“Gurgle...” went Binko the ostrich-headed hippopotamus.
When that was over, all the blank mimeographs decided that it was well past time to be heading over to the Furnished Blanket.
Of course, they would soon discover that this was not such a good idea after all, and many a plaid box (including Plaid THE Box himself, Grand Ruler and High Whotsit of the Society of Boxes, Packages and Assorted Wrapping Paraphernalia) would regret the day that was said, “Oh, is that what they’re for?”
THE END
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