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Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo....
She was used to being ordered about and scolded, and having her ears boxed.
"This very day, this very hour, this very moment," he answered sternly.
And it was now, about little Lucie's sixth birthday, that they began to have an awful sound, as of a great storm in France with a dreadful sea rising.
