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Deep in the sticky forest, my badger-whistle was attracting all sorts of seedy characters.
They were the type that carried cans of vegetable soup in their pockets.
Since then, they found that it seeped through their pockets onto their skin, but they didn't mind as they were gettting changed anyway quite soon. It took five of them to prise away the
stuttering pink goats with
beige bows tied about their horns. They like to clamber over
small children with razer sharp bananas on tricycles.
