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Whatching over the old man was alot of work.
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On the seventh night, around midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently!
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As my head had finally fit in the opening of the door, the old man's "vulture eye" opens.
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| "It's nothing but the wind in the chimney; it is only a mouse crossing the floor; it is merely a cricketwhich has made a single chirp." | |
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