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At last he decided that he would have one more look to see if he couldn't find some way to get out of his prison. He poked his head out of the little round doorway. All was still and dark. He listened, but not a sound could he hear. Then he softly crept out and hurriedly examined all the inside of his prison once more. AT LAST HE DECIDED THAT HE WOULD HAVE ONE MORE LOOK TO SEE IF HE COULDN'T FIND SOME WAY TO GET OUT OF HIS PRISON HE POKED HIS HEAD OUT OF THE LITTLE ROUND DOORWAY ALL WAS STILL DARK HE LISTENED NOT A SOUND COULD HE HEAR THEN HE SOFTLY CREPT OUT AND HURRIEDLY EXAMINED ALL THE INSIDE OF HIS PRISON ONCE MORE
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. 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. His stomach was empty, and it kept telling him so. "I'm going to starve to death," said Chatterer to himself over and over. "I'm empty, and there is plenty of food to fill me up, if you'll only stop being silly," whispered his stomach. The more Chatterer tried not to think of how good something to eat would taste, the more he did think of it. It made him restless and uneasy. He twisted and squirmed and turned. N'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 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 HIS STOMACH WAS EMPTY AND IT KEPT TELLING HIMSELF ALL THE STARVED TO DO THE MORE CHATTERER TRIED NOT TO THINK OF HOW GOOD SOMETHING TO EAT WOULD TASTE THE MORE HE DID THINK OF IT IT MADE HIM RESTLESS AND UNEASY HE TWISTED AND SQUIRMED AND TURNED
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