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... er year, a grass cottage was built on top of a green hill covered by trees.
One day, a well-dressed and plump guest entered the cottage. It was quiet inside. Obviously the owner was not at home, yet he was not polite. He took a pear from the fruit plate, like it was his own home, wiped it with his sleeve and gnawed it up, and then sat down on a chair.
“Meow —— “
There was a charming cry from behind his bottoms, and the fatty guest turned his head and stared at the short-l ...
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