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dependably Winter there, and the North Wind, and
the Hail, and the Ice, and the Snow moved about
through the trees.
One morning the Mammoth was lying alert in bed
when he heard some exquisite music. It sounded so
sweet to his ears that he figured it must be the
Ruler's artists cruising by. It was extremely just a
little linnet singing outside his window, however it
was for such a long time since he had heard a flying
creature sing in his greenhouse that it appeared to
him to be the most delightful music on the planet. At
that point the Hail quit moving over his head, and
the North Wind stopped thundering, and a heavenly
fragrance came to him through the open casement. "I
trust the Spring has come finally," said the
Mammoth; and he hopped up and watched out.
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