p-r-i-t

Updated: May 11, 2025

By this time she was at the top of the tree, and now her grief changed to anger real anger and she sat on one of the boughs and scolded as hard as she could. Her funny little "prit, prit, p-r-i-t," amused the children, and the more she scolded the more they laughed.

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