“Your cupboard is bare, Mother, and yours, too, Dame,” The Old Woman passed her teabag around the table.
The dog, the cat, and the children climbed up the shoe-house.
Old Mother Hubbard shouted. “What with the high price of kibble, I fear the dog will eat me.”
“Don’t even mention canned fish,” Dame Trot stirred her plain tea. “How do you manage with all those mouths to feed?”
The Old Woman opened her pantry for inspection. It was full of cereal, canned goods, and dry beans. “A charm for the cupboard and a curse on the Tory’s trickle down tricksters.”
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