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One bright, frosty, October morning Jack went up to the walnut [tree] in the pasture to gather [walnuts]. Jimmy Crow went too. Jack drew his little [cart], and [Jimmy Crow] rode on the [seat]. [Jack] picked up all the nuts on the ground, then climbed the tree and shook down more, still in their thick, green [husks].
When he came down, [Jimmy Crow] was busily picking up the nuts and dropping them into a [hole] in the tree. "Stop that!" cried Jack. "These are "my" [nuts]. The [squirrels] can pick for themselves." "Caw, caw!" said Jimmy Crow.