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Somehow it always seems wrong to me to kill these little creatures just
because they get into mischief when all the time they don't know that
they are in mischief." She stroked Unc' Billy gently. The eyes of Farmer
Brown's boy twinkled. He went over to a corner and pulled a straw from
his mother's broom. Then he returned to Unc' Billy and began to tickle
Unc' Billy's nose. Mrs. Brown looked puzzled. She was puzzled. "What are
you doing that for?" she asked. "Just for fun," replied Farmer Brown's
boy and kept on tickling Unc' Billy's nose. Now Unc' Billy could stand
having his tail pinched, and being carried head down, and being dropped
on the ground, but this was too much for him; he wanted to sneeze. He
had _got_ to sneeze. He did sneeze. He couldn't help it, though it were
to cost him his life. "Land of love!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown, jumping back
and clutching her skirts in both hands as if she expected Unc' Billy
would try to take refuge behind them. "Do you mean to say that that
Possum is alive?" "Seems that way," replied Farmer Brown's boy as Unc'
Billy sneezed again, for that straw was still tickling his nose. "I
should certainly say it seems that way. The old sinner is no more