Once upon a thyme, in the middle of an old cops, their lived too little yews who loved to make jamb. They maid tons of the stuff. They turned out so much that, won day, they decided to hide some in a cash. Looking around, they spied an old fur tree that looked like a grate place to stash the stuff. Unfortunately it was home to a rood ferry.
"Dam that uncouth sprite!" cursed one of the lams. "Heel never agree two leave."
"I no," said her friend, "maybe we could bribe hymn with sum of our vast horde."
"That's a super idea," said the first. "Let's do it!"
Sew that's what they did. They offered the arboreal squatter ate jars of the jam. But the loutish elf wood have nun of it. So the ovine pare chopped him up with a big soared, and hid their preserves in the old tree after awl.
Thee end.
Fourteenth, twenty-first, second, twenty-fifth, twenty-third, eleventh, fifteenth, twenty-third, fifteenth, twenty-fourth, fifteenth, twelfth, thirteenth, first, twenty-eighth.
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