“What a narrow ’scape you had, Fluffy-dumpty!” said one duck.
“How did you happen to fall into that horrid place?” asked another.
“What a fine boy Sam is!” said a third duck.
“He’s almost too good for a boy,” said a fourth.
But it all sounded as if they only said “quack-quack!”
Every day of their lives these ducks got into the garden, and ate the lettuce and strawberries and cabbage. So the gardener put a board over the hole under the gate.
“Never mind,” said big Broad-bill, “we know more ways than one.” Then the seven started off in a line, and marched round the garden till they came to another hole, and in they went. The gardener was very angry.
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