The Weasel in the Granary

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  "title": "The Weasel in the Granary",
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  "collection": "La Fontaine",
  "published_date": "January 15, 2015",
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    "A weasel through a hole contrived to squeeze, (She was recovering from disease,) Which led her to a farmer’s hoard. There lodged, her wasted form she cherish’d; Heaven knows the lard and victuals stored That by her gnawing perish’d! Of which the consequence Was sudden corpulence. A week or so was past, When having fully broken fast, A noise she heard, and hurried To find the hole by which she came, And seem’d to find it not the same; So round she ran, most sadly flurried; And, coming back, thrust out her head, Which, sticking there, she said, “This is the hole, there can’t be blunder: What makes it now so small, I wonder, Where, but the other day, I pass’d with ease?” A rat her trouble sees, And cries, “But with an emptier belly; You enter’d lean, and lean must sally.”"
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  "body_text": "A weasel through a hole contrived to squeeze, (She was recovering from disease,) Which led her to a farmer’s hoard. There lodged, her wasted form she cherish’d; Heaven knows the lard and victuals stored That by her gnawing perish’d! Of which the consequence Was sudden corpulence. A week or so was past, When having fully broken fast, A noise she heard, and hurried To find the hole by which she came, And seem’d to find it not the same; So round she ran, most sadly flurried; And, coming back, thrust out her head, Which, sticking there, she said, “This is the hole, there can’t be blunder: What makes it now so small, I wonder, Where, but the other day, I pass’d with ease?” A rat her trouble sees, And cries, “But with an emptier belly; You enter’d lean, and lean must sally.”",
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