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 daisies, and Mother lives there, and my cousins, and all Mother's friends."

"I don't like buttercups and daisies and all your Mother's friends," said the poppy, "you must go away, little calf. And look!" she suddenly screamed, "you have trodden down all our dear friends, the corn-ears. Be off with you, at once, you wicked, wicked creature!" and she waved her leaves and shook so much with anger that the little calf was quite frightened and stumbled through the corn to his old hedge. But just as he was going to get through the hole he heard a gentle little voice at his feet, and looking