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Dipper's
Island A small brown person was looking at
him from the bank. He had brown skin, brown eyes, brown freckles
and brown hair. If it hadn't been for his green waistcoat and his
large webbed feet, Dipper might not even have noticed him sitting
on the crisp dry mud on the edge of Frogbit Pond. "Good day for a
plunge," Dipper called from his leaf. The small brown person on the
bank shook his head. "You don't want a splash?" Dipper enquired.
"You got the feet for it." The small person shook his head again.
Dipper slid off his leaf and swam across the pond from south to
north. He swam back again from north to south, climbed out, shook
himself like a water dog and sat down. "Dipper by name, Dipper by
nature," he said. "That's me." |
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