling snow. She fell down the
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  hidden steps. Oh, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. She hops scotch
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  down the invisible sidewalk, slish slush, slish slush. She skated
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  across the frozen street. She slid to a stop. At
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  the top of the park. The sun shone like a
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  giant spotlight. The soccer filled gleamed like a giant stage.
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  There wasn't a single set of foot prints, yet Sophia leaped,
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  She twirled, She made patterns with her footprints. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
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  She drew lines with her shuffles. Slush, slish slush. She
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  danced a whole ballet into the silence, until children appeared
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  at the top of the hill.
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  Speaker 2: Look, whispered the little girl a snowfairy. But the other
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  kids didn't hear.
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  Speaker 1: They saw the giant spotlight in the giant stage. They
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  shouted snow day as they ran skelter melter down the hill. Stop.
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  Sophia said, wait, listen, but the kids didn't stop. They
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  were too busy running and jumping, laughing and yelling, pushing
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  and falling, scattering all of Sofia's beautiful silence. A little
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  girl tugged on her scarf. Are you a snowfairy? I'm
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  not a fairy, I'm just a dancer, sniffled Sophia. What
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  does a snow dancer do? Sophia thought for a moment,
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  she stood up a little straighter. A snow dancer can
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  do anything. She reached at her hand. I'll show you.
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  The other kids stomped roads that Chris crossed the stage,
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  crunch crunch, crunch, crunch, and Sophia and her new friend
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  trolled through the blank spaces. The other kids can't involve
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  themselves into the snowdrifts called spoosh, cause sploosh, and Sophia
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  and her new friend leaped over them. On their tippy toes.
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  They skated in squwirled and slid until a snowball landed
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  splat right on Sofia's shoulder. The kid's froze, A silence
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  fell over the park. The snow dancer looked to her sidekick.
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  They shared a secret smile, a secret snow dancer smile.
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  Speaker 2: Snowball fight. Sophia shouted sploosh, sploo.
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  Speaker 1: Sploosh, wish wish, slapomph. Soon the kids were too tired
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  to throw one more snowball. They lay scattered in the
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  snow and listened to the sounds moving closer. Snowplows pulled out, screech, screech, scrape.
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  Busses started their engines, hoff hoff the room, and parents
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  called their kids home to shovel. Sophia spread her arms
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  and gave her new friend a grand curtsy. The girl
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  curtsey back. Then the snow Dancer twirled in the white
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  world once more and turned for home, dancing in her
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  frozen footprints. Crunch crunch, crunch, crunch, slitch, slush slitch slush whoomp.
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  At home, Sofia snuggled up with a mug of cocoa. Sniffle, sniffle,
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  snchh Outside the world sparkled and glistened snow day, Sophia whispered.
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  Her next book is titled Winter Friends, and it was
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  published by Double Day Book for Young Readers, a division
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  of Random House Children Books, has a copyright ear of
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  two thousand and five and the author is Mary Quaddlebaum.
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  After the storm, a kotoe creep to the window to
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  see the covers heaped on each bare tree, piled high
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  and deep on Benin Street. The city's tucked up, fast asleep,
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  sh in violet slippers and pink striped rope. Down peaks
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  at the world and its white night clothes. Smooths the
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  sheets and lets it sleep. Sh but far off burr.
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  Here comes the plow, large and loud. Here comes the plow,
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  crowding the snow, breaking the hush like a clock alarm
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  that won't shush. Fer clean laundry, Oh mountains, steep, sloped metal,
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  sweet snow peaked. I leap and land in a warm heap.
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  My mama's whistle, sweet breeze, twittery tweet. My mama's whistle
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  waltzes me under the table, over the chair, swirling my boots,
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  twirling my hair. Here it fly lullaby with wings. My
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  mama's whistle is a kiss that sings lost and found?
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  What's that splotch against the frost? An ink blue dot?
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  And when mitten lost out there somewhere a cold hand
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  hides a numb thumb seeks what I have spied mitton
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  mitten dropped in snow? Who will I find? Which way
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  should I go? Tracks? Those marks so deep and clear,
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  seem to say follow here, Those prints, all in a line,
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  seemed to spell the mitten's mine winter breath. Ghost tors
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  always be maine and misty, tail and hoof, so fleet
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  and fine. You rise silently before my eyes. Wind seeger
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  quick leaper, fall, gallop away, you fly, ghost horse, You
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  never fall, but slip when I close my mouth into
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  your warm dark stall icickle piano, ting tom, that long
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  instrument glittering under the eaves keeps losing pin keys plip PLoP,
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  They drop softly on mailbox, loudly on rock, plock. Each
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  note rings clear, tinged, fingered by wind, falling on dazzled ear, snow,
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  angel a gown of lace, when crooked halo, two vast wings,
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  who rested in this quiet place with spirit rose only
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  silent snow now knows They lay me down and gently
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  trace each graceful curve, I trace and trace the snowy flight,
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  the absent, how perfectly I fill the space, greeting my
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  high hangs wide, I stop and stare. His shyly waving
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  hand is bear. And when I help him with his sled,
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  four men's pull too blue, two red. Missus Mallie's dog,
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  a tassel topped with eyes, two bows and one black nose.
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  He snuffles the walk and furiously yops as we go
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  sliding past the shops. Does his yip yap?
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  Speaker 2: Ever? Stop?
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  Speaker 1: Missus Malley pops him plumply in her lap, and Mary
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  hops yip yip yap yop, a frantically excited mop. Baby
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  Joe twiggy arms three bottles of snow. We make a
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  doll for baby Joe. She laughs and tries to pat
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  its hair, but she's bundled fat as a polar bear.
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  Still Joe can poke her tongue to take a first
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  time taste of floating flake squirrel, Where.
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  Speaker 2: Did it go? The fat nut tug in the heidi hoe?
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  Speaker 1: Here? Here he digs and darts, his brush tail bristles cheery.
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  He scolds and scolds this mean white stuff that stow
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  is snack and chills his toes cardinal. The bush white
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  spangled and rapt just so, A red flash there the
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  perfect bow sledding starting slow, crouching low, we grip the
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  creaky sled and go down, down, down, whoa slipping, sliding,
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  riding the slope like a wild swan, swooping, speeding, taking
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  the steaming wind and gliding sleek and sure. We are light,
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  We are pure flight. And when it ends, the hill
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  calls out again again. Pigeons twelve plunk clouds touched gently down.
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  They bound, pecked the crumps we threw like tasty rain,
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  and rise again to merge the sky's huge puffs gray blue,
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  see their tracks like scattered stars.
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  Speaker 2: Hear they're far off. Thank you.
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  Speaker 1: Coop yellow crocus spry sprocket up from Earth's dark pocket.
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  You spring one slim sprig petals willing summer bright underpel sun.
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  Recipe for a party, Take one pan shiny as the moon.
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  Stirn milk with a silver spoon, Add some cocoa dark
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  and sweet, blended over gentle heat. Soon steam will rise
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  and quickly send an invitation to each friend who sniffs
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  and smiles when you hear knocks put out mugs serves
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  lots more snow. Listen, the wind is whispering a thousand
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  tiny promises. Our next story is called The Heart of Winter.
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  It was published by Nubiooco and it was translated by
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  Cecilia Rosss and revised by Caroline Dookie and Rebecca Packard.
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  Speaker 2: It has a copyright year.
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  Speaker 1: Of twenty twenty four to twenty twenty five. Originally written
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  by Ellaandro Monteginaia, Chip and his siblings loped to perch
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  on telephone wires during the winter months. From up there,
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  they could watch the snowflakes drifting down, and they could
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  swing back and forth in the breeze. On Christmas Eve,
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  a heavy storm rolle in. All the little robins took
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  to the sky, flying off in search of shelter. But
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  a sudden gust of wind blew Chip backwards and he
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  lost the others. Wait for me, he cried, the wind
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  drowned out his voice. Chip flapped with all his might
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  to catch up, but it was too much for him,
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  and exhausted, he fell. Chip could see no sign of
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  his siblings. He couldn't even guess which way they might
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  have gone. Then he spied a house in the distance.
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  Could they have taken shelter there. At that very same moment,
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  Lula was inside the house looking out her window, and
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  she saw him. Without thinking twice, she hurried outside and
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  invited Chip in. She offered him her friendship. Lula lived alone,
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  and she was very happy to have company. Chip and
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  Lula smith the afternoon, decorating the house and tree with
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  Christmas ornaments. Later, while playing outside, Chip discovered that Lula's
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  nose was the perfect spot for watching snowflakes. The two
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  of them had a lot of fun together. They built
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  a snow fox and a snowbird. They had snowball fights
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  and played outside for hours. It was an unforgettable afternoon.
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  But right before sundown, the young Robin's side wistfully, Lula
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  asked what was wrong. Chip was in fact feeling homesick.
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  Just then they realized someone was watching them. They looked
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  up and saw that they were surrounded by robins. You
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  found me, Chip exclaimed, flying joyfully up to his brothers
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  and sisters. Lula was happy for a friend, but she
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  suddenly felt very lonely. Without saying a word, she slowly
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  walked back to her house. She missed Chip. She would
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  have loved to celebrate Christmas with him. Lula was thinking
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  about the previous Christmases when she heard a sudden knock
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  at the door. It was Chip, He come back to
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  share something very important with her, his and his family's friendship.
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  Now Chip's family was Lula's family too, and in their
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  hearts they knew without a doubt that this would be
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  the best Christmas ever. Our next story is called The
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  Mitten Tree and it.
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  Speaker 3: Was published by Full Crumb Publishing. It has a copyright
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  year of nineteen ninety seven to two thousand and nine
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  and the author of the book is Kendas Christiansen.
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  Speaker 1: At the end of a long lane, in a tidy
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  little house, oh Sarah lived alone. Her children had grown
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  up and moved away, but Sarah still remembered the mornings
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  when she walked with them to the blue spruce tree
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  where they waited for the school bus. Now each morning
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  she opened her shutters and watched for new children to arrive.
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  Every chilly morning, Sarah put on her warm coat and
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  started down the lane. As she walked past the children
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  on her way to the mailbox, she wished they would
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  smile or wave, but they never did. The children didn't
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  even seem to notice her still. When she saw them,
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  she couldn't help but smile. One winter morning, after the
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  first snow had fallen, all the children were making snowmen
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  and throwing snowballs, all except from one little boy in
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  a blue cap and coat. Even his boots were a
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  dark shade of blue. He stood away from the others
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  with his hands sunk deep in his pockets. When the
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  school bus arrived, he lingered behind and was last in line.
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  As Sarah watched the little boy climbing to the bus,
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  she could see one thing. He had no mittens. All
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  that day, Sarah couldn't stop worrying about the little boy
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  with no mittens. Late in the afternoon, as the sky
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  grew dark, Sarah dug through the basket of yarn scraps
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  she had saved for many years. She found her needles
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  and four shades of blue wool. Then Sarah began to knit.
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  Sarah worked late into the night. When the sun began
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  to rise, she hurried to the bus stop and hung
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  the mittens on the old blue spruce tree. From behind
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  the hedge, Sarah watched the little boy was the first
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  to arrive. He saw the mins, He reached up and
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  tried them on they fit. With a big smile, he
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  made a perfect snowball and threw it high into the
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  winter sky. Soon a little girl in a red coat arrived.
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  Her mittens didn't match. That night, Sarah knitted with red yarn.
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  Every day. Now Sarah went to the mailbox. She watched
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  for children without mittens. Then she would hurry home and knit.
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  Early in the morning, she would hang the new mittens
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  on the tree. The children loved the game. Each day
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  they would search under every branch and bow for another
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  pair of mittens. Once or twice, Sarah thought that the
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  boy with the blue mints had seen her, but he
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  always looked away. Not after night, Sarah knitted mittens in
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  every color. Some had stripes, some had hearts, some living
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  had little snowflakes all over them. Somehow, even though she
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  had never spoken to the children, Sarah felt that they
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  had become her new family. On the last before winter vacation,
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  Sarah awakened before dawn. She took the empty basket that
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  had once held her yarn and filled it to the
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  brim with mittens. Out the door and down the steps
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  she headed. When she got to the blue spruce tree,
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  she hung mittens on every branch. The boy with blue
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  mittens was the first to arrive. He stood very still
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  and waited for the others. In fact, all the children
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  stood very still for a few minutes, looking at the mysterious,
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  beautiful mitten tree. When they boarded the bus, each child
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  now wore a new pair of mittens. Sarah watched as
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  one by one their faces appeared in the bus windows. Still,
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  no one looked her way as she started home. But
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  Sara's heart was full. It was as full as when
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  the sounds of her own children had filled her house.
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  As Sarah neared the porch and climbed the steps, she
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  saw something waiting for her. There in the corner was
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  a basket woven with thick brown vines and degory with a.
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  Speaker 2: Large white bow.
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  Speaker 1: In it were balls and balls, a beautiful, colorful yarn.
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  To this day, Sarah knitsmitt's for all the children in
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  her town. Every time her basket is empty, a new
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  full one appears. Sarah doesn't know who the yarn is from.
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  The children still don't know who the mintons are from,
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  but someone must. Her next book is called The Mitten,
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  and it was published by Scholastic Press. An Imprince of
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  Scholastic Incorporated. It has a copyright year of two thousand
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  and nine and it's a retelling by Jim Ellsworth.
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  Speaker 2: The original.
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  Speaker 1: Is Or is a folk tale that was believed to
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  originate it from the Ukraine. Once upon a time, there
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  was a happy little boy who loved to play.
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  Speaker 2: Yeah, yes he did.
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  Speaker 1: In the spring, he loved to climb trees and peek
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  in bait at baby birds. The summer, he loved to
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  chase the golden butterflies. In the autumn he loved to
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  play in piles of golden leaves. And in winter he
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  loved to play in the white, white snow in every winter.
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  Because she loved him, the little boy's grandmother, wouldn't it
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  a great warm woolen hat that he could pull down
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  over his little ears, a long, warm woolen scarf that
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  he could wrap two times around his little neck, and
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  a pair of warm woolen mittens for his little hands.
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  And on the cold cold day of this story, the
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  little boy dressed himself warmly in his hat and a
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  scarf and his mittens, and he went outside to play.
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  He played, and he played, and he played. But when
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  at last he came inside, it was discovered that one
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  of his mittens was lost. Oh no, said the little boy.
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  Don't worry, said the grandmother. We'll find it tomorrow. You've
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  had enough of the code for one day. And because
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  she loved him, she made him a mug of steaming
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  hot chocolate in the meantime. Just while the little boy
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  was sipping his hot chocolate, a squirrel came along and
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  saw the lost mitten lying on the snow burr said
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  the squirrel, My toes are coat as ice. This minton
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  looks so cozy and warm. Toast would feel so nice.
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  So the squirrel crawled into the little boy's mitten to
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  warmest toes. The squirrel found the minten quite warm and
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  very comfortable, and soon he was so nice and toasty
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  in there that he fell sound asleep. But just then
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  along came a rabbit. Bur said the rabbit, let me
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  come in. No room, said the squirrel, go away, please,
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  begged the rabbit. My toes are coat of ice. Your
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  mitten looks so cozy, and warm toes would feel so nice.
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  Oh okay, said the squirrel, You can come in, And
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  the rabbit crawled in. It was a bit tight in
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  there for two nevertheless, with a little budging over, they
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  were able to manage, and very soon they were nice
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  and toasty warm, and they fell sound asleep. But just
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  then along came a fox. Burr said the fox, let
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  me come in. No rooms, said the rabbit. No rooms,
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  said the squirrel, Go away, please, begged the fox. My
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  toes are coat of ice. Your mitten looked so cozy,
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  and warm toes would feel so nice. Oh okay, said
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  the rabbit. Oh okay, said the squirrel. You can come in.
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  And the fox squeezed in. It was really crowding there
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  now with the three. Nevertheless, the mitten stretched, shouting up,
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  and soon they were nice and toasty warm. But just
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  when they had fallen sound asleep, along came a bear.
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  Bur said the bear, let me come in. No rooms,
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  said the fox. No rooms, said the rabbit, No rooms,
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  said the squirrel. Go away, please please, beggd the bear.
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  My toes are coat as ice. Your mint looks so cozy,
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  and warm toes would feel so nice. Oh okay, said
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  the fox. Oh okay, said the rabbit. Oh okay, said
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  the squirrel. You can come in. The bear squeezed and
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  pushed and squeezed and pushed and squeezed and pushed until
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  at last he got himself in. Was very cramped in there,
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  with the four of them all switched together like that.
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  Still they were nice and toasty warm, and soon they
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  all fell sound asleep. But just then along came a
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  little mouse. We will have to continue this story next time.
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  So this concludes our Children's Story hour for today. Please
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  join us next time as we will read more stories,
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  fables and fairy tales. Thank you for listening and please
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  stay tuned for the Lexton Hair Leader on Radio I