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“How dare you grab my biscuit, that Santa Claus has brought, All wrapped in shining paper," says Molly, over-wrought. “ ’Twas packed in such a pretty Unit’s mine, it is indeed!” “I’ve got it now,” the rooster cries, and I will have a feed.

“Indeed you won’t,” screams Molly. “I do not think it’s fair! You ugly, greedy, rooster, I'll get it back so there!” She makes a flying tackle, and grabs him by the tail. “I’ll give you back your biscuit, cries the rooster turning pale.

So Molly picks her biscuit up and walks off, satisfied. The greedy rooster lost his meal—and also all his pride. The feathers in his tail are gone—he looks a perfect fright. “Your beauty’s spoilt.” cries Molly, and it really serves you right.”

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Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVII, Issue 21529, 16 December 1939, Page 24 (Supplement)

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Untitled Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVII, Issue 21529, 16 December 1939, Page 24 (Supplement)

Untitled Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVII, Issue 21529, 16 December 1939, Page 24 (Supplement)