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 »You see I was wise to save that fiddle,« said Cricket. »Anyone can build a house, you know, but not everyone can have a magic fiddle.« Yet something strange had happened. The Crickets strummed with their wings and legs, and before they knew what they were doing they were playing away on hidden magic fiddles of their own. For courage and hope, for beauty and joy, for happiness, patience and the harvest moon, and for dancing on a Saturday night, they have all been fiddling merrily ever since.