Wee-Wun

Now when the Green Ogre saw the blue blow-away in Wee-Wun's garden he thought it was certainly the best he had ever seen, and much too fine for a little gnome like Wee-Wun.

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Then Wee-Wun took the blue blow-away seeds, and cast them over the wall into the Stir-about Wife's garden.

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But the blue blow-away took no notice of his tears, and the little shoes inside the house went on singing; so Wee-Wun had to stir his wits, and consider what was to be done.

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Hop-about Man's platter, which Wee-Wun had forgotten to wash, flew up to the ceiling, and the wooden spoon spun round like a top on the floor, and all the chairs and tables Wee-Wun had left awry began to dance.

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Wee-Wun had to make another platterful, and alack, he was careless, and let that porridge burn, and he could not eat it, though he tried hard.

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"This is very odd, very odd, indeed!" said Wee-Wun the gnome, and he rubbed his eyes very hard.

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But when Wee-Wun the gnome came in the Hop-about Man flew out of his chair, and he flew all around the room, singing this song:

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And when Wee-Wun gave them to him he put them upon his feet, but he did not stir, not an inch.

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Wee-Wun was a little gnome who lived in the Bye-bye Meadow, in a fine new house which he loved.

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Alack! he had no sooner sung this song than the door which Wee-Wun had left open jumped off its hinges and ran about the floor, and the wood which he had thrown into the corner flew out and rushed about too.

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