many of the people from Clarine town were awfully very gray, and wise. they usually tricked people and snikred at the foolishness of the rest of the world. Strawdinger knew this, Strawdinger researched, Strawdinger managed to catch a few and took them home, for supper maybe. at home, he found his family gone.
''You're going to die. you're gonna leave this earth, maybe by the scoundrels and the stupid, doubtfully by age. But with that thought existing in the universe, the one that had been past on to you, your mind. They will live forever again. be strong and they are stronger''
A simple engagement in singing to the mind had improved them. One by one, the rats had grown confident and strong. The singer? their mother who was weak with pojun virus. And when they had eaten her, they got real sick.
''parrots are only the friends of those who are evil'' he'd say, whenever he was in the toilet. And one day, one of the parrots, the littlest one called Mancha, got real angry of his lies. Mancha came through the potty hole and bit off his left butt cheek. There was no blood, just oil.
All the blue berries belonged to the crazy people. But Allon stole one. They came to get her, to eat her. She was saved by her brother and his huge dog. Had he not had a gun, he would have been gone.
The Gray hogs who could climb were blessed with incredible vision. Now they can see all the rice and eggs they wanted, from the comfort of their disgusting homes.
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