Pulling the Pea Pods through Your Teeth

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Picking was the best of all: pulling at the green tops of carrots, never knowing if you were going to haul up a whopper or a skinny' un, all forked and twisted; filling buckets with peas and eating almost as many as he picked with a trick Mud taught him, pulling the pea pods through your teeth so the green peas popped out into your mouth.

Merry Christmas

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Later, in bed, listening to the big wireless play softly from the lounge room, he sent a silent 'Fraulich Weihnachen' to Mutti, and 'Merry Christmas' to Alan Peaslake too.

Want to go Home

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Harris blinked, and looked like he was going to scream again. Georg put his fingers lightly over the boy's mouth. 'Shhh. You'll wake the children in the other cabins. it's all right. Go back to sleep.'

'Want to go home,' said Harris.

As Though Hatred Spreads Like the Flu

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'The Fuhrer is a tiny little man who wants to be a big one,' said Aunt Miriam evenly. 'And he wants to make his country bigger too. Germany was in a bad way when he came to power. And he's done good things - bringing the nation together again. But to do that he blamed all the hardships on the Jews, creating hatred and fear, to give communists and fascists and every unemployed peasant a common enemy. The Jews. Sometimes it's as though hatred spreads like the flu. One person gets it, then another and another.'

A Perfect Aryan Head

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"Look at this boy," said Herr Doktor Schöner. "Look at him carefully. What do you see?"