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Literature
Mr. Peabody and Sherman-First Hours It was a cold, rainy Wednesday night in New York City. In a certain penthouse suite were Mr. Peabody and a newborn Sherman. Mr. Peabody had just brought the little guy home a few hours before, and was realizing the books in his library had hardly prepared him for his little bundle wailing in his arms. Softly wrapped in a baby blue blanket cried and cried little Sherman. Mr. Peabody had tried a pacifier, to no amends. Was his diaper in need of changing? No, checked that. Was he tired? No, he had slept the full taxi ride home, he couldn't possibly be tired. Was he hungry? Mr. Peabody was exhausted as the thoughts racked his brain. He got up fro
