"Goodby," cried Billy Breeze, seeing that he couldn't blow off the old silk hat, and he drove the Snow Flakes out of the Corn Field and down the hillside.
They filled up the bushes and thickets, the blackberry brambles along the road, hid the roots of the wild grapevine and danced along the Old Rail Fence, playing hide-and-seek in the knotholes.
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