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When the Nail-headed Stickmen had frankfurter roasts, or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts, they never invited the Plain-headed Stickmen.
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Left them out cold in the dark of the thick fen. Kept them away; never let them come near, and that's how they treated them year after year.
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Then one day, it seems, while the Plain-headed Stickmen ... Were moping, just moping alone in the thick fen, sitting there, wishing their foreheads had nails, up zipped a stranger
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