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MR. McGREGOR'S rubbish heap was a mixture. There were jam pots and paper bags, and mountains of chopped grass from the mowing machine (which always tasted oily), and some rotten vegetable marrows and an old boat or two. One day—oh joy!—there were a quantity of overgrown lettuces, which had "shot" into flower. 18 |
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