Pages 36 and 37

“His bellow rang through the village or came loping through the woods like a God damned Moose, and echoed his own misgivings.”

Pages 38 and 39

“Why, I’ll catch ’em in my teeth!” he cried. They’re safe enough there.”

Pages 40 and 41

“Then he realized that his mouth was dry, so he went foraging in the rain and struck up a song.”

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