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No. No. It was definitely a thistle bush.
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Pardon me, Owl.
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At first I thought someone lived there, so I rang it.
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No one answered.
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And then the thing just fell off in my hand.
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What sort of place was this particular thistle bush in?
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Certainly not a very cheery place.
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One might say it was rather...
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Gloomy?
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Yes. That's it. Do you know it?
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Oh, dear.
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Nobody seemed to want it, so I brought it home.