One morning in early spring Mr. Watson rolled up the shade at his bedroom window to see what kind of weather was promised for the day when, glancing over to the lane, whom should he see running down its long stretch but Billy Whiskers, Stubby and Button. “Am I seeing things or is that really and truly my old Billy Whiskers come back to the farm after being away all these years?” he murmured.…
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