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  1. 16 de feb. de 2005 · COUSIN B. Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in a little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond. The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he never caught a cold!

  2. COUSIN B. The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher. By. Beatrix Potter. Once upon a time there was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher; he lived in a. little damp house amongst the buttercups at the edge of a pond. The water was all slippy-sloppy in the larder and in the back passage. But Mr. Jeremy liked getting his feet wet; nobody ever scolded him, and he.

  3. 10 de mar. de 2009 · The tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher by Potter, Beatrix, 1866-1943. Publication date 1906 Publisher New York : Frederick Warne Collection uconn_libraries; blc; americana Contributor ... B/W PDF download. download 1 file . CHOCR download. download 1 file ...

  4. r^NCE upon a time there. was a frog called Mr. Jeremy Fisher ; he lived in a. little damp house amongst the. buttercups at the edge of a. pond. ! nPHE water was all slippy-. sloppy in the larder and. in the back passage.

  5. 16 de feb. de 2005 · Feb 16, 2005. Most Recently Updated. Dec 14, 2020. Copyright Status. Public domain in the USA. Downloads. 404 downloads in the last 30 days. Project Gutenberg eBooks are always free! Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by volunteers.

  6. 30 de ene. de 2012 · The tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher. by. Beatrix Potter. Publication date. 1993. Publisher. Bloomsbury in association with Warne. Collection. inlibrary; printdisabled; internetarchivebooks; delawarecountydistrictlibrary; americana.

  7. Mr. Jeremy took a reed pole, and pushed the boat out into open water. “I know a good place for minnows,” said Mr. Jeremy Fisher. Mr. Jeremy stuck his pole into the mud and fastened the boat to it. Then he settled himself cross-legged and arranged his fish-ing tackle. He had the dearest little red float. His rod was a tough stalk of grass,