Come quick, Frits!
With a boon the back door is thrown open and Uncle Frits, with a high color of excitement, stands on the threshold. “Coby, Coby! “
Aunt Coby, naturally curious about every possible source of excitement, news and other entertainment, rushes to the kitchen. Her tense expectation immediately drops a few degrees when she detects Uncle Frits there. Mud on his shoes, mud on his pants. Even before she can give her usual mispraise for so much filth, Uncle takes her into the garden.
“What is it? “ grumbles a slightly rebellious aunt.
“Here, look, do you see it? “
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