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conversations.value: a title for a book about Who's, That's, Time with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Berenstain Bears and the Blame Game'
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Berenstain Bears and the Blame Game
  Summary: Members of the Bear family try to solve their problems without playing the blame game of arguing over who is responsible for every disaster. 
  You all know the Bear family that lives in the big tree house down a sunny dirt road deep in Bear Country. And, of course, you know Mama Bear—warm, friendly Mama Bear, from whom seldom is heard a discouraging word.
  Cries of "He started it!" "No, she started it!" and "It was her fault!" "No, it was his fault!" filled the air from day to night.
  Life in the big tree house had become one long argument about who started it and whose fault it was. And Mama had had quite enough of it.
  So when she heard the sounds of breaking glass and spilling water, she rushed into the living room. There she found a mess of broken glass, spilled water, and a scatter of roses on the floor.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Mama looked at the mess. She had cut those roses and put them in a vase with water just that morning.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Mama looked at the mess. She had cut those roses and put them in a vase with water just that morning.
  Well, it was like peeling back the layers of an onion. It was enough to make you cry. Mama might have if she hadn't been so angry. And the more Brother and Sister pointed and shouted, the angrier Mama got.
  He had been fixing up the downstairs bay window and heard the shouting. "From what I've heard," he said, looking at the mess on the floor, "there's more than enough blame to go around. So instead of playing the blame game, why don't we just go to work and solve the problem?"
  There stood Brother and Sister, pointing at each other. Sister had a bat. Brother had a glove. There was a baseball in the grass among pieces of broken glass.
  And that's what they did. They picked up the glass and went to work. It took some doing, but after a while the window was painted and puttied as good as new.