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Although people had heard the house was haunted, no one believed such nonsense. Yet, they wondered who it was that shouted down from an attic window, “Boo! Scat, and Ratcha Fratch!”…
\n~from “Old Black Witch”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Mr. Whiskers<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Now Mr. Whiskers didn’t have time to be afraid. The log and the dog would soon be carried into the waterfall below. He took a running start, sailed through the air on the rope like a giant bumblebee, and landed with a mighty splash in front of the log.
\n~from “Cranberry Birthday”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Grandmother<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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“We must fill Mr. Whiskers’ money box,” said Grandmother briskly. “I think I have it, Maggie! The Fourth of July is just a week away. If Mr. Whiskers will wear his best clothes and promise not to say ‘Suffering codfish’ for the whole day, I myself will help.”
\n~from “Cranberry Summer”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Maggie<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Maggie stayed behind after Mr. Whiskers had left. She hugged the trembling donkey and filled her pail with cold water.
\n~from “Cranberry Summer”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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And there stood Eliza, brown and shining as a chestnut, with flowers and ribbons streaming from her halter. Prancing and tossing her head, she gloried in the noise and celebration as though remembering her circus days.
\n~from “Cranberry Summer”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Allegra<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Allegra took a very determined position on the gangplank and sat waiting for her welcoming kiss.
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\n~from “A Kiss for a Warthog”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Cyrus Grape<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Mr, Grape began to tiptoe toward the door when the sheriff’s voice rang out. “Sit right there until I decide what to do with you, sir.”
\n~from “Cranberry Halloween”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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The greedy thieves were startled and frightened until they say that Old Black Witch was really quite tiny. They picked her up, sputtering and kicking, and stuffed her in the almost empty flour barrel. Then, they went back to their stealing.
\n~from “Old Black Witch”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Mr. Butterbean<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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In the center of town, the meeting had begun. Mr. Butterbean was shaking his cane at the crowd. Beside him on the platform, Oldwick’s mayor looked very upset. “Down with Halloween,” shouted Butterbean. “Down with noisy children. Down with trick or treats! There will be NO Halloween in Oldwick this year!”
\n~from “Old Witch Rescues Halloween”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Mrs. Butterbean carried her nose high in the air.<\/p>\n

“Hush, now!” she whispered loudly. “No one must know that a famous baker makes these for me. By hook or by crook, the Butterbeans always win.”
\n~from “Old Witch and the Polka-Dot Ribbon”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Nicky<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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“But I know you are really a GOOD witch,” he would say, looking at her fondly.
\n~from “Old Black Witch”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Nicky and his mother had made a long trip to New England. they didn’t have much money, and they wanted to buy an old house to turn into a tearoom. Nicky’s mother had in mind a special kind of house for the tearoom. She thought it should be old and warm and cozy.
\n~from “Old Black Witch”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Maggie could guess what Mr. Grape had in mind. She tugged on the sheriff’s sleeve. “Where can I find the mayor?” she whispered. “Town Hall, answering an important phone call,” he whispered back.
\n~from “Cranberry Summer”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Seth<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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“Well,” said Seth, “it’s a jumble upstairs but maybe we can take a look.”
\n~from “Cranberry Easter”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Sarah<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Sarah whispered to him, “My goodness, you certainly can take care of yourself, and all of Cranberryport, too!”
\n~from “Cranberry Christmas”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Now the mayor, who had been counting the money for the new dock, rose to his feet and faced the crowd. “Bad news,” he said. “There just isn’t enough money for the new dock.”
\n~from “Cranberry Halloween”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Mr. Horace<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Grandmother stood up very straight and looked hard at Mr. Horace. “You, sir,” she said, “are a disgrace.”<\/p>\n

All the starch seemed to leave Mr. Horace.
\n~from “Cranberry Thanksgiving”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Hester used to dream about doing important things. “I’d like to see the world and have the world see me,” she would say. And Red Moose, her dog, would thump his tail. He thought Hester was absolutely wonderful.
\n~from “Hang On Hester!”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Henriette<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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Henriette’s tail wagged, she trembled, she whined, and with a mighty leap, she sprang out of the truck and ran straight to the doorway of the Hotel Eclair.
\n~from “The Trouble with Henriette”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Grandfather had forgotten that Jolie had raised this dog from a thin, not-supposed-to-live puppy, and that they had been best friends on a very lonely farm.
\n~from “The Trouble with Henriette”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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\r\n Grandfather<\/a>\r\n <\/div>\r\n
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“The trouble with Henriette,” Grandfather had grumbled, “is that she can’t find a truffle. A dog must earn her keep on a farm. We will trade her in for a better dog.” Jolie’s dark eyes filled with tears. There wasn’t a better dog in all of France!
\n~from “The Trouble with Henriette”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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And as winter drew closer, food became harder to find. Fox’s tail began to drag. Crow began to look ruffled, and Raccoon had even darker circles under his eyes.
\n~from “The Knobby Boys to the Rescue”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>

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Crow, Raccoon, and Fox stared in stunned silence. then they unlocked Mrs. Bear and sank to the ground in exhaustion.
\n~from “The Knobby Boys to the Rescue”<\/p>\n <\/div>\r\n <\/div>\r\n<\/div>","max_pages":1}