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CHAPTER I
WICKED VENOMISTA

ERE was once a very large oak
tree in the middle of a great
forest. Its trunk measured many
hundred feet round, its roots ran
out in every direction for a great distance, and
its branches gave wider shade than those
of any other tree in the forest. But although-
this tree was so large and beautiful, it was
an object of awe instead of delight to all the
dwellers in that part of the world. You
will not be surprised at this when I tell you
the reason. A spiteful old fairy had made
the tree her home and had lived there for
many years. Some fairies, as everybody
knows, are kind and good, and always
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