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"At first Mollie could count only four or five, but as Sheba cleaned each one, Mollie counted six, then seven, then eight, nine and finally TEN wriggling, noisy, hungry puppies.
Then Mollie noticed something else—a tiny scrap of scraggly black fur tucked into the far corner of the pen."
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My friends and I love hockey.
We shared a single dream:
To shoot like stars across the ice
and make our town’s A team.
Last year we tried out full of hope.
Five friends and I were keen,
Until we got a look at them.
Those A’s were big and mean.
Right from the start they broke the rules.
“We’ve picked our team,” they said.
“Go home, Frenchie. You, too, Fanny –
and don’t forget Fat Fred.”
