Page 13 - The Helping Mammoth

very secured with beautiful white blooms. Its
branches were all brilliant, and silver organic
product hung down from them, and underneath it
stood the young man he had adored.

First floor ran the Mammoth in incredible euphoria,
and out into the nursery. He rushed over the grass,
and drew close to the youngster. What's more, when
he came very close his face developed red with

outrage, and he stated, "Who hath set out to twisted
thee?" For on the palms of the tyke's hands were the
prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were
on the little feet.

"Who hath set out to wound thee?" cried the
Mammoth; "let me know, that I may take my huge
sword and kill him."

"Nay!" addressed the youngster; "yet these are the
injuries of Adoration."

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