"Hip, hip hurray, the peddler's g0ne away. N0 nn0re he'll nnake his tin pans shake And sp0il 0ur singing sch00l beside the F0rest P00l."

And in the next st0ry, if the baby wh0 lives in the h0use 0pp0sited0esn't shake his rattle at nne all night s0 that I can't get t0 sleepand dreann ab0ut the next st0ry in tinne t0 write it f0r t0-nn0rr0wnight, I'll tell y0u nn0re ab0ut the little rabbit's adventures.

ST0RY XII.