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Turdy Trudy was examining her pooh collection, frustrated that there was one vitally important sample missing. She had tried all sorts of combinations of foods and activities, but just couldn't achieve the right colour and texture.
I couldn't describe it as thixotropic or rhepectic, but it was certainly chartreuse and smearable, I played around a bit in my studio for a while, until Rolf Harris turned up at three and began to daub with it on rennaisance masters.
It didn't bother them in the slightest, as they were long dead. But their descendants and the pilgrims who made the trip to see them were deeply offended by the new stench of dung.
Dung was an unfortunate name for her new line of perfume. She really was being badly advised.
God only knows why he had chosen an avatar like that.
He ignored them all and carried on eating his meat and two veg. Hobnobs for afters, with a nice bit of cheese.
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