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Rue
's
eyes
widen
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
we
're
not
allowed
to
eat
the
crops
.
"
"
They
arrest
you
or
something
?
"
I
ask
.
"
They
whip
you
and
make
everyone
else
watch
,
"
says
Rue
.
"
The
mayor
's
very
strict
about
it
.
"
I
can
tell
by
her
expression
that
it
's
not
that
uncommon
an
occurrence
.
A
public
whipping
's
a
rare
thing
in
District
12
,
although
occasionally
one
occurs
.
Technically
,
Gale
and
I
could
be
whipped
on
a
daily
basis
for
poaching
in
the
woods
-
well
,
technically
,
we
could
get
a
whole
lot
worse
-
except
all
the
officials
buy
our
meat
.
Besides
,
our
mayor
,
Madge
's
father
,
does
n't
seem
to
have
much
taste
for
such
events
.
Maybe
being
the
least
prestigious
,
poorest
,
most
ridiculed
district
in
the
country
has
its
advantages
.
Such
as
,
being
largely
ignored
by
the
Capitol
as
long
as
we
produce
our
coal
quotas
.
"
Do
you
get
all
the
coal
you
want
?
"
Rue
asks
.
"
No
,
"
I
answer
.
"
Just
what
we
buy
and
whatever
we
track
in
on
our
boots
.
"
"
They
feed
us
a
bit
extra
during
harvest
,
so
that
people
can
keep
going
longer
,
"
says
Rue
.
"
Do
n't
you
have
to
be
in
school
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Not
during
harvest
.
Everyone
works
then
,
"
says
Rue
.
