They eat most anything, Roscoe said. Why? Call asked. They're bound to notice us. They trotted over and saw that Po Campo had made the hailstones into a kind of candy, with the use of a little molasses.
Roscoe felt encouraged. I see you've learned it finally. I've always kept Gus where I wanted him, Mr. He had followed all the way from Texas--he might follow again.
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