waffor

Updated: May 10, 2025

Question and questioner were beneath contempt. "Waffor does it not like me?" he shouted stridently. "Flies don't like people, silly." "Waffor not?" retorted Thomas. "They don't know anything about them." "Well, I'll tell it about me. My name's Thomas," he said to the fly politely. "Now does it like me?" William groaned. But the fly had now vanished, and Thomas once more grew impatient.

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It must be nearly night. He didn't want to be too hard on them, to make his mother ill or anything. He wanted to be as kind as possible. He'd forgive them at once when he got home. He'd ask for one or two things he wanted, as well as the new bugle. A new penknife, and an engine with a real boiler. "Waffor does it not like me?" persisted Thomas. William was silent.

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