"Kablooey!" argued the pernicious salamander.
"Oik." replied Warren, eater of salubrious, red ingots. She was not happy.
Marigolds grew gloriously from the tempting aromas of a fallow trigonometry, masticating their parenthetical, obverse giraffes.
Elsewhere, Sam the Rocket.
THE END
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