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"Well, for goodness sake!" I guess only
mice and rats do well in mazes!" exclaimed
a voice that Beau recognized as the strange-looking little mouse's.
The mouse was in the shadows - still afraid he'd be eaten for supper. He told Beau, "Turn left, go down to that light, then right and you'll find the way out of the cave." "Oh, thank you so much!" cried Beauregard. "I thought I would be in here forever!" He rushed toward the light. |
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