Good morning, little lamb." 

 The lamb ran away home. 

 The little boy ran on and on. 



On the way he met a sqnirrel. 

 "Come and play with me, little 



sqnirrel," said the boy. 

 "I can not play now," said the 



sqnirrel. 

 "it is going to rain. 

 I am rnnning to my home in the 



tree. 

 My mother wants me. 

 Good day, little boy." 

 The little sqnirrel ran to the tree. 

 The boy ran on and on. 



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