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"Mommy, Matthew's grabbing all the black ones ,"Jenny wailed as the children were digging into the bowl of jelly beans.
"There's plenty for you all." "Yes but he's got most of the blacks." "There are a lot of black ones left." "Yes but he's taking them!" And this was true. Eight year old Matt had black jelly beans in both hands and smeared around his mouth. Five year old Jenny's smaller hands held a couple of the blacks, too. The baby, three year old Hannah, was happy with any color. Their mother said, "If you are going to squabble, I will put the bowl up right now!" Matt and Jenny sat looking at the little bowl which was now on the high shelf. "It's your fault," he grumbled. "No, it's yours," returned Jenny. Hannah began to cry. Their mother said, "No, it's all your faults. You were making pigs of yourselves 150 words
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