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Duggo saw a tiny hole. Just a teeny, weeny hole. “I can fix that!” he said.
He slapped on a gum patch. Splat! He wound on rope. Whomp! The hole was gone. The gate was not.
Duggo squinted. “Needs one more patch.” Plonk! A plank. Bonk! Another plank. “I can fix that!” he said.
The gate drooped. The gate sagged. It wobbled left. It wobbled right. Crash! Down went Duggo's toolbox.
Mrs. Rabbit hopped over. Her ears drooped low. “Oh, Duggo,” she said. The gate looked like a lumpy sandwich.
Then Mrs. Rabbit gave it one little press. BOING! Her ears shot straight up!
Boing! Boing! BOING! Mrs. Rabbit pressed it again and again. Duggo wagged his tail. “I can fix that!”
