The Adventures of Tommy Titmouse 
his wife at all. Because if he hadn't 
let all the moss and lichen grow on the 
trees there would not have been so 
many hiding-places for the insects, and 
places where they could lay their eggs. 
And when I saw Tommy last—it was 
this morning, in the hedge at the bottom 
of the garden, while he was waiting 
for me to put out a piece of fat for him 
—he was just as cheeky and as lively 
as ever, though he was a little older 
than when he first popped out through 
the hole in the pump. 
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