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I'm your host, Amanda.

It's our weekend here in New Zealand, so we'll be sharing another classic story with you

today.

This is another of Redyard Kipling's just-so stories.

This one is about how the rhinoceros got his skin.

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And with that, we'll get onto our story.

Once upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red Sea,

there lived a parcy from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more than oriental splendor. And the Parsi lived by the

Red Sea with nothing but his hat and a knife and a cooking stove of the kind that you must

particularly never touch.

And one day he took flour and water and currents and plums and sugar and things

and made himself one cake, which was two feet across and three feet thick.

It was indeed a superior comestible, that's magic, and he put it on the

stove because he was allowed to cook on the stove, and he baked it, and he baked it, till it was all

done brown and smelled most sentimental. But just as he was going to eat it, there came down to the

beach from the altogether uninhabited

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