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Reggie scooted off his seat as soon as he saw Hanson making for the teacher’s desk. He ducked his shoulder quickly away from his sister as he caught the movement of her hand snaking out to grab his tunic. He heard her hiss at him to get back on his seat. But he ignored her, knowing she would not want to make a big fuss of it and draw attention to herself. He’d remembered to grab his slate, copying Hanson’s example, and walked quickly up to stand beside his new friend.
Hanson’s letters looked good to him from what he could see; nearly as good as his. He proudly slid his slate onto the desktop and crowded against Hanson to get a good look at the bear carving. He was just as curious as his friend about the incident with the bear and eager for more details.
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When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown/When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town/When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in the West/I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is best!
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