“What’s in the oven?” Asked the weary, lost traveler.
“Oh, nothing,” Mrs. Potts replied, sharping a knife, “Why don’t you take a peek?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” The traveler asked, opening and leaning in towards the oven.
“What’s for dinner?” Mr. Potts asked, upon entering the house.
“Oh, there’s something in the oven,” Mrs. Potts replied, washing the knife off, “it should be ready soon.
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