For the first few days of his life, Wibur was allowed to live in a box near the stove in the kitchen. Then, Mrs. Arable complained, he was moved to a bigger box in the woodshed. At two weeks of age, he was moved outdoors. It was apple-blossom time, and the day were getting warmer. Mr. Arable fixed a small yard specially for Wirbur under an apple tree, and give him a large wooden box full of straw, with a doorway cut in it so he could walk in and out as he pleased.
"Won't he be cold at night?" Asked fern.
For the first few days of his life, Wibur was allowed to live in a box near the stove in the kitchen. Then, Mrs. Arable complained, he was moved to a bigger box in the woodshed. At two weeks of age, he was moved outdoors. It was apple-blossom time, and the day were getting warmer. Mr. Arable fixed a small yard specially for Wirbur under an apple tree, and give him a large wooden box full of straw, with a doorway cut in it so he could walk in and out as he pleased. "Won't he be cold at night?" Asked fern.
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