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           "Takethatthingoutofhere!"saidMrs.Zuckerman.

           "He’shot,"saidFern."He’salmostdead,thatfrog."

           "Heisnot,"saidAvery."Heletsmescratchhimbetweentheeyes."ThefrogjumpedandlandedinMrs.Zuckerman’sdishpanfullofsoapywater.

           "You’regettingyourpieonyou,"saidFern."CanIlookforeggsinthehenhouse,AuntEdith?"

           "Runoutdoors,bothofyou!Anddon’tbotherthehens!"

           "It’sgettingallovereverything,"shoutedFern."Hispieisalloverhisfront."

           "Comeon,frog!"criedAvery.Hescoopeduphisfrog.Thefrogkicked,splashingsoapywaterontotheblueberrypie.

           "Anothercrisis!"groanedFern.

           "Let’sswingintheswing!"saidAvery.

           Thechildrenrantothebarn.

           Mr.Zuckermanhadthebestswinginthecounty.Itwasasinglelongpieceofheavyropetiedtothebeamoverthenorthdoorway.Atthebottomendoftheropewasafatknottositon.

           Itwasarrangedsothatyoucouldswingwithoutbeingpushed.Youclimbedaladdertothehayloft.Then,holdingtherope,youstoodattheedgeandlookeddown,andwerescaredanddizzy.Thenyoustraddledtheknot,sothatitactedasaseat.Thenyougotupallyournerve,tookadeepbreath,andjumped.Forasecondyouseemedtobefallingtothebarnfloorfarbelow,butthensuddenlytheropewouldbegintocatchyou,andyouwouldsailthroughthebarndoorgoingamileaminute,withthewindwhistlinginyoureyesandearsandhair.Thenyouwouldzoomupwardintothesky,andlookupattheclouds,andtheropewouldtwistandyouwouldtwistandturnwiththerope.