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The Gregg’s flew down and sat on the wall near the door. Mrs Gregg began to cry. ‘Oh dear! Oh, dear!’ she sobbed. `They have taken our house what we are going to do?  What shall all we do? We have no place to go!’Even the boy’s began to cry a bit now. `We will be eaten by cats and foxes in the night!’Said Philip.`I want to sleep in my own bed !’said William. `Now then,’said Mr Gregg. `It isn’t any good crying. That won’t help us. Shall I tell you what we are going to do. ’`What?’ they said. Mr Gregg looked at them and smiled. ‘We are going to build a nest.’ `A nest!’ they said. `Can we do that?’ `We must do it,’ said Mr Gregg. `We’ve got to have somewhere to sleep. Follow me.’ They flew off to a tall tree, and right at the top of it Mr Gregg chose the place for the nest.