The little gray Puskin thanked her, tucked the Hazel twig into his pocket and hurried off to school. Wherever he went after that, he always carried the Hazel twig with him although he didn't believe the old brown Puskin could help him.
Long, long ago, this part of Puskinville was called "Mapland", because there were no streets and so Puskins, especially the little ones, would often lose their way. So the grown-up Puskins put a lot of painted stripes on the ground, which made the town look like a map.
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