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“Can’t you tiptoe?” demanded George.
“I am tiptoeing,” said Sizo in his tiny voice.
“Hmph!” snorted George. “What a racket! I hope he’s not
staying.”
“Oh, please let me stay,” begged Sizo. “I’ve been alone for
ages. I want to live with other dinosaurs.”
“Give him a chance, George,” said Brenda kindly. “You can
see he’s a plant-eater. He’s not going to eat us, are you, Sizo?”
Sizo shook his head. “I’ll only eat the highest leaves,” he
whispered, “the ones you can’t reach.”
“Hmph! All right,” grunted George. “But only if you
remember to tiptoe!”
