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nursery, and in it was standing a young man. He was
small to the point that he couldn't reach up to the
parts of the tree, and he was meandering
surrounding it, crying sharply. Poor people tree was
still very secured with ice and snow, and the North

Wind was blowing and thundering above it. "Move
up! young man," said the Tree, and it bowed its
branches down as low as possible; however the kid
was excessively small.

Furthermore, the Mammoth's heart liquefied as he
watched out. "How childish I have been!" he said;
"presently I know why the Spring would not come
here. I will put that poor young man on the highest
point of the tree, and afterward I will thump down

the divider, and my greenhouse will be the
youngsters' play area for ever and ever." He was
actually quite upset for what he had done.

So he crawled first floor and opened the front
entryway delicately, and went out into the nursery.
In any case, when the youngsters saw him they were
frightened to the point that they all fled, and the
nursery progressed toward becoming winter once

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