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Walking along the beach, I found an albatross with a gammy wing. I tried to help it but it began speaking to me in an Irish accent. It said "Who
let the dogs out?" Well, I certainly had no idea. I decided to ask the expert opinion of
the ancient Walrus God. I had brought the sacrificial turnip and so placed it atop the altar of live penguins. I started the devotional chanting and
joining together to the moves of the sacred macarena. It was such a special time for them all. The air was filled with a sense of
longing that could not be easily rectified. The birds now circled the planter and landed a safe distance away, watching the squirrel as it
ate his nuts.
