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Now it was about this time that Chatterer's stomach began to make itself felt. Chatterer tried not to notice it, but his stomach would be noticed, and Chatterer couldn't help himself. NOW IT WAS ABOUT THIS TIME THAT CHATTERER'S STOMACH BEGAN TO MAKE ITSELF FELT CHATTERER TRIED NOT TO NOTICE IT AND CHATTERER COULDN'T HELP HIMSELF
n't touch that nice, yellow corn Farmer Brown's boy had put in his prison for him. He would starve himself to death. Yes, Sir, he would starve himself to death. So when he found that there was no way to get out of his prison, he curled up in the little hollow stump in his prison, where no one could see him, and made up his mind that he would stay there until he died. Life wasn't worth living if he had got to spend all the rest of his days in a prison. He wouldn't even make himself comfortable. There was that little heap of nice shavings and bits of rag for him to make a nice comfortable bed of, but he didn't touch them. No, Sir, he just tried to make himself miserable. Not once that long day did he poke so much as the tip of his nose out of his little round doorway. Ever so many times Farmer Brown's boy came to see him, and whistled and called softly to him. But Chatterer didn't make a sound. At last night came, and the woodshed where his prison was grew dark and darker and very still.  DO BUT HE MADE UP HIS MIND THAT HE JUST WOULDN'T EAT HE WOULDN'T TOUCH THAT NICE YELL OF CORN FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAD PUT IN HIS PRISON FOR HIM HE WOULD STARVE HIMSELF TO DEATH SO WHEN HE FOUND THAT THERE WAS NO WAY TO GET OUT OF HIS PRISON HE CURLED UP IN THE LITTLE HOLLOW STUMP IN HIS PRISON WHERE NO ONE COULD SEE HIM AND HE MADE UP HIS MIND THAT HE WOULD STAY THERE UNTIL HE DIED LIFE WASN'T WORTH LIVING IF HE HAD GOT TO SPEND ALL THE REST OF HIS DAYS IN PRISON HE WOULDN'T EVEN MAKE HIMSELF COMFORTABLE THERE WAS THAT LITTLE HEAP OF NICE SHAVINGS AND BITS OF RAG FOR HIM TO MAKE A NICE COMFORTABLE BED OF BUT HE DIDN'T TOUCH THEM NO SIR HE JUST TRIED TO MAKE HIMSELF MISERABLE NOT ONCE THAT LONG DAY DID HE POKE SO MUCH AS THE TIP OF HIS NOSE OUT OF HIS LITTLE ROUND DOORWAY EVER SO MANY TIMES FARMER BROWN'S BOY CAME TO SEE HIM AND WHISTLED AND CALLED SOFTLY TO HIM BUT CHATTERER DIDN'T MAKE A SOUND AT LAST NIGHT CAME AND THE WOODSHED WHERE HIS PRISON WAS GREW DARK AND DARKER AND VERY STILL
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