It was just so with Farmer Brown 's boy . I suppose he would n't have been a real boy if it had n't been so . Of course , while he was sick with the mumps , he did n't have to get up , and while he was getting over the mumps his mother let him sleep as long as he wanted to in the morning . That was very nice , but it made it all the harder to get up when he should after he was well again . In summer it was n't so bad getting up early , but in winter -- well , that was the one thing about winter that Farmer Brown 's boy did n't like . On this particular morning Farmer Brown had called him , and he had replied with a sleepy `` All right . '' and then had rolled over and promptly gone to sleep again . In two minutes he was dreaming just as if there were no such things as duties to be done . For a while they were very pleasant dreams , very pleasant indeed . But suddenly they changed . A terrible monster was chasing him . It had great red eyes as big as saucers , and sparks of fire flew from its mouth . It had great claws as big as ice tongs , and it roared like a lion . In his dream Farmer Brown 's boy was running with all his might . Then he tripped and fell , and somehow he could n't get up again . The terrible monster came nearer and nearer . Farmer Brown 's boy tried to scream and could n't . He was so frightened that he had lost his voice . The terrible monster was right over him now and reached out one of his huge paws with the great claws . One of them touched him on the cheek , and it burned like fire .
With a yell , a real , genuine yell , Farmer Brown 's XXXXX awoke and sprang out of bed .
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