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Smudge sat in the tree house, waiting for
Stripe.
However hard she tried, she couldn't help
feeling sad that she had no friends to play
with her on her birthday. A tear spilled on
the ground, splosh! Then another, splosh!
Then another, splosh! splosh!
Suddenly something moved below.
"
Well, bother me, it's raining," said a
voice. Smudge peered down. Two bright
eyes stared back.
"
Hello," said Hare, climbing quickly up the
ladder. "I'm Hare, who are you?"
"
Smudge," replied Smudge.
"
What a lovely tree house!" remarked
Hare. "Is it yours?"
"
Yes," said Smudge, wiping her eyes.
