It was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. Mr Beaver was enjoying his first cup of coffee, when his newspaper arrived.
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| "Oh, I hope the neighbours don't see me!" |
Meanwhile, inside, Mrs Beaver was already dressed and ready. She was preparing all the lovely veggies they grew in the garden for their Sunday roast dinner.
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| "What a lovely green cabbage" |
Mrs Beaver out did herself. The Roast dinner was simply perfection. Especially all the lovely home-grown veg. Everybody was stuffed. Well done Mrs Beaver!
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| "I'll carve the chicken, you relax Mrs Beaver!" |
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