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Peter sulks. Then, after a while, he climbs off the bed, goes to his books, and gets a book. He hands it to the Devil.

The Devil looks at Peter.

Peter rolls his eyes. He shrugs. He gives the Devil a ‘get on with it’ expression.

So the Devil reads Dr. Seuss to Peter. He does not do so very well. Peter is always turning the pages faster than the Devil can read through them and shaking his head at the things the Devil says. This drives the Devil to distraction; he finally begins making up new verses to reassert his dignity, but this only starts Peter wailing until his mother comes.

“Blast,” mutters the Devil, who isn’t allowed to be seen by people’s mothers, and he vanishes in a puff of brimstone, sodium bicarbonate, and flame.

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