“Mind your own business,” said Murrum, the cat. “Everything’s my business,” said Toad, the night watchman. “I have too much to look after, and that’s what it is. It keeps me on the hop the whole time. Dearie me! What’s all that noise?” “Why, the toys, to be sure,” said Murrum. “I turned the button on the toy-cupboard door, and they can’t get out.”
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