Once upon a time on a nice sunny morning, a little gray Puskin was hurrying to school, for he had dressed himself very slowly that morning and was afraid he would be late and be scolded by his teacher.
Just when he was rushing by the hollow oak tree, he saw an old brown Puskin sitting on the three-cornered stone nearby, holding her foot and crying. "Come here, come here, little Puskin", she called. "I need help and everybody passes by and will not stop."
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