He saw his crib and muttered,
My crib. It's painted pink too.

not far away stood his old chair.
"they didn't paint that yet!"
Peter shouted.

He picked it up and ran to his room.

"let's run away, Willie" he said.
Peter filled a shopping bag with cookies
and dog biscuits.

We'll take my blue chair, my toy crocodile,
and the picture of me when I was a baby."
Willie got his bone.

they went outside and stood in front of his house.
"this is a good place," said Peter.
He arranged his things very nicely
and decided to sit in his chair for a while.

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