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Miss Chipmunk wondered why he didn't sit down. "Take a seat," she said. "Please take a seat, while you are waiting."
"Well, I don't mind if I do," Mr Woodchuck nodded happily. "You are very kind."
2. Miss Chipmunk went back to her cake muttering to herself: "He is a strange one. What's so kind about asking a visitor to take a seat?" Soon she heard the front door close again. Once more she looked into the parlour. There stood Mr Woodchuck grinning from ear to ear.
Miss Chipmunk simply couldn't understand why her neighbour didn't sit down. She decided that if he had something to read he might feel more at home. "Please help yourself to the books on the bookshelf, Mr Woodchuck," she said. "I'll finish soon."
"That's very kind of you," said Mr Woodchuck. "I'm very fond of books."
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Miss Chipmunk hurried back to the kitchen. She put the acorn cake into the oven to have it after the main course of their Thanksgiving dinner. After setting out the food — corn casserole, squash souffle and parsley salad — she stepped into the parlour.
"Thanksgiving dinner is served," she announced proudly.
3. Mr Woodchuck had disappeared. Then she noticed that some other things had disappeared, too. Her rocking chair, her love seat, and a whole shelf of books were gone. "Well!" cried Miss Chipmunk. "I believe Mr Woodchuck has run off with them. A fine neighbour! It's bad enough to be a thief, but a thief on Thanksgiving is absolutely unforgivable!"
Miss Chipmunk tied on her bonnet1 and marched over to the house across
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