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May I tell you a secret? Whispered the old wood shed.
Treehouse is fearful of Wee House, I was told by Ned.
It is difficult to believe, but I had no reason to doubt.
I went around to hear better when my fire went out.

So, Treehouse is fearful of Wee House, I reiterated.
Old Wood Shed looked around in a panic, clearly exasperated.
You are too loud! He told me. It is a secret you see.
Who told you? I asked him, suspecting it was notorious Wee.

Wee had been stirring up trouble ever since she arrived.
Her meddling had caused problems, I think at least twenty-five.
She puffed up herself and tried to put others down.
But Wood Shed looked embarrassed and stared at the ground.

Have you asked Tree House herself? That would be a start.
No said Old Wood Shed, he can be a meddling old fart.
I can ask her, I offered, hoping he would say never mind.
I saw him whispering next to a sapling, who was more of his kind.

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