She carefully pulled him in her red wagon. He sat in the den. Her mom called her for lunch. When she returned, there was only a tiny puddle.
She carefully pulled him in her red wagon. He sat in the den. Her mom called her for lunch. When she returned, there was only a tiny puddle.
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