A puppet suspended by pulleys, held fast and taught.
Taut over the sieved river.
The Ingpen hare paused, shook his fuzzy head, and picked his itch,
“Monkeys, huh. Too smart.”
Beginning to turn his croak,
He saw the red ball on the bound.
“Thank goodness, I found it again.”
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