By PAT QUINN
The rag dolls curtsied, the little dolls twirled and the soldiers bowed. Then we all ran off the stage together. There was a chorus of voices in my ear.
"What were you doing?"
"What happened?"
"Why --"
I put my hands over my ears, "Sorry! Sorry!" I muttered, I
Ratz: Part 3
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