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THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS by Brothers Grimm A certain man had a donkey, which had carried the corn sacks to the mill loyally for many a long year; but his strength was going, and he was growing more and more unfit for work. His master began to wonder if it was worth his while by keeping this old donkey much longer. The donkey, seeing that no good wind was blowing, ran away and set out on the road to Bremen. “There,” he thought, “I can surely be town musician.” When he had walked some distance, he found a dog lying on the road, gasping like one who had run until he was tired.

The night wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another his mother called him “WILD THING!” and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything.

Snoring, thunder and rain. The Napping house There is a house, a napping house., where everyone is sleeping. And in that house, there is a bed, a cozy bed, in a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. And ion that bed there is a granny, a snoring granny, on a cozy bed, in a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. And on that granny, there is a child, a dreaming child, on a snoring granny, on a cozy bed, in a napping house, where everyone is sleeping.

Pete the Cat put on his favorite shirt with four big, colorful, round, groovy buttons. He loved his buttons so much, he sang this song. "My buttons, my buttons, my four groovy buttons, My buttons, my buttons, my four groovy buttons." OH NO! One of the buttons popped off and rolled away. How many buttons are left? THREE! 4-1=3 Did Pete cry? Goodness, no! Buttons come and buttons go. He kept on singing his song. "My buttons, my buttons, my three groovy buttons, My buttons, my buttons, my three groovy buttons." OH NO! Another button popped off and rolled away.

A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. A fox saw the mouse, and the mouse looked good. "Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house." "It's terribly kind of you, Fox, but no – I'm going to have lunch with a gruffalo." "A gruffalo? What's a gruffalo?" "A gruffalo!

Deep in the water Where the fish hang out Lives a glum gloomy swimmer With an ever-present pout. “I’m a pout-pout fish With a pout-pout face, So I spread the dreary-wearies All over the place.” BLUB. BLUUUB. BLUUUUUUUB. Along comes a clam With a wide winning grin And a pearl of advice For her pal to take in: “Hey, Mr. Fish, With your crosstown frown, Don’t you think it’s time to Turn it upside down?” Says the fish to his friend, “Nice thought, Ms.