Freddy the Detective

It was hot. When Alice and Emma, the two white ducks, got tired of diving and swimming about in the pond, they climbed out on the bank and looked over toward the house where Mr. Bean, the farmer, lived, and: “Oh!” said Emma, “the house looks as if it was melting. All the straight lines—the roof and the door and the walls—are wiggling. Look, Alice.”

You didn’t have to be so rough, Jinx,” he complained. “I wasn’t doing any harm

Walter R. Brooks

Illustrated by Kurt Wiese

The Overlook Press

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t was hot. When Alice and Emma, the two white ducks, got tired of diving and swimming about in the pond, they climbed out on the bank and looked over toward the house where Mr. Bean, the farmer, lived, and: “Oh!” said Emma, “the house looks as if it was melting. All the straight lines—the roof and the door and the walls—are wiggling. Look, Alice.”
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