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“Who are you?” Bob asked, in a low, frightened
voice.
“Why, don’t you recognize me?” little creature
chipped in, “Or is it because you seldom eat me so you
don’t know who I am?”
Curiosity made
Bob get nearer. He
bent down closer
to check this red,
bouncy, stuffy ball,
jumping from here to
there, leaving reddish stains
on the kitchen floor.
“Why,” he pondered,
“you look like a talking
tomato!” he finally said, taking
a step back, astonished by his
revelation. A talking tomato!
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