"Where are you off to?" she asked.
"I'm on my way to find the moon."
"The moon!" cried Miss Wren, "you'll never reach it."
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"I flew ever so high one evening and I didn't seem to get any nearer."
"Well," said Willie, "why should it be made of green cheese if you
can't reach it?" And on he went.
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Presently he came up to a wood, and looking up he saw Mr. Squirrel
jumping from branch to branch.
"Good afternoon," he said.
"You do seem high up. Surely you can tell me the way to the moon. It's
made of green cheese, you know."
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"I don't think it's made of green cheese; why shouldn't it be made of
nuts?"
"How ignorant everybody is," said Willie Mouse to himself.
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So on he went once more until he came to a little hole in the ground,
and being very curious he peeped inside. There sat Mrs. Mole, who came
out when she saw him.
"Do you live down there?" asked Willie politely.
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"Yes," replied Mrs. Mole.
"Then I'm afraid you can't tell me how to get to the moon. It's made
of green cheese, you know; Ma says so."
"Nonsense, my child. Don't waste your time looking for the moon; keep
your eyes open for worms."
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Willie said "Good-bye" to Mrs. Mole. Then he sat down and opened his
parcel because it was getting late and he thought he had better have
some dinner.
"I may not reach the moon yet awhile," he thought, "so I had better
save a little piece of cheese for supper.
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