1. Once upon a time,
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2. not so long ago,
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3. there was a little girl,
and her name was Emily.
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4. And she had a shop.
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5. There it is!
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6. It was rather an unusual shop
because it didn't sell anything.
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7. You see,
everything in that shop window
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8. was a thing
that somebody had once lost
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9. and Emily had found
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10. and brought home to Bagpuss.
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11. Emily's cat, Bagpuss.
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12. The most important,
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13. the most beautiful,
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14. the most magical
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15. saggy, old cloth cat
in the whole wide world.
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16. Well, now, one day,
Emily found a thing.
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17. And she brought it back
to the shop
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18. and put it down
in front of Bagpuss
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19. who was in the shop window,
fast asleep as usual.
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20. But then, Emily said
some magic words:
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21. "Bagpuss, dear Bagpuss,
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22. old fat furry cat-puss,
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23. wake up and look
at this thing that I bring.
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24. Wake up, be bright,
be golden and light.
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25. Bagpuss, oh, hear what I sing!"
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26. And Bagpuss
was wide awake.
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27. And when Bagpuss wakes up,
all his friends wake up, too.
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28. The mice on the mouse organ
woke up and stretched.
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29. Madeleine the rag doll.
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30. Gabriel the toad.
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31. And last of all,
Professor Yaffle
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32. who is a very distinguished
old woodpecker.
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33. He climbed down off his bookend
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34. and went to see what it was
that Emily had brought.
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35. Nerp, nerp, nerp, a bucket!
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36. A rotten, old, grotty,
old, bashed-up old bucket!
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37. The things Miss Emily brings!
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38. A rusty, old, dusty, old
Irish bucket with a hole in it.
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39. Irish bucket?
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40. How do you know
it's an Irish bucket?
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41. Well, uh...
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42. It's an Irish bucket.
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43. I, uh... I know
it's an Irish bucket.
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44. Does it matter?
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45. Certainly it matters.
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46. That must be a special bucket.
Maybe a magic bucket.
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47. Magic?
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48. What could be magic about a bit
of old iron like that?
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49. Well, for a start,
why is it smoking?
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50. Smoking?
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51. Yes! Look!
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52. There is smoke coming out of it.
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53. Ooh, look. It's on fire! Fire!
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54. Hey. Wait a minute.
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55. Mice, mice! Hang on, wait!
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56. Don't go pouring water
on a leprechaun.
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57. They don't like it.
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58. Leprechaun?
What's a leprechaun?
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59. Where is a Leprechaun?
A Leprechaun?
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60. A leprechaun
is one of the "little people."
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61. The tiny magic people
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62. who are supposed to live
in Ireland.
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63. And unless I'm mistaken,
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64. there's a leprechaun
in that Irish bucket.
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65. Oh, ridiculous!
Ridiculous!
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66. Leprechauns are just in stories.
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67. They are mythical.
They aren't real!
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68. Well, perhaps we
aren't real either.
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69. Anyway, real or not,
he's playing the fiddle.
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70. And he's playing it
beautifully, too.
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71. Ah, yes, I know
that fiddle and the player.
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72. That's Shamus
O'Hulihaun himself.
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73. Shamus O'Hulihaun of Gillicuddy!
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74. Ooh, yes, that's him.
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75. Yeah, I remember
Shamus O'Hulihaun.
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76. Come to think of it,
I remember he lived in a bucket.
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77. The last time I saw that bucket,
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78. it was in the far west
of Ireland, I think.
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79. I think...
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80. Yes, the far west of Ireland,
in a peat bog.
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81. There it was, smoking away.
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82. I remember I didn't notice
the smoke, I sat on it.
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83. Will you let me out?
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84. Will you get off?
You're choking me!
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85. Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
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86. There I am, peacefully
smoking a trout for my dinner,
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87. and you have to come
and sit on my chimney!
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88. Ooh, I beg
your pardon, I...
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89. I didn't know
it was your chimney.
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90. Ah, well,
it's no matter.
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91. Now you've caught me,
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92. aren't you going to ask me
where's my crock of gold?
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93. Crock of Gold?
What's a crock of gold?
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94. Don't you know
what a crock of gold is?
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95. Ah, sure,
you're an ignorant old Bagpuss.
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96. Listen, I'll tell you.
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97. Every leprechaun
has a crock of gold
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98. hidden away somewhere.
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99. It would be an earthenware pot,
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100. and it'll be full of gold coins
and pieces and brooches.
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101. - Do you understand that?
Oh, yes, yes.
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102. Good, well,
now, the story is,
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103. if you catch a leprechaun
and grab him and hold him tight,
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104. you can say to him,
"Where's your crock of gold,"
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105. and he'll have to tell you.
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106. Ooh, is that right?
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107. Well, don't worry, uh,
I don't want your crock of gold.
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108. Ah, Bagpuss, what
a pleasure it is to meet you.
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109. I remember the last time
I was caught.
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110. It was right in the middle
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111. of Michael O'Sullivan's field
of cabbages.
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112. Forty acres it was,
and every foot a cabbage.
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113. Think of it, Bagpuss.
Forty acres of cabbages!
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114. Oh, right-o.
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115. I'll think of it
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116. while you tell me what happened,
eh?
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117. I'm good at thinking.
Uh, I think.
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118. I think.
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119. Forty acres of cabbages.
Ah, there it is.
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120. Ah, that was it, yes.
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121. There I was,
doing nobody any harm,
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122. burying my crock of gold
in a safe place
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123. underneath one of the cabbages.
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124. And suddenly,
like it was from out of nowhere,
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125. up jumps
Michael O'Sullivan himself.
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126. "Begorrah," says he,
or words to that effect,
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127. "So I've caught you at last,
Shamus O'Hulihaun."
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128. "So it seems," says I,
"And I don't need to tell you
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129. where my crock of gold
is hidden. "
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130. "That you don't, " says he,
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131. "because I saw you bury it
under that cabbage.
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132. Now, I'll run home
for my spade to dig it up."
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133. "Well, now," says I,
"that's a stupid thing to do.
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134. There's thousands of cabbages
here in this field.
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135. How will you know
which one it is
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136. when you come back?"
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137. That stopped him,
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138. "There's intelligent y'are,"
says he,
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139. and he took out his big knife.
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140. And with one swipe,
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141. he cut the cabbage clean in half
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142. down the middle.
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143. And he dashes off home
to fetch his spade.
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144. Well, as it happened,
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145. he had a bit of a job
catching the spade
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146. because once he
was out of sight,
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147. I played a little tune
on my old fiddle, like this.
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148. Now, this
is a powerful agricultural jig.
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149. And as soon as they heard it,
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150. every spade, axe,
knife, and cleaver
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151. came dancing
out of their sheds and barns.
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152. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp!
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153. Well, by the time
Michael O'Sullivan
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154. had chased his spade
and caught it
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155. and made it stand still
long enough for him to carry it,
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156. I was half a mile away.
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157. And almost every cabbage
in that field
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158. was split clean in half.
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159. Ah, he was upset,
was Michael O'Sullivan.
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160. I should think so, too.
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161. So would I be, spoiling a whole
field of cabbages like that.
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162. Ah, I daresay.
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163. But I'll tell you the truth,
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164. I was sorry
for the fool, O'Sullivan.
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165. So that night, I played
another tune on my fiddle.
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166. A sweet mending lullaby,
it was, like this.
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167. And in no time at all,
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168. every cabbage in the field
was mended
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169. and growing like mad again.
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170. Ah, yes,
that's a beautiful tune.
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171. Ah, sure,
you're a wise cat,
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172. and I'm glad to know you.
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173. I'll tell you what I'll do.
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174. One day, when you've got
nothing else to do,
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175. I'll send my fiddle
to play you a dance.
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176. How's that?
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177. Well, that's very kind of you.
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178. I look forward to that, I said.
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179. And he turned his bucket over
with him underneath it.
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180. And that was the last I saw
or heard of Shamus O'Hulihaun,
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181. from that day to this.
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182. I wonder
if that's the same bucket.
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183. Push!
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184. Yes, look!
Look! There it is!
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185. It's a fiddle.
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186. Stop! Stop!
Wait a minute.
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187. There, Charlie-mouse,
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188. you can play
the fiddle beautifully.
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189. Oh, no!
No, I wasn't!
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190. The fiddle was playing itself.
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191. Do you know
Brian O'Lynn?
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192. That's it!
That's it! That's right!
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193. But wait for the mice.
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194. Heave! Heave!
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195. Heave! Heave!
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196. The marvellous
mechanical Mouse Organ!
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197. Tired out!
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198. Ooh, dear, me too.
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199. Bagpuss gave a big yawn
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200. and settled down to sleep.
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201. And of course,
when Bagpuss goes to sleep,
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202. all his friends
go to sleep, too.
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203. The mice were ornaments
on the mouse organ.
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204. Gabriel and Madeleine
were just dolls.
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205. And Professor Yaffle
was a carved wooden bookend
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206. in the shape of a woodpecker.
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207. Even Bagpuss himself,
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208. once he was asleep,
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209. was just an old,
saggy cloth cat,
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210. baggy and a bit loose
at the seams.
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211. But Emily loved him.
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