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He had never met the farmer’s daughter in the yard, feeding the geese. Wasn’t there a
nursery rhyme in there somewhere? No, he was thinking of the farmer’s wifem wasn’t
he?—cutting off tails with a carving knife. A horrid image. Poor mice, he had thought
when he was a boy. Still thought the same now that he was a man. Nursery rhymes were
brutal affairs.
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