'In milk I'm breaking bread so sweet, Will you be my guest, and eat?' 'No, thank you, Mrs Cat,' answered the wolf. 'Is Mrs Fox not at home?' The cat said: 'She sits upstairs in her room, Bewailing her sorrowful doom, Bewailing her trouble so sore, For old Mr Fox is no more.' The wolf answered: 'If she's in want of a husband now, Then will it please her to step below?' The cat runs quickly up the stair,
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