It rains it rains it rains. The greatest is with his father on the bed, small sleeping already. It's nap I resist. The big rises for search Another book I take his place. I hear the other moving, father and son screaming around a game, little sleep, I sleep with a false trouble sleeping. I'm not moving I'm not moving I'm not moving. We just look for me, hot and excited children to sleep on me. I'm not moving I'm not moving. I move I grumble. We all come out in the rain, she finally runs over I feel something. We play hawk hunting in the alley.
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