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A Tale of One Biscuit
Thank you, Mama, for this lovely biscuit.
Before I eat my biscuit I have to get my car in the right spot.
Nah, that's not the right spot. This is it though for sure.
Bet you thought I was going to eat the biscuit now. But you were wrong wrong wrong. I will never eat the biscuit! I will save it until I am thirty five and it is covered in moss!
Hey! What's that! Look! A Rhodesian Jumping Cat! Crunch! Caught you napping. |
