There was a dreadful thunderstorm one night in Furry Town. The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed, the rain came pelting down. Poor little baby Tabitha’s as scared as scared can be, She’s trembling like an ashen leaf on Mrs Furry’s knee. She gives a tiny frightened mew. “The thunder is so loud! I’m sure it is an ogre who is shouting from a cloud."
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Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 5 (Supplement)
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64There was a dreadful thunderstorm one night in Furry Town. The thunder crashed, the lightning flashed, the rain came pelting down. Poor little baby Tabitha’s as scared as scared can be, She’s trembling like an ashen leaf on Mrs Furry’s knee. She gives a tiny frightened mew. “The thunder is so loud! I’m sure it is an ogre who is shouting from a cloud." Southland Times, Issue 23740, 11 February 1939, Page 5 (Supplement)
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