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Zizi, will you be still, and will you stay on my lap instead of tumbling about in the road? There, let me lift you up! Oh, dear! how heavy boys are. There, now, don't you stir, but just eat your bread and milk. It will make you grow, and then when you are big you'll have beautiful grey whiskers, like father. You shall have a sword, too, and perhaps you shall be a policeman. It's very nice to be a policeman, you know, because they are never put in prison--they take other people there if the people make a noise in the street. Oh, Zizi, do keep still. If you don't, I'll call the wolf--you know, the big wolf that runs off with little children and takes them into the woods to eat them up. Wolf, wolf, where are you?